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Gwendolyn Wilde
Stolen Manhood (Reluctant Gender Transformation Feminization Erotica)
Stolen Manhood (Reluctant Gender Transformation Feminization Erotica)
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Warning: this is an erotic short story, containing reluctant gender transformation, dubious consent, humiliation and exhibition, and is for adult readers only.
Christoph isn’t sure what his new master is planning…but he certainly doesn’t expect to be changed into a woman, dressed in fine clothes, and displayed for all to see. But the most shocking and humiliating part is how much he likes it, and how desperate he is to be used.
An excerpt from Stolen Manhood:
“Strip him.”
I pulled reflexively away from the hands that grasped me, but there was nowhere to go. The cool air hit my skin as they ripped my clothes away. I was sticky with sweat, and a patchwork of battle-earned scars scathed my skin. I straightened, standing tall, thrusting my chest out. If he thought he could shame me by stripping me, he was wrong.
He approached me again and cocked his head, studying me. “You’re handsome enough.” He gripped my hair and pulled my head back. “Young, raw muscle. Fit and tall, even features, a thick, shining mane…”
I gritted my teeth.
He let go of me, smirking. “But, I find that men are not my preference.” Anselm folded his arms. That same eager smile hovered about his lips. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you, Christoph?”
Christoph isn’t sure what his new master is planning…but he certainly doesn’t expect to be changed into a woman, dressed in fine clothes, and displayed for all to see. But the most shocking and humiliating part is how much he likes it, and how desperate he is to be used.
An excerpt from Stolen Manhood:
“Strip him.”
I pulled reflexively away from the hands that grasped me, but there was nowhere to go. The cool air hit my skin as they ripped my clothes away. I was sticky with sweat, and a patchwork of battle-earned scars scathed my skin. I straightened, standing tall, thrusting my chest out. If he thought he could shame me by stripping me, he was wrong.
He approached me again and cocked his head, studying me. “You’re handsome enough.” He gripped my hair and pulled my head back. “Young, raw muscle. Fit and tall, even features, a thick, shining mane…”
I gritted my teeth.
He let go of me, smirking. “But, I find that men are not my preference.” Anselm folded his arms. That same eager smile hovered about his lips. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you, Christoph?”
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