Feminization and femdom fiction – Joanne is back

feminization and femdomBook two of my forced feminization series, Becoming Joanne, is now available on Amazon and Kobo. It continues to follow Joseph’s transformation into the submissive sissy Joanne.

After his boss Melissa feminises him in the office and destroys all his male clothing, he thinks the worst is over. Melissa has other plans and moves him into her own home to a undergo a much deeper programme of forced feminization and humiliation at the hands of her and her female colleagues.

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Amazon USA: ebook, or paperback

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 Book Excerpt

Becoming Joanne 2, a tale of forced feminization and femdom

Joseph is undergoing a programme of deep feminization at the hands of Melissa’s employees, Imogen, Maja and Mandy. Here we join Joseph/Joanne at a scene where he has been kept in chastity for some weeks and is desperate to cum. Imogen, however, is more concerned with making his mannerisms and speech more feminine. This feminization training is to come in useful in ways he didn’t expect.

 

I opened my eyes and Imogen was glaring without blinking, straight into my face. “I need to cum Madam Imogen, please.” My desperate whisper was met with a flick of her fingernail on the exposed head of my straining erection. She looked at it and then at me and flicked it again. She was never going to masturbate me, she had something else in mind. I sat back, legs apart, my dress pulled to my stomach as she had ordered. Warm air washed around my erection.

I needed it exposed as we’re starting your elocution lessons and failures to speak correctly will be met with a slap against you little clitty. And you won’t want that on your little sensitive exposed bits will you?”

No Madam, I won’t,” I croaked. An aching flowed down my erection and into my tight balls where the cauldron of retrained semen continued to bubble like a hot potion.

Imogen towered over my wide open legs and raging erection. Maja strolled into the room with a bottle of water. Her hard expression softened in surprise for a tiny instant as she saw my position then resumed her aggressive look. It was as if she were a petulant child. She placed the water on the floor next to Imogen with two glasses and walked out again.

Say after me Joanne. I want to be a pretty girl and wear pretty dresses and skirts.”

I repeated her words with a dry throat. I sounded like a high-pitched rock singer with laryngitis. Whack, Imogen’s open hand slapped against my penis head and I doubled up. She then poured some water and gave it to me. I guzzled it down.

You will say that again but much higher in tone and softer in manner.”

I put the drained glass down. Drained like my fight. “I want to be a pretty girl and wear pretty dresses and skirts.”

Whack against my erection. Then again.

You sound like a cartoon character, you stupid girl. Copy my tone Joanne.” Imogen said the words carefully and I tried again. Another slap and three flicks with her finger nails against the slit at the top of my erection.

You’re a useless girl. If you really want to be a girl you will need to talk like one. Now repeat with me this time.” I stopped myself telling her I didn’t want to be a girl. Only just.

We continued repeating the same line over and over. The slaps and flicks reduced as I managed to come closer to the tone and delivery she wanted. Eventually she got up and told me I could go to my room and relax. She told me I had done well in the end but there was a long way to go. Even girls have to relax and she said that Maja had put several things in my room to relax with. My feminization was more than being made to wear female clothing. They were changing my whole character.

I went up to my room and saw that Maja had indeed left several items scattered around for me. My heart sank as I saw there were girls’ magazines about make up, relationships and clothes. They were spread all over on my bed. There were a couple of paperbacks about true romance with titles such as ‘She Loved the Boy Next Door’ and ‘A Pretty Girl’s Love’. I saw a jewellery-making kit, full of plastic beads and coloured string. On the side unit by the bed a large bunch of different types of flowers was laid out, a glass vase and a book on flower arranging beside them. On the other unit was large book with a photo of cakes on the front sleeve and a large red title exclaiming Cake Decorating for Girls. I was trying hard to pretend to accept my temporary feminisation but I didn’t want to read this rubbish. There’s a limit.

My shoulders slumped and I wandered to the window. I gazed out to the front garden, through the old apple tree and to the road beyond. The window was ajar and a smell of cut grass and from the jasmine from the terracotta pot below wafted in on a soft warm breeze. It rustled against my hair. I wanted fresh air and a walk in the late afternoon summer sun. I guessed that the back garden would be more secluded.

I went down the stairs and passed into the kitchen where a silent aggressive Maja glared at me. I opened the back door and went outside into the bright sunlight. A flagstone patio area led to a raised grass area behind a retaining brick wall. A wooden patio table and chairs stood at one side of the patio area. The garden was beautiful and I relaxed. It would help me to forget my incarceration for a few brief carefree moments. It was obvious that Melissa had a gardener. The garden was surrounded by trees and high hedges and perfectly secluded. I felt comfortable with the idea that I was free to wander without being seen by the neighbours while wearing a short white summer mini-dress and high-heeled shoes. Not to speak of my hairstyle and make up.

I stepped onto the grass and my thin heels sank a half inch into the lush turf. The garden was around 90 feet long and I walked to the end where two willows with drooping branches hung down to the ground. The soil was harder here as it was more open to the sun. A six-foot well-maintained wooden fence ran along the back of the garden with ground bushes and flowers growing up against it. A smell of protective paint mingled with that of the blossom. A heady mix. There was another garden beyond the fence. I walked up to the barrier and the light breeze played with the hem of my dress. It rubbed against my smooth legs and penis. The breeze lifted the dress above my near-constant erection but I was enjoying the freedom of the warm open air so I ignored it.

I glanced over the fence and shook my head back to let my hair flow around my face and neck. That was a mistake. Lying in the garden on a sun lounger was a man in shorts and bare chest. Bronzed and slim, his eyes hidden behind large sunglasses. He sat up and called out. “Hello.”

I pulled my head back and bent back down below the fence, my knees in the soil. Panic. I didn’t breathe. He called out again. “Hello?” I remained crouched down behind the fence, why had I risked being seen? I’d got carried away with being free from my jailers. I had let my guard down.

Hello pretty one, you’re shy.”

My head jerked up and his grinning sunglasses-covered face was peering down at me over the fence.

I haven’t seen you before. I would definitely have noticed you.” Oh no, he was flirting with me. I put my head down and then back up again. He was still there, a head and two sets of fingers on the top of the fence. Now closer up I could see the lines in his angular face. He had kept himself well but the grey in his hair and the wrinkles told me he was closer to my own age; early forties. This wasn’t good.

Hello. Nice to meet you. I have to get back in the house sorry. Can’t talk.” I tried my best high-pitched girly voice, just as Imogen had been teaching me. Her training session had become more useful more quickly than I’d expected.

I’m Nick, I live here. What’s your name?”

Jos…Joanne.” I concentrated on using my best girl voice. I focussed on how Imogen had taught me to speak like a girl. Nick remained at the fence. He wasn’t going away.

Pretty dress Joanne. Do you live here now?”

For the summer only. I’m staying here with….” What should I call them? “I’m staying with Mistr…, with Melissa.” I had to concentrate to not make a mistake.

Great, maybe we can see a bit more of each other when you have more time. I’ll keep a look out for you and we can have a longer chat next time. Not so many pretty girls around here Joanne. Only that miserable Maja. She’s so unfriendly and Melissa is out at work a lot.”

Sorry Nick I do have to get back in.” I stood and backed away as Nick ogled me. Ogled me? I hated the look of desire on his face, luckily I couldn’t see his eyes which I imagined sparkled with lust. I shivered at the prospect and moved back, step by step. A gust came through the violet blossomed tree to my left and swept against my dress, catching it like the sails on a galleon. My hands flew to my dress, I had no panties on. The dress waved against my hands but I held it down. Nick watched and grinned. That was too close.

I hope I can see you more of you soon Joanne.” His innuendo firing around my brain like a pin ball.

I brushed the dress down as the gust dropped and I ran. I stumbled in the heels and on to my knees and picked myself up and staggered back into the kitchen.

So, you’ve met Nick then.” Maja’s impassive face met mine as I went in the house. I turned back to see Nick still at the end of the garden, he waved. “He’s divorced and lives alone. I think he needs a good woman. He is too much old for me but I say he is your age Joanne.” Maja left the implication hanging despite her garbled grammar. I shuddered at the thought. How could he think I was a girl? I looked at my dress, hair and face in the reflection in the glass of the back door. Oh.

If I wanted to go out again I’d now have to stay close to the back of the house and not venture down to the end of the garden again. That way I wouldn’t meet Nick again. Or so I thought.

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About Lady Alexa

I'm an author and blogger of female domination, forced feminisation and erotica. I live in London with my feminised husband Alice in a Female Led Relationship.
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4 Responses to Feminization and femdom fiction – Joanne is back

  1. Michelle says:

    Dearest Lady Alexa,
    I’ve read your stories and blogs and I love them. I’m a feminized sissy and I love it! I love and worship Women and everything feminine.I believe all males should be feminized. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we lived in a Femdom world? I think it would be glorious. Women Rule! I look forward to hearing from you and reading more stories. Thank you very much Mistress. OXOX ,Michelle.

  2. sissy jamieanne says:

    Dear Lady Alexa,

    I just finished the first in the series, Becoming Joanne, and immediately purchased Becoming Joanne 2. I loved the first one…it’s a delightful cautionary tale on the perils of misbehaving as a husband…and all males should take heed!

    Thank you for sharing your lifestyle. As a feminised, sissy male I can learn much from your blog and your books,

    Humbly,

    sissy jamieanne

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