"Rachel dear, come out and see your friends."

"C-coming!"

I took a deep, apprehensive breath. I knew who was waiting for me outside. I looked down at myself.

I was wearing a simple black dress, pearl snaps on the chest. The sleeves were capped and long, the skirt pleated. It fell to just below my knees. My waist was cinched by a large leather belt, which showed off my now slender figure. Delicate white gloves covered my hands.

Around my neck, a string of pearls hung. Matching pearl earrings had been slipped into my pierced lobes. My hair, which was naturally thick and wavy, had been extended and cut into bangs which dangled over my thinly plucked brows. It had previously been a boring brown, but it had been dyed a soft shade of blond. It laid just at my shoulders.

My face had been covered with makeup. Concealer, blush, mascara framed my deep blue eyes. Lipstick had been caked upon my lips.

My feet stood in two inch black pumps. They were shiny, and the light reflected in them. My legs had been freshly shaven smooth, and they were covered in black hose. I still hadn't gotten used to the feeling of pantyhose upon shaved legs.

"Rachel!"

"Yes..." I said softly.

I steeled myself as best I could and pushed aside the curtain to step out into the light. There were a handful of people sitting on a couch, watching me.

One of them was Mrs. Crazenly. She was older, in her 50s or 60s, and the one that I had been living with for the past year. She was the one that made me dress like this, dye my hair, put on makeup.

Then there was Emily- my ex. My face burned bright red in embarrassment, but I knew that she wouldn't be able to differentiate my natural blush from my makeup. Her friends were there, too.

For what seemed like an eternity, they all stared at me, wide eyed. "Tom?" Maria asked. Mrs. Crazenly stepped in. "It's Rachel now."

"Rachel?"

"Yes?" I asked, in my practiced girl's voice.

"Oh my God." Emily said, almost to herself. "Is that really him?" One of her friends whispered. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. "Oh, I assure you it is." Crazenly said. One of the girls burst into an awkward laughter that she just as quickly suppressed. I could feel a pit form in my stomach.

"Would you like Rachel to do her runway walk for you all?"

"We'd love it." Emily said with a grin...

Hello! Thank you for reading! In this story, I'd like to play as someone who is forcibly feminised by their auntie/mother/stepmother. Their life turned upside down, and forced into womanhood.

I really like a focus and detail on outfits and hair and hairstyling. I also would really like a focus on humiliation and submission. Looking for someone capable of paragraph length/detailed replies.

Kinks:

Forced Feminization, Sissy, Public Humiliation, Oral/Anal Play, Forced Bi, Chastity, Hormonal/Surgical Changes Change, Indepth transformations, Castration, Body Modification

Limits:

Scat, Violence, Death, Hypnosis

Thanks for reading!