Out of all the stories I've ever written, The Welcome to College stories are far and away the most personal to me. Based on my own experiences with forced feminization, the Welcome to College series has always been very important to me.
Excerpt:
Welcome to the Real World is something different altogether. The series is a fictional sequel to a non-fiction story that explores what happens when a girlfriend accepts her boyfriend's past even when he can't. It's forced feminization done with love for the sissy rather than out of spite or revenge.
Suddenly I heard a very familiar laugh and the word ‘Gotcha!’ was whispered in my ear. Before I had even processed what I’d heard I felt something slipped over my crossed wrists and then tightened. Clarity came blindingly fast but too late, Claire had zip tied my hands together behind my back. With hardly a pause I felt my arms pulled back and down as she attached another one to the lower back of the chair.
"What the Hell? I'm not in the mood for this Claire."
However she wasn’t listening and wasted no time debating my moods. She was already attaching each of my ankles to the front legs of the chair. I think that I was sluggish in my reactions because of the way she had lulled me into relaxing, but before I’d even thought about resisting it was already too late.
"Be quiet for once will you? I have some work to do." She snapped at me.
"Wh… why are you doing this?"
"For Beth of course, why else?" she asked rhetorically. "She’s my best and closest friend as you know. Well, we had a long talk about you this week, while you were away."
"Be--" I abruptly began to yell, startling her, but her reactions were much better than mine, instantly clapping a hand over my mouth effectively silencing me.
"No no no, you can't be yelling out like that. You’ll disturb the neighbors." She admonished, “Which you don’t want to do.” I disagreed with her as to me it seemed an excellent idea. With her right hand clamped tightly over my mouth and despite my vigorous attempts to shake it off, she managed to stretch until she could grab her purse strap with her left hand. Reaching inside the bag, she rummaged around before pulling out an object that I recognized only too well, a black penis gag.
"Now, you can shout." She smiled, amused.
I clamped my mouth shut and firmly pressed my lips together. She simply released my mouth and moved her hand up to pinch my nostrils closed. It’s actually strange but if somebody grips your nose in order to get you to open your mouth, you know you will eventually lose, but it seems that I at least, stupidly resolved to fight for as long as possible. I yanked my head about while trying to grab a breath through my nose. The futility of my actions was entirely lost on me but not Clare, she viciously grasped my nose restricting most movements of my head and continuously stabbed the gag at my mouth; all the while giggling as if she’d discovered a great new game. Inevitably I had to eventually open my mouth, I couldn’t hold my breath any longer and was beginning to see dots. Immediately in went the gag right to the back of my mouth then the straps were pulled tight around my head.
"Beth wanted me to bring over a ball gag, but somehow I thought this would be much more appropriate, considering the circumstances. Now let's get you finished off," she continued chatting conversationally as I glared poisoned daggers at her. If looks could kill she’d have been nothing more than a small pile of cinders on the floor. Unfortunately she simply continued going about her business as if there was nothing wrong or unusual, and tying up your best friend's fiancée in his own kitchen was the most normal thing in the world.
Excerpt:
Welcome to the Real World is something different altogether. The series is a fictional sequel to a non-fiction story that explores what happens when a girlfriend accepts her boyfriend's past even when he can't. It's forced feminization done with love for the sissy rather than out of spite or revenge.
Suddenly I heard a very familiar laugh and the word ‘Gotcha!’ was whispered in my ear. Before I had even processed what I’d heard I felt something slipped over my crossed wrists and then tightened. Clarity came blindingly fast but too late, Claire had zip tied my hands together behind my back. With hardly a pause I felt my arms pulled back and down as she attached another one to the lower back of the chair.
"What the Hell? I'm not in the mood for this Claire."
However she wasn’t listening and wasted no time debating my moods. She was already attaching each of my ankles to the front legs of the chair. I think that I was sluggish in my reactions because of the way she had lulled me into relaxing, but before I’d even thought about resisting it was already too late.
"Be quiet for once will you? I have some work to do." She snapped at me.
"Wh… why are you doing this?"
"For Beth of course, why else?" she asked rhetorically. "She’s my best and closest friend as you know. Well, we had a long talk about you this week, while you were away."
"Be--" I abruptly began to yell, startling her, but her reactions were much better than mine, instantly clapping a hand over my mouth effectively silencing me.
"No no no, you can't be yelling out like that. You’ll disturb the neighbors." She admonished, “Which you don’t want to do.” I disagreed with her as to me it seemed an excellent idea. With her right hand clamped tightly over my mouth and despite my vigorous attempts to shake it off, she managed to stretch until she could grab her purse strap with her left hand. Reaching inside the bag, she rummaged around before pulling out an object that I recognized only too well, a black penis gag.
"Now, you can shout." She smiled, amused.
I clamped my mouth shut and firmly pressed my lips together. She simply released my mouth and moved her hand up to pinch my nostrils closed. It’s actually strange but if somebody grips your nose in order to get you to open your mouth, you know you will eventually lose, but it seems that I at least, stupidly resolved to fight for as long as possible. I yanked my head about while trying to grab a breath through my nose. The futility of my actions was entirely lost on me but not Clare, she viciously grasped my nose restricting most movements of my head and continuously stabbed the gag at my mouth; all the while giggling as if she’d discovered a great new game. Inevitably I had to eventually open my mouth, I couldn’t hold my breath any longer and was beginning to see dots. Immediately in went the gag right to the back of my mouth then the straps were pulled tight around my head.
"Beth wanted me to bring over a ball gag, but somehow I thought this would be much more appropriate, considering the circumstances. Now let's get you finished off," she continued chatting conversationally as I glared poisoned daggers at her. If looks could kill she’d have been nothing more than a small pile of cinders on the floor. Unfortunately she simply continued going about her business as if there was nothing wrong or unusual, and tying up your best friend's fiancée in his own kitchen was the most normal thing in the world.
