More Feminization Stories
Oh my, the air was tingling with that special kind of anticipation, you know? The kind that makes your stomach do backflips and your heart thump like it's trying to break free. There I was, Ethan, sitting at our dining table with its soft, inviting glow that usually spelled romance. But tonight, hmm, tonight felt different—unpredictable, even.

Ellie's Voice

© 2025 by Grace Ann Hansen

Chapter 9: A SPAMtastic Outing

Museum Mayhem and Mild Miracles

July in Austin, Minnesota, brought with it a kind of energy Ellie hadn’t felt in a while. The whole town buzzed about the opening of the new SPAM Museum downtown. For most people, it was just a quirky local event, a fun, family-friendly distraction in the middle of summer. But for Ellie, it meant something bigger: a test. A chance to be out in the world, dressed as herself, in the daylight, with her whole family by her side.

Chapter 2: “Trial by Engine Fire”

Uneasy Alliances

[Cape May, NJ]

“Mom, what are you doing?” asked Brittany.

Melissa was standing at the window of their apartment, peering into nowhere.

Neil was late in arrival, and we had already given up on him and headed for the pub. No music, but an awful lot of people to smile at and be lifted by a smile’s return, often with extra warmth. Debbie and her girls were still with us, and Alys and I had a quiet moment of pleasure spotting which ones we recognised, and which were still coming to terms with their new lives. I could almost read their minds: is this real? I get to be myself, in public? There’s no catch, no taking it all away again?

As James-Trout, let me recount to you my tale, one that unfolds in the shadows of my seemingly perfect life. I am a successful programmer, renowned for my skills that have elevated numerous companies to the pinnacle of their industries. My life is intricately entwined with that of Susan, my wife, a towering figure in the realm of industrial security, her expertise and position unmatched.

Alex Jones. F5 Trafficked (Involuntary, Forced Feminization)

(On line editing a day later.)

By Gwen Brown

This piece probably skirts the edge of permissibility in the beginning. By the end of Chapter 1 the Protagonist is almost 21 years of age.

Chapter 1

Alex was barely pubescent at age 12+. He had just gotten off the Bus two blocks from his home. That is the last thing he remembered.

Chronicles of Ashley Elizabeth Fisherman 
Northern Flags in Southwinds Fluttering

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All Quiet Along The Pontchartrain Tonight

Our picket line was a mile and half from the main camp. It took me around forty five minutes to reach the line. I was surrounded by total darkness. It seemed not a soul was around for miles. It was just me and the stars that seemed to shimmer brightly in the night heavens. The moon, full and plum, reminded me of an old silver dollar. The wind seemed to be still now.