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The Power of Belief, Ch 5 (Feminization/Sissy)
WARNING: The following story contains themes of sissifaction, feminization, abdl, and (light) identity death (eventually). If that's not your cup of tea, look elsewhere. Chris slowly opened his eyes, enjoying a few blissful moments of peace snuggled up in his soft, warm bed cuddling his stuffy. Of course, this peace came crashing down when he realized it was once again monday. He closed his eyes tight, begging god or satan or zeus or whoever was out there and listening to wake him up from this horrible dream, or at least make it saturday so he didn’t have to brave going to school. But no solace would come for Chris, so he decided to roll over and get at least fifteen more minutes of rest. Upon rolling over, he felt a cold dampness in his crotch, so he gingerly reached down and squished the front of his diaper to confirm what he alreedy knew: he had once again wet in his sleep. Chris closed his eyes and cuddled his bear close, trying to remember the last time he was able to make it
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A cold breeze kicked up dust accross a desolate patch of land, which had been graded by the construction equipment that sat idle. Clouds rolled over the real estate development where one fully furnished dwelling, a show house, stood. However, despite its minimalist exterior and modern design, the contents of this house were rather futuristic: cutting edge devices were strategically placed throughout the model home. These gadgets promised to deliver comforts and automation beyond anything mankind had yet seen.
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Forced to be a Princess (part 4)
Darcey opened the door to her house. She held it open so Malisa, Millie and Daisy (who was pushing my pram) could walk in before entering herself. Darcey’s house wasn’t just big, it was a mansion. Darcey picked me up and started carrying me upstairs. Her friends followed, and Daisy brought the pram with her. Darcey carried me up three flights of stairs and walked through a hallway. She stopped at a door. The was painted white with the word ‘Gemma’ painted on it in pink. Darcey looked at me and grew a smile, “as you know, my dad is very rich which means I can do stuff like this all the time!”
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hi! ^.^ I hope you like this first chapter. I've been pretty busy so I haven't had much time to write but I've been wanting to post this for a while. I want to give a shout out to skipek1 (from DeviantArt) who asked me to make a transformation story. and to Redwelch2222 who helped me with a little bit of the world building that will be in the next chapter. this is my first real original story not based on anything already. hope you all like it!
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Very interesting but i don't fully understand this sentence 'light pink color with a small ow sicking out the side of my head!'.
I mean what is a small ow?.
I mean what is a small ow?.