I use to read forced femme as well, however I think it was mostly because there were no other options available. I had only found these stories by reading "true" stories from www.petticoated.com. The Site mostly catered to TG people of a Cross Dressing nature. After a while I found new sites, doing searches to try and locate more information on Cross Dressing, the first being Sapphire's Place, which is a little more adult content oriented than this site. Than I stumbled on to BigCloset after searching for the sequels to The Eerie Saloon.

I think one of the amazing things about this site is how it caters to almost every single taste in TG literature. Because there were more "sweet" stories available here than on any other site I didn't have to settle for series and genres that didn't completely appeal but were essentially the only ones available. Although, I can certainly understand what you're talking about and I think that it's entirely possible for other people's tastes to have changed based on their psychological needs at the time. It would be similar, I think, to how a person's mood is reflective of their choice in clothing, music, and movies.

Hopefully this doesn't get derailed in to bashing Forced Femme, which is usually does, or it'll get closed. I'd also be interested to see if anyone else has experienced such a dramatic change in reading tastes and why.

I am so excited to hear your perception of who are are is changing as you change. To me that is the true measurement of who and what we are ... who do we hang out with, what type of language do we use, how do we treat others ... let alone ourselves ... all of this and so much more defines the who we are and where we are going.

For myself, forced bondage ... let alone more violent acts of people makes my stomach sick. I can barely deal with it in real life, I cannot in movies, stories, plays .... What amazes my therapist and family practitioner is I survived with dignity 20 years in the military, Intelligence no less. I was able to meet my mission perimeters and yet only twice violate my code of honor (not anyone elses, let alone a law). I can still remember that nauseating, feeling dirty, down into my pores, hating my smell feeling after my second time ... I finished what I had to do, wrote my reports, and turned in my paperwork the next day to change jobs. After that things got a little better, and I worked with the Navy and did force protection operations. Much better. I worked with the locals and ensured that no one was left behind when we left a country. I loved that job. I met so many wonderful people.

Wow, memory lane today.