Forced Feminization Fetish: Smile For Me Hubby!

Forced Feminization Fetish.

 

My husband has always been, well, very pretty. He’s exceptionally handsome yes, but has the look of someone who could be either sex if he chose to be. A sort of Jared Leto kind of beauty.  When we first started dating I couldn’t get over his long eyelashes, his pouty lips, and his thick long hair. I imagined what it would be like cleaning up that 5 o’clock shadow and going to town on him at my vanity. I kept it to myself, aside from the occasional joke here and there. Unfortunately, something eventually would happen between us that would break most marriages. Luckily, I found a silver lining, giving me the upper hand. He did something almost unforgivable, but it gave me an opportunity to explore my forced feminization fetish to its full potential.

He had a gambling problem.

A very well hidden gambling problem, I should add. I saw him go to the tracks a few times and the occasional casino trip for a bachelor’s party. The usual stuff. It wasn’t until we both started working from home (as many of us did) that I started to notice anything peculiar. We had a big house with plenty of spare rooms. My office was upstairs, where I fantasized about exploring my forced feminization fetish in my free time. There was another room right next to mine, but nonetheless, he chose to work downstairs from the living room. One day I was coming down and he ran outside in front of me to grab the mail from the carrier. Strange. It happened a few more times until I finally said “What’s going on?” He dismissed me as expected. Then I realized he was finally getting mail forwarded from work.

He had no idea my forced feminization fetish was knocking at his door.

Typical gaslighting. Telling me I’m being paranoid and acting crazy. I waited until he went to bed to go through his things. I had never done anything like this before but I had a terrible feeling. There it was. Right at the bottom of his bag. He put out a second mortgage on the house. Why? Because he was in tremendous gambling debt. I found stacks of letters in this fucking bag that confirmed just that. I woke him up. We’ve got a problem, honey.” I said as I threw all of his papers in the air, covering our bed with him in it. “I’ll fix this!” He said. ” Oh, I know you will, but it will be my decision how.” I ripped the sheets off the bed and sent him to the bath. He started his soak, extremely confused when I handed him the razor. “Everything,” I said.

My forced feminization fetish was actually becoming a reality.

He didn’t ask any questions. He was fully aware that he had lost the right to question anything. After he was silky smooth from head to toe, (except for that gorgeous head of hair of course) It was time for the nails. “Pretty in Pink.” That’s the color, I said smiling uncontrollably. Next was makeup. Fuck, he really was beautiful. After that, I picked out some lingerie, and voila, there she was. He looked up at me while sitting on the edge of the bed. “I don’t understand how this will make us any money,” He said with more attitude than needed. I smiled as I walked to the dresser to press the record button on my cam. After a quick trip to the closet, I came out with a 10-inch strap on and said, “Get on all four and you’ll understand soon enough!”

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