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Elliot bent down at the fireplace, scrubbing the dirtied bricks with his brush as he tried to clear the worst of soot off the stone. The only visible effect was dirtying his own skin with ash and cinders, and staining the blue fabric of the dress his step brothers had forced him into, and dirtying the maid headband they’d mockingly placed on his head do a dark black.
“Cinder Elli,” called Jonathan from behind him. “You’re dirtying your pretty dress, Cinder Elli. How ever will you go to the princess’s ball?”
There was a meaty thwack, what Elliot assumed was a fist meeting a shoulder. That would be Rufus, who let out a low chuckle to confirm the blond boy’s thoughts. “Like we’d let him go to the princess’s ball. Right bro? He doesn’t even have a tuxedo to wear.”
“That’s not the point,” Jonathan sighed. Elliot knew from experience that even his stepbrother would be rubbing his shoulder after th
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Elliot bent down at the fireplace, scrubbing the dirtied bricks with his brush as he tried to clear the worst of soot off the stone. The only visible effect was dirtying his own skin with ash and cinders, and staining the blue fabric of the dress his step brothers had forced him into, and dirtying the maid headband they’d mockingly placed on his head do a dark black.

“Cinder Elli,” called Jonathan from behind him. “You’re dirtying your pretty dress, Cinder Elli. How ever will you go to the princess’s ball?”

There was a meaty thwack, what Elliot assumed was a fist meeting a shoulder. That would be Rufus, who let out a low chuckle to confirm the blond boy’s thoughts. “Like we’d let him go to the princess’s ball. Right bro? He doesn’t even have a tuxedo to wear.”

“That’s not the point,” Jonathan sighed. Elliot knew from experience that even his stepbrother would be rubbing his shoulder after that punch. Though he had a certain patience in his voice, that he always lacked when talking to Elliot. Or Ellie for short, as they liked to call him whenever they had him stuffed in one of his biological mother’s old dresses.

Cinder Elli now, he supposed, and he sighed as he looked down at the soot soiled garment. Then he returned his attention to washing the stones, quietly brushing at it, back and forth, back and forth. The motions were soothing, and soon his his thoughts began to slowly drift, back to the dress he wore.

Outfits were really all he had left of his mother, but his new stepmother had hated the fact that his father kept them around; thought he was still in love with his dead wife. Now that she’d been bitterly widowed by an out of control horse, she’d eagerly burned every belonging that Eliot might have laid claim to, especially the clothes. Except for the clothes belonging to his departed mother - those she’d decided to donate…. To Elliot.

It had been two years ago, shortly after his sixteenth birthday, that the blond had first been forced into lacie garments. He had protested at the time, as the brothers Rufus and Jonathan held his legs apart, and their mother carefully cut away his clothes with a kitchen knife. She’d stripped him completely naked, and then forced a pair of silken white panties across his privates. Embarrassingly, the soft cloth almost felt good, but he worried about his unwashed body soiling his mother’s clothes.

They’d forced a a bra around his arms, though they thankfully didn’t stuff it, and then placed a red dress over his head. Eliot remembered clearly that it had been a sleeveless number that hung loosely around his completely flat chest, showing off the pink bra, and his slender arms. His hard work around the house had let him build a little muscle, but the lack of food or proper nutrition had stunted his growth at five foot 3, and had kept him from developing much visual bulk. He was lanky, waist thin enough that Rufus could cup him around it with his hands and make thumbs and fingers touch.  

He was also stunted in…. Other ways, below the belt. Though he wasn’t sure if that was a result of malnutrition or just how his body was designed. Either way, it sometimes made him wonder if the family didn’t have things right. Forcing him into dresses, occasionally even putting his mother’s makeup on him…. He really looked like a girl, in lipstick and blush, with the right contouring. His narrow face could be made rounded and sweet, with any angles clearly the result of starvation over manhood. Jonathan had joked that the only way he was ever going to the date was as some boy’s date, if he could find someone who enjoyed a sissy like him. Because certainly no girls would.

Sometimes, he worried they were right. That he did belong in dresses, and makeup. It seemed to suit him so well, and as the years had gone by he’d grown so used to it….. At eighteen, he dressed without thought, and pulled his shoulder length hair into a casual ponytail each morning and applied the blush and lipstick without any prompting. Yet saying that this form suited him would be like letting his brothers win.

Which brought Elliot’s thoughts back to the present. To the princess ball.
Cinder Elli - TG (Sneak peak, Patreon Exclusive)
For two years, Elliot's wicked stepmother and horrible stepbrothers have been forcing him into to clean the house, dressing him in his mother's old clothes and working him to the bone without rest....

Now, on the night of the Princess's Ball, the 18 year old orphan dreams of escaping to the palace and ingratiating himself with a well-to-do woman.

When a bumbling fairy godmother bursts through the window, he thinks his dreams have been answered! Of course, they're actually just beginning.

This is a story in progress, that I intend to have done by the end of the weekend.The actual full thing will have the initial crossdressing written out - and Patreons have access to the google doc where I'm working on it, so can see my work as it progresses and will be able to read the full story when it's complete. They also have early access to my general stories, on top of my patreon exclusives. 

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Rebecca pushed her shoulder into the gap between door and doorway, watching Daniel unpack. She watched as Daniel lifted a heavy box, the muscles in his back tensing and rippling as she watched. He’d removed the white t-shirt he’d worn in, on the pretense of it being a hot day - and the shirt had clung to his skin with sweat, barely able to come off. Slender arms stretching the material tight, in front of his chest. It would have been…. Delicious. If she’d been watching a girl. The slender figure, the strong muscles, the tight white shirt stretched over his pale chest - oh, how beautiful in a woman.

Rebecca wasn’t looking at a woman, though. The redhead really thought she was, though, when they first started their online communications. They’d accidentally put an extra “L” in their name, and hadn’t noticed. They’d talked about their mutual hobbies, their love of books and gardening and long walks. She’d also been attracted to the way he took care of his body, exercising constantly at the gym, carefully maintaining the food he put into his stomach. As a chef, she was very familiar with everything she ever ate… and Rebecca had already been imagining a cute brunette, with short cropped hair and a form of liquid grace and muscle.

She really hadn’t been entirely wrong, she’d noticed, when they finally met in person. It was the final stage of her new roommate interview, and she’d been so certain that her and “Daniell” would get along, she’d all but dismissed the other candidate - a gawky girl by the name of Leslie. Truth to tell, she’d all but fallen over heels for the false woman she had been constructing in her head.

When she discovered her mistake, it had been a moment of pure terror. Only a moment. A heart-wrenching moment of despair, in which she found out her soulmate of a roomie was a. Man. Horrifying.

Yet - Rebecca hadn’t been wrong, entirely. The short cropped brown hair, the slender toned body. The way he moved really was liquid grace, muscles tightening and flowing perfectly. The traits she loved were all still there, and the foundation of what she admired. Just the foundation, of course. He was a man…. In body, and more importantly mind, he was everything that Rebecca could never be with. Yet the foundations were there.

It was a truly deplorable thing that the chef’s twisted mind had come up with, as Daniel casually talked about his new job as a gardener; how he’d planted posies the other day. Rebecca’s last roommate had been a psychiatrist… and a transwoman. She’d left behind quite the cache of pills. Hormones, of course. Testosterone blockers. Sleeping aids. Medicine that dulled the senses, and evened out the mood. Rebecca had always silently judged her, for putting so many chemicals in her body - not including hormones, of course…and maybe she’d been unfair, even if the girl did have a habit to self-prescribe. She certainly thought those pills would come in handy now.

Especially if she could manage to bring her own unique talent to bear: Hypnosis. It was something she’d learned as an alternative to medicine, a way to deal with her own depression without chemicals. Hypnotizing herself to be more confident, more of a go-getter. To go after her goals, without dickering over what mattered to other people. The very fact that she was willing to consider this, meant that the hypnosis was probably yielding more results than she’d intended it to… but that hadn’t t mattered to her, during the interview.  

Rebecca had known, instantly, that she wanted to do this. The fact that she shouldn’t was obvious, but unimportant. The only thing that mattered was whether she could in fact pull it off. Whether she could deal with the wait it would take, to transform someone like this. If she succeeded, she would have the perfect girlfriend… but if she was caught, she would likely end up in jail. She’d weighed that for all of two seconds, before deciding it was worth the risk. The redhead had invited Daniel to move in, and a bare week later was watching him unload boxes. Watching those muscles at work.

“Are you almost through?” she complained, faking a long suffering sigh. “Breakfast is going to get cold…” And she wanted the coffee nice and hot, to better mask the taste of estradiol and spironolactone that had been ground up with the coffee beans. She knew from their emails that Daniel stuck to one cup a day.

“I’d go faster if you helped,” was Daniel’s response. Despite the words, there was no frustration or rancor. Not even a real expectation that help would be received. Daniel was simply appreciative of the attention, from a beautiful redhead. She was short, barely five foot three, with sun kissed skin and a spattering of freckles across her cheeks. She was cute, and Daniel knew from their conversations that they had a lot of things in common. He was half in love with her, or would have been - if he hadn’t known she was a lesbian. That was one of the reasons he moved in, though, knowing there wouldn’t be any sexual tension or failed relationships. It was escaping one of those that had led to him finding a new place.

The brunette man hadn’t expected to be so attracted to his new roommate, though. She didn’t work out, she did cook carefully, but she tended to cook some fattier foods for her job, things he wouldn’t eat. That fat had mostly settled into her hips, ass, and breasts though - leaving her with a thin waist, and a flat stomach that peered out from under the cropped red mini-shirt she wore…. And if her thighs were just a touch thick, her lower legs were still slender and toned. He appreciated looking at her, even if it was just glances over his shoulder. He’d even taken off his shirt for her, just barely hoping to get some sort of reaction. He imagined her gaze was lingering, but. There was no real attraction, there, beyond maybe a bareboned appreciation for his muscles.

“We can take a break…” Daniel sighed. He sort of wanted to at least finish stacking the boxes in the closet, but Rebecca was getting hungry and he could see it on her face. “Just lead the way.”

The redhead smiled. She walked out of the room, treading across the brown carpeting, through the white salmon pink walls and onto the simple white and black tiling of the kitchen. Rebecca’s smile widened as she poured him a cup of coffee, and he smiled back at her. He recognized the born chef in her, happy to serve up a plate of two egg white omelettes, half a grapefruit, and black bitter coffee. With just a hint of sugar.

“Thanks,” he smiled, taking his first sip. She was still smiling at him, so he smiled back. It was a little strange, buuuuut. He thought he’d like it here.

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Melissa slipped behind a car, trusting the dark parking garage to hide her. In her hands was a silver collar, clutched tightly against her chest. The woman who’d given it to her had been very specific with the instructions. She was to place this collar around the neck of a man - it would only work on a male - and then stand back. And she would get the pet of her dreams. Simple, easy and straightforward. All she had to do was take away a man’s life into her hands…

Melissa had made her choice very carefully. Andrew, her coworker, was on the verge of being fired, thanks to his habit of calling out and showing up late. He was known for slapping the rears of several girls, including Melissa’s own embarrassingly large bottom. He liked to talk down to her, explaining things she already knew. He…

...He had a fiancee. She was pregnant, with twin girls. But Melissa knew that she would be better without him. She’d listened to him rutting like a rabbit in the bathroom stalls, with his secretary. The girl she’d had a crush on for three months, but that wasn’t why she was doing this. She was doing this because he. He deserved this.

Melissa knew he did.

The office worker took a deep breath, lowering her head and letting brown hair cascade down  her face and cover her eyes. For a moment, it was just her. No collar, no Andrew. No worries about what she was about to do. She let out her breath, blowing the brunette screen away for a moment. She saw Andrew, his bright red hair like a bright torch in the darkness. He was almost to his car. Reaching for his keys. If he got into the car, and rode home to his fiancee, today, she wasn’t sure she could do this tomorrow.

Another deep breath from the brunette. Melissa stood, combing hair out of her eyes and moving forward. Foot in front of foot, step by step, faster and faster. He was looking up at the sound of her footsteps, eyes wide in surprise as she charged toward him. His neck was exposed, thick and tan - as far from her dream girl as could be, but still she reached forward those last few feet and slid the silver collar against his neck, just as Andrew started to pull back.

The collar’s clasp briefly snagged the back of her prey’s neck, scraping across the edge as his attempt to pull back fought against her desperately pushing forward. There was a satisfying “click” as it finally closed, the back of it heating up against the back of Andrew’s neck while the collar sealed itself shut.

Melissa took a deep breath. Andrew’s breath caught, in counterpoint, hands reaching desperately up to the collar and trying to undo its permanently sealed clasp. “What the hell!” he exclaimed, valiantly trying to tug it off. “You crazy bitch!”

The man raised his hand to slap the woman who’d just collared him, whose hands were still holding the metal around his neck. A quiet “hissing” noise caused him to freeze in place. There was a sharp cry of pain as little needles sprung from the inside of the collar, penetrating Andrew’s neck. A throb of pain, liquid being forcefully injected into his body. He - not his face, but his neck. Not all at once, but slowly, starting as a thin band around the collar. The tan slowly began to drain away, leaving milky white skin. The colorless condition spread, moving up and down the neck from the origin point, slowly erasing the color from his face, from what little she could see of his chest through the v-neck shirt. She couldn’t see anything below the long sleeves and pants, but she watched as the fingers of his hands began to lose their coloring, the fingers stretching out, lengthening as Andrew let out a grunt of pain.

It wasn’t just the skin, either. As the paleness spread up his forehead, she watched it begin to leech color from the roots of his hair. The flaming red color was slowly subdued, reduced, turning slowly paler, color draining until it was almost white, with just the faintest tint of red left to it. Then, ever so slowly, the color began to slide back. Not the red color of blood, but the soft blonde of sun kissed hey, with just a hint of strawberry red tinting the tips.

Andrew’s focus was more on his hands. The long, slender fingers had begun to shrink again - but so had his palms. His hands were turning small, delicate, tiny compared to the rest of his muscled body. The slender fingers were still long by comparison, as if they’d been specifically designed to slip deep into tight channels.

“What…” His voice came out as a squeak, and the once-red-headed man instinctively tried to rub his neck. HIs fingers only felt cold metal, tight and unshifting. He had no idea what was going on behind it, but Melissa could imagine. His adam’s apple was shrinking, moving back into the body to make his voice crack and change.

“What’s….” he paused again. His voice had turned softer, and he didn’t understand why. He tried to speak more firmly, gathering strength in his throat “What’s going-!” His voice was even softer, the voice sweet and silken, running through her ears and making her shiver. It was the voice of her day dream, the voice she imagined coming from her dream girl, when she dreamt of them whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

Andrew’s legs trembled, and he fought against the fear inside. He tried to tackle the ball of terror that had centered in his stomach, but still his legs trembled. It wasn’t just from fear, was what he failed to realize. His legs were growing smaller, his height of 5’9 shrinking slowly inch by inch, amazonian height disappearing into nothing as four inches were easily cut from his body as if they’d never existed. His toes curled as his feet shrank in on themselves, shoes now just clumsy caverns for tiny toes.

“What’s happening to me…” the blond whispered in his new soft voice, terrified of this changing body, this second puberty. His soft hazel eyes looked out toward Melissa, but she looked toward the ground and refused to meet his eyes.

It would be over soon, she reminded herself. He would be gone, soon, and she would never have to answer to him again. Never have to feel his hand on her ass or hear his grating voice. Never have to listen as he “conquered” his way across women of the office. He would be gone, soon, and she just had to wait.

“Stop this,” Andrew whispered. “Please….” But even if she wanted to, there was nothing the trembling Melissa could do to stop the process. There was nothing she wanted to do, except for letting her hair cascade back over her face to create a new curtain, peering through it to see as her victim’s arms and torso began to slowly shrink, hands disappearing into  back into the blue buttoned dress shirt he’d worn to work that day.

The now oversized shirt spilled over Andrew’s hips, covering the zipper of his black slacks. The arms pooled around his arms, excess inches hanging off the wrists as if he were a child in his daddy’s dress clothes. The blond man whimpered, tears springing to his dark eyes, which seemed to be growing slowly softer - the long blond lashes blinking slowly to scatter the tears away, eyes now squeezing shut, the red tips standing bright on the pale skin of his soft, round cheeks.

The once handsome man’s entire face had shifted, the angular and arrogant look replaced with a soft feminine and beautiful profile. His prominent nose was slowly shrinking to a small button, his pale pink lips were darkening to a deep blood red that matched his former hair color.

Andrew’s thick neck had shifted from thick and short to slender and long, the pale skin reminiscent of a swan’s as he tried to duck his head away and avoid Melissa’s gaze of wonder, as her hand reached out to touch his tender cheek. Her thumb slowly wiped away the falling tears, leaving a trail of blazing blush across both cheeks. He was scared and nervous, unable to move his now unfamiliar body as she gently cupped his cheek in her right hand, the left hand sliding up to run through blond hair as she leaned in toward this man she hated.

The brunette’s lips gently touched his, softly sucking on the lower red lip. Pulling it between her teeth and giving it a slight tug, then letting her tongue slip out against the teeth marks she’d made in that fair skin. Melissa’s heart beat faster as her body pressed closer, breasts pushing against his chest - and she was perfectly aware the only thing between their flesh was her own soft pink shirt, and his oversized blue clothes.

Andrew’s heart was beating faster and faster, unwanted feelings of warmth spreading through him. Though he wanted to tug away from the woman who had done this to him, he found that he could only lean into her kisses, acquiesce to her hold. He could feel something stirring in his chest, as her breasts pushed against him. Two soft mounds pushing out from under his nipples, budding breasts that wouldn’t stop growing out against Melissa’s body. He tried to make a sound of protest, to tug away, but only a soft mewl slipped from his throat as the thankfully small breasts grew to push against his… his… Melissa.

As the brunette stepped away to catch her breath, Andrew ducked his head down in embarrassment, feeling something stirring in his lower half - knowing this wasn’t over yet, and suspecting now where it was going. His hips were slowly pushing out, growing full and round and pushing down the black slacks he’d worn to work, letting them pool down around his legs. He felt the elastic band of his boxers digging in, starting to split apart as he desperately pushed them down, so that only the shirt would hide his private. It was better than feeling them split across his body, now that his but was starting to grow out - Melissa was reaching out behind him to squeeze it, drawing her left hand over his blue shirt to draw it off his rear, and then using her right hand to lightly slap his pale white bottom, on both sides, until those cheeks were as red as his face. Then she squeezed Andrew’s sore behind, and pulled him against herself for another kiss.

The playboy could guess what was happening next. From start to finish, the staff between his legs had remained flabby and useless, not even hardening when the somewhat pretty girl had pulled him into a kiss. It had remained untouched, unstiff, and from what he knew of Melissa - unneeded. Now he could feel something opening up inside him, around the flesh of his dick. It was slowly pulling, stick and balls sliding into a newly formed hole with a wet “slurp.”

Andrew trembled. Thoughts of what would happen to him raced through his mind, and just as quickly slipped away. It was growing hard to think, hard to worry, hard to talk. He opened his mouth, but only a little whimper escaped, before Melissa placed her lips against his again and his body trembled.

There was pressure at his rear end, and a flash of pain as bone shoved its way out of his tailbone, flesh and fur slowly encompassing the new tail. He trembled, trying to clutch to the memory of who he was as thoughts began to shift through his mind like it was a sieve. Anthony could feel his ears stretching out, moving up his hand. Twitching back and forth, and it felt like memories were leaking from those feline ears.

The metal around his neck glowed. A thin metal ring slowly slid out of the seamless material, and Melissa pulled a simple leash out of her purse. She quietly clipped it into place, and she smiled at him.

At her pet.

“Come on, Ann…” Melissa whispered, and Ann shook her head, shaking off the last vestiges of her human mind. Crawling on hands and feet, long sleeved shirt and naked knees pushing into the cold asphalt, she began to follow her owner back to her car, to drive away from there.
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under777 Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2017
I'm pretty sure I'm trans myself and just wanted to ask how you knew it was being actually trans and not just fetish. Sorry if this is too personal.
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Princess-Kay Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2017
Oof. That's a tough one - not too personal, just.

A friend told me that if you think you're trans, you're probably not cis.... but since we're talking about the transformation fetish in particular, I think you need to examine WHY you like it.

There are cis people who like it, but it... tends to be different. Like. For cis men, it tends to be about subjugation and humiliation - one man proving himself over another, and taking control of the "lesser" male (there's exceptions, but that's basically what it boils down to if I remember my pscyh. ^^; ) For others, like me.... it's about wish fulfillment. I've spent my entire life writing about turning into a girl, and (prior to cominbg out) I couldn't really understand anyone NOT enjoying the transformation, or just 'getting used to it" because it was something I wanted for myself so much.

You don't have to have felt it all your life, or anything - and ultimately, only you can say whether you're trans or not (I don't want to gatekeep) but the only advice I can really give is look into the roots of what started this fetish for you.
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under777 Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2017
Thank you for the reply. I feel I am where you were at. I always thought it would be enjoyable and just something I would get use to and be ok with. I don't know when it started I had always thought about turning into a girl and now it's weirdly sexualized especially when forced. I have wondered if maybe that was my way of coping and making it so it wasn't me who was wanting it while still granting wish fulfillment but even now that I've come to accept myself somewhat more it still hasn't gone away. It's weird that this and only occasionally thinking about being with a guy as a girl has been my only fantasies. Sorry this was nsfw and way too much tmi then anyone needs. I'm just trying to figure some things out and I thank you for talking with me, this stuff I can't talk about with anyone irl
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Princess-Kay Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2017
You're fine!

In my *personal* experience, the fantasies of being forced into transitioning faded once I started making it reality on my own... But everyone's different! And I still have a TG fetish.
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Inclassificabilis Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2017
Happy birthday!  Hope you're OK... been a while...
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On2XSecretProbation Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday! Hope things are going alright.
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a1993 Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2017
Happy Birthday!
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Destiny3000 Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

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