All Mine, At Long Last
Forced Feminization story:
It was a brisk autumn when I met her, we had a marching band class together in high school. Her name is Stephanie. She was a foot shorter than me and was always very shy and quiet, but whenever she saw me her lips always formed the same smile. It was a knowing smile, like she was looking forward to something that's going to involve me but that I was clueless about. And with that smile, eyes that seemed to measure me and size me up. I found her very pretty and she started to grow on me, despite the strange smile and how she would say seemingly non-sequitur things to herself, so I would try on occasion to talk to her, but she was very reserved. Everyone has their quirks, right? Maybe she’ll open up after awhile.
It’s marching practice, and I’ve known her for two years now. Stephanie is wearing a cute pair of booty shorts that I’m struggling to keep my eyes off. To my dismay, she catches me staring. W