Becoming Joanne, my most popular forced feminisation novel to date, has undergone a major re-write and update. Written in the first person from Joseph/Joanne’s point of view, a whole lot more humiliation has been added for our helpless protagonist to endure.
The book is part one of a future series of three novels.
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Here’s a excerpt:
Nina raised herself up to her full 6 feet 4 inches in heels and strode round to where I was sitting. She stood behind me as I sat still, my eyes gazed back at her as she touched to top of my head with one palm. Her hand stroked slowly back down my long hair towards the nape of my neck.
“I know what we are going to do with you Joseph, we’re going to transform you into a good little girl. What do you think of that?” Nina purred.
I twisted sharply towards her in my chair and looked up.“What?”
She started to laugh then continued.
“Melissa’s told me all about your history with young women and your employment problems. How your lovely wife has suffered. We’re going to help to sort you out. In the name of sisterhood.” A fake tender expression formed on Nina’s face when she said the word ‘sisterhood.’
Nina stroked my hair once more then returned to her seat. The two of them took their coffee cups and looked at each other. The feeling of being a fly sitting in front of two spiders came back to me. What did they mean about turning me into a girl?
“OK first off, we’re going to change your clothing to help you fit in. You need something more appropriate for your environment. And your future gender. You can get back to work now,” said Melissa without looking at me or explaining further.
Nina continued. “You’re no longer Joseph or boy. No, now you’ll be girl. We may as well start right away”
I stared at both of them. They were serious. I couldn’t understand it. A girl? Were they mad?
“So stand up, curtsy and thank us for our plan to turn turn you into a girl.”
I had no intention of doing such a thing. “This has gone too far, I don’t have to take it.” I screamed at both of them.
They looked at me impassively. Nine walked back to me and stood me up. She ripped my jeans open and pulled them down with one swift motion. The buttons on my fly popped off and bounced to the floor. She was far stronger than me. Melissa watched knowing that Nina could handle me. Nina tore off my underpants with a rip between her two almost masculine hands. I was suddenly exposed, my cock hanging loose but beginning to show signs of life. She pushed my head down and spanked my bare bum with one massive hand. Then again and again. Twenty times. I squealed in pain. Melissa told me to curtsy and thank Nina for my punishment. Unless I wanted another twenty spanks.
“Can I pull my jeans up please Madam?” I asked in a pathetic whine. I wasn’t sure how they would stay up without buttons.
“No you’ll step out of them and spend the rest of the day naked from the waist down. Maybe that will teach you respect. Now curtsy and thank Nina for your punishment girl.”
I looked at Nina. Her powerful frame towered over me, her hands on her hips. I was beaten. I lowered my body in the act of total submission.
“Thank you for punishing me Mistress.” My cock was now so hard I thought it might split.
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