The Feminization of Todd Stanwick Phonesex-Part 4

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“I just love the way you do your makeup, Tara. And your lipstick!” said the girl at the delicatessen where Todd Stanwick had been dispatched yet again to get the office lunch orders. “What colour and brand is it?” He wasn’t sure whether that was mockery in her eyes or not. Did she recognize him from school and know that he was not a girl but a boy dressed as one? He couldn’t tell but he was desperate that she not discover his secret. He had often admired her from afar, riding on her bicycle, her blonde hair shining, whipping behind her in the wind, her high cheekbones magnets for the sun. He had had a crush on her in what seemed like a previous lifetime, before his mother had started this mad game which was forcing him to play. The Tara Stanwick game, where he was forced to feminize, forced to pretend he was a girl.

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Mistress Jasmine’s Feminization Boutique Phonesex

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I am all woman and positively adore the trappings of femininity!  Stockings and high heels, soft silky panties and matching bras in every colour of the rainbow. Dresses, skirts and blouses that accentuate my breasts, hips and bottom.  I suppose you could say that I am a “girly girl“.

Have you ever fantasized about what it would be like to be transformed into a woman? Permanently?

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The Feminization of Todd Stanwick Phonesex Part 3

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Todd could hardly believe that he was standing in his father’s office, made up to perfection, with acrylic nails glued to his fingertips, flowing long hair extensions glued to his scalp and a padded bra and matching lace panties beneath a short skirt and a blouse which was unbuttoned just a hint so that the bodice of that white lacy bra showed. And the pantyhose of course. And the high heels that his mother had insisted he wear. His mother, who was looking triumphantly at his father, whom he had not seen in months and saying, “You no longer have a son! Meet your daughter, darling. Meet–TARA! She is transgender!”

She spat the word out with contempt. Through the mad blur Todd was able to perceive the look of shock and horror on his father’s face as he looked at him. “That,” said his mother, waving her elegant, perfectly French manicured hand toward Todd, “is what comes of you having the temerity to leave ME, ME of all women! And then you didn’t bother do be around for your son, did you? This is what comes from being absent from our lives. You have done this. Are you happy?”

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