The Number 1 in Feminisation


feminised husbandMy latest e-book, the non-fiction ‘How I Feminised my Husband’, today reached Number 1 in both the Amazon USA and Amazon UK charts for Erotica / Transgender books.

So a big thank you to everyone who bought a copy and also to Alice as without her acquiescence and acceptance to the my demands for a femdom lifestyle it would never have happened. I’m going to buy her a nice new sexy bra and knicker set as a celebration.

I wanted a new girlfriend so much, I made my own.

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Here’s a little excerpt from the book:

feminised husbandThat weekend we went to one of the many charity shops in the high street. There do seem to be rather a lot these days and they were the ideal place to find something cheap for Adam to try out at a low risk. I didn’t tell him that was the reason for our trip as I guessed he would refuse. Feminisation was still a bedroom game in Adam’s mind and although he was obviously excited by it, he wasn’t ready to wear skirts more regularly.

I found a short pleated black skirt with an elastic waistband in UK size 14. An elastic waist seemed safer as I wasn’t entirely sure about his female size at that time and the skirt had a good deal of material so would be loose around his hips and thigh tops. The skirt also appeared to be new or nearly new which seems to be common for female clothing in charity shops and something I registered for later trips to the women’s section of charity shops to buy things for Adam.

“What do you think of these?” I asked him holding it up in two hands. “Feel the material, nice isn’t it?” It was indeed a lovely soft material he admitted. The pleats were very obvious and the material was loose and soft to the touch.

“Yes very nice although I’m not sure this is your style,” he replied. “You never wear anything this short.”

I said, “what do you think of the material. It’s not fair is it? Woman get to wear much nicer material and you don’t. Feel it. Do you like it?”

He agreed it was very sexy material and felt lovely. He liked the floppiness of the material. He was confused as he couldn’t understand why I was spending so much time with a skirt that I was never going to wear. He hadn’t yet realised.

I looked at him and said softly so no one could hear me, “good, I’m glad you like them as it isn’t for me. It’s for you.”

He looked at me with his mouth open. I could see his mind was whirring and there was an internal fight over the excitement of having his own little skirt bought for him with his social conditioning kicking in saying that this wasn’t right.

I continued to press home my advantage. “We had some great fun playing our new games, it was exciting don’t you think? It would be nice to carry on playing. I’m going to buy this cute skirt for you for our game” and I did as he looked on shocked. In the not too distant future I was to make him do the buying but for now the most important point to focus on was getting him his very own skirt. He didn’t object and I knew all I needed to do was push and never take no for an answer, an approach I have used ever since. When we got home I insisted he try them on as soon as we walked into the house, I didn’t want him to begin to think too much about what was happening. He was embarrassed but I asked nicely and with a deliberate look of innocence. Just wearing the skirt wasn’t enough though as he had boxer shorts on under his trousers and, while I was ahead, I wanted the skirt on with knickers.

I looked at him and said. “You’ll need to take your boxers off as they will disturb the flow of the skirt and hang below the hem. I’ll get you some knickers.” I smiled at him as he stood there in the kitchen which is not overlooked by any neighbours although this was not for his benefit as I would have loved for the neighbours to see him in a skirt. I went upstairs to find a pair of knickers and I came back to find him still in his trousers. He had waited for me, I knew he was waiting for me to push him.

“Trousers and underpants off Adam,” I said while holding out the little skirt and knickers.

He pulled his trousers down and stepped out of them. I nodded at his boxer shorts and raised my eyebrows. “Come on Adam, once you’re in the skirt we can play again.”

He pulled his boxers down and stood there and I saw that his cock had grown hard. I had him where I wanted. I had never appreciated that it was possible to control men so easily with sex or the promise of sex. He stepped into the knickers I’d given him then pulled on the skirt. His face blushed and his eyes went down.

It was impossible for me to stop smiling. “Let’s go up and play.” I had no intention of going upstairs immediately as I wanted him in his skirt doing normal stuff first. I looked at his long slim legs in the skirt. It was a wonderful feeling but I did blanch at the slight of his hairy legs. It was great to see him in a skirt, standing there on the black tiled floor. I wanted to delay the sex and stretch the time he was in the kitchen in his little skirt. I had an idea.

“Let’s have some coffee first. Can you make it for me please darling?”

He complained and wanted to put his trousers back on. He offered to keep the knickers on and just pull on the trousers. Of course I gently refused and picked up his discarded clothing and reminded him to make the drinks. He didn’t know what to do at first, this was, to be fair to him, a highly unusual situation. He was now standing in a little black pleated skirt with pink knickers on underneath. I told him how lovely he looked and made a ‘mmmm’ sound before looking him up and down.

“Hurry up and make that drink and afterwards we can play upstairs.” He did as he was asked and I was very pleased as Adam served me wearing his own little skirt for the first time. I observed that he was more malleable with the skirt on, no debate about who was going to make that drink. He followed my order. I was going to want this more often. A whole range of thoughts were flooding though my mind now. His legs were too hairy, he had male slippers on, he was wearing a male shirt with the skirt and that just didn’t go. First things first. I still didn’t know where this was going to go, how it would end up, but I did need to make a few adjustments to get Adam looking better. To improve him further. It was for him too, even if he didn’t know it yet.

Being a girl is always an improvement on being a man.

 

About Lady Alexa

I am a writer and a believer in the immense benefits of male feminisation and female domination. My blog records my true-life experiences in these areas. I also have several novels and a non-fiction book published on Amazon about forced feminisation which you can find under my pen name Lady Alexa. I live in a quiet corner of North London with my obedient and feminised husband/housewife.
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13 Responses to The Number 1 in Feminisation

  1. mrbillsails says:

    Congratulations! You certainly deserve the recognition for producing a very helpful guide to feminization.
    I love your comment about making your own girlfriend, that is what I would love to be for my wife.

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    • Lady Alexa says:

      Thank you mrbillsails (don’t you have a more feminine name?) And thank you for the review on Amazon and the feedback on typos. I’ve updated the document. Lady A x

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      • mrbillsails says:

        Dear Lady A,
        mrbillsails is the name I used for a login when I started blogging. At that time I didn’t even know about male feminization. Perhaps someday my wife will decide to give me a more feminine name, although I doubt that we will ever make this anything more than a part time game.
        However I do remember that you started out with what you called a “game”!

        I went to a dermatologist appointment last week with clean shaved legs, a semi public outing of my condition! Two nights ago my wife painted my toenails with nail polish.
        We would probably be more actively pursuing my feminization if our son had not moved back home. Looking forward to having our empty nest again!

        I shared your book with my wife, but I don’t think she has looked at it yet.

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      • Lady Alexa says:

        Then why not use MRS BILLSAILS? As for the shaved legs, Alice used to worry about it, especially for the gym but no one ever takes any notice or is interested.

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  2. Philipp says:

    Congratulations for your book becoming number one!

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  3. maidkatie4u says:

    Many congratulations Lady Alexa – it’s a fantastic achievement. As you know I’ve just started chronicling my service to my Mistress, I wonder whether my Mistress could write a book ? How on earth do you start ?!

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  4. babycakes says:

    Fascinated by this topic. You used the terms forced and encouraged in your writings and you state your husband, now girl, was unwilling but you coerced him in a loving yet firm manner. Clearly you are in a loving relationship and that is what makes the feminisation possible. Would you agree that somewhere deep down your girl wanted to be feminized? Do you believe true resistance by the male can be overcome? After all, he can just walk away from the relationship although that would probably indicate that there was not much of a relationship. If your girl had steadfastly refused to be feminized, and I do believe he was aware of your intentions early on even though you indicate it’s an incremental process, would you still be in the relationship? Not trying to offend. Just trying to understand the dynamic.

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  5. explorer3000 says:

    Congratulations on being number one!

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  6. Deb says:

    Love wearing pleats myself….I’ve got a wardrobe full of them !!!

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