Being a single dad is hard, yes, but being a single dad that just lost his job is next level difficulty. For the last couple of months I've been struggling to make ends meet with little to show for in terms of success. Pretty soon I'm not even going to be able to cover rent.

That's when you showed up, just the same prick I remembered from all those years back, except now you were rich and fancied yourself an out-of-the-box thinking excentric. We were rivals for as long as I remember, but even as we moved on with life and our rivalry seemed like silly kids stuff, I always resented that it was you the one that made it in life instead of me, jealous of the life you build for yourself while I struggled every step of the way.

And you knew it too, you kmew I was struggling and thought you could lend me a hand, so you came forward with a deal: If I took a pill every other weekend and spent it with you, then you'd take care of my bills until I was up on my feet again. I'll never forget the smug grin on your face when you spat out your "deal". I told you to shove it and went on my way, more determined than ever to make things work.

Two weeks later I was knocking on your door, swallowing my pride and begging for you to offer me the same deal. You didn't even played hard to get, just put a couple pills on the desk and said I should be getting a nanny for next weekend. And so began my new life, in which I looked for a job during the week (and got some shifts here and there but nothing permanent) and every other weekend I met up with you in your house, at a hotel or a restaurant. I told myself I was doing it for my children and you kept your end of the bargain to keep me in line: The cash kept flowing and not only I could keep a roof over a well feed family but we could do so much more too: Sometimes we ate out, other times the kids got new shoes and so on and so forth.

Each friday I kept telling myself I was doing it for them while pretending to have forgotten all things we did during the previous weekend. I kept telling myself the same thing when you asked we meet every weekend instead of every two weeks, but each passing time it was more and more obvious to the both of us that there was something more: Somewhere down the line I started to liked it, started to like how being your woman made me feel.

I kept pretending it wasn't so, pretending you didn't notice either but eventually the other shoe dropped: You said that if we were to continue meeting, then we would have to switch to Xtra Strength pills and I was to move in to your house. You would legally adopt my children and provide for them as their father, and I would become their new mother and take care of your home as your wife.

You didn't ask, you simply informed me and I didn't mean to say yes, just let my actions talk, but I couldn't: When I climbed on top of you to make love to you, I couldn't help to whisper in your ear how you had bested me, how you were the better choice to be a father and husband and how I was happy of giving away my failed manhood to you. When you started to twitch and nut deep inside me, it was the happiest and most arousing moment of my life.

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Hey! If you got all the way to here then thanks for giving my thoughts a read! I'd like to state right off the bat that I'm not looking to roleplay this scenario, instead I'm interested in having an in-depth discussion to fantasize about our urges - towards masculinity, towards accepting my femininity, dom/sub desires, and so on, as well as scenarios and idea discussion from the point of view of the characters.

The method to accomplish and the extension of the feminization process is up for discussion: either through surgery, xchange pills or some other feminizing method we agree upon.

If you have some preferred appearance, we can see to it (I'm open to ref pics).

If you're reading this a day or so after it's been published then don't hesitate to message me. One thing you can never be short of is like minded people to have a pleasant conversation, I believe, so I'm always on the look for just that.

My main kinks (besides feminization or m2f transformation, of course) are domination (more gentle dom), size difference, big cock, cock workship, rough or/and passionate sex, loud/messy/intense love making, being manhandled, cheating, dirty talk, high heels, make up, lingerie, comparisons between lesser/better men, being a bit of a queen and tiny bit of corruption or mind breaking

My limits would be non-con, scat, violence, rape, pain, hardcore humilliation, bimbo, unrealistic sizes.

I am 18 and all participants and characters must be 18