As I grew up these feelings remained and would surface now and again, especially as I reached puberty. Although I began to want to have sex with girls and now knew the differences, the desire to dress up like one never left me completely but I never had the opportunity. Instead I would fantasize about being made to dress as a girl by a girl or woman. I would masturbate over pictures of women but not porn or naked women. My women were always fully clothed and wore beautiful dresses, usually satin or taffeta and the fantasy that made me cum when I was masturbating was that of the woman in the picture dressing me in the same dress as she wore – painted nails, long hair, make up – the whole works. The nearest I got was trying on some of my mother’s dresses and swimsuits when I was home alone. I’d stand in front of the mirror and look at myself and if I was in a swimsuit I’d trap my cock between my legs to hide any sign of a bulge. Then I’d lie on the bed and run my hands over the strange material that encased my body, before masturbating; always being careful not to get anything on the dresses or swimsuits.

After I left school I got a job in a small engineering works drawing office and also met Emma. Emma was five years older than me, was a nurse and was worldly-wise beyond her years. We began dating and after a while we were an ‘item’. She was beautiful and had the sort of body that I found incredibly sexy – large breasts for her size, large hips and everything in proportion. Her hair was black and although she wore it tied back for work, she would let if down at home and it was wonderfully glossy and reached down to her nipples when she was undressed. We had a healthy and normal sex life and the thoughts and fantasies of me wearing women’s clothing had gone completely.

One night we were in bed after making love when she started to talk about her fantasies. One was where she would wear a latex dominatrix dress, tie me to the bed and force me to lick her cunt. I had no idea what a dominatrix dress was, or that clothes could be made from latex for that matter! She said she’d have to educate me and got out of bed to get her laptop computer, which she brought back into bed, fired up and connected to the Internet. Soon we were surfing websites of fetish clothing stores and to say that I was blown away was an understatement. The shiny material in a variety of dress styles had me aroused and reawakened the old feelings. Emma pointed to one particular dress and asked me what I thought of it and before I knew what I was saying I blurted out “I’d love to wear that!” Emma stopped and turned to look at me. I wasn’t sure what was on her mind, was it a look of disgust, shock, or what? “You would like to wear a dress?” she said, quizzically. “Er… I… I didn’t mean that, I meant I’d love you to wear that”, I stuttered. “No, I’m sure you said that YOU would love to wear it”, she replied. I became uneasy and raised my voice a little “Of course not, what do think I am, some kind of queer?” I said indignantly and got out of bed to go to the lavatory. As I left the bedroom I thought I heard her say something. “What did you say”?, I asked. “I said that’s a pity”. “Why”? Because another of my fantasises is to force a man to dress as a woman”. I continued to the lav and took a pee. When I went back into the bedroom she had changed into a red satin nightdress and was stood by the bed holding up an identical nightdress but in blue. “Come on, you know you want to”, she said softly as she held the dress up by it’s thin straps…

I couldn’t resist and slipped off my boxers as I went over to her side of the bed. She lowered the dress so I could step into it and then she pulled it up my body. It was on the small side for me but she got my arms though the spaghetti straps and as the smooth, cool satin brushed against my cock it got harder than I ever remembered. I leaned to put an arm around her but she pulled away. “No, no, no”, she laughed, “make up first”. And with that she went over to her dressing table, brought back her lipstick and applied the bright red to my lips. She put the lipstick away and then kissed me with a long, lingering kiss as one of her hands grasped my hard cock through the slippery material. She then pushed me onto my back before sliding the hem of my dress upwards as she hoisted hers and mounted me. That night of sex was fantastic and we both slept soundly afterwards. I’d slept in the female night attire and was sad to have to take it off the next morning but I had to shower and dress for work.

A week passed and I longed to do it again but daren’t. I didn’t want Emma to think I was a pervert or obsessed with the idea of wearing women’s clothes, but on the next weekend I awoke to find Emma in her nurses uniform, sitting on the bed. The sheets were thrown back to reveal my left leg, which she was shaving. I asked what was going on and she told me that she had to shave my legs otherwise I was going to look silly in the dress that she’d bought for me. “Dress”? I said. “Yes, I’ve bought you a whole outfit online and today we’re going to dress you properly as a woman, now won’t that be nice”? “But Emma, I’ve got football practice this afternoon, how the hell am I going to explain smooth shaven legs to the guys”? I said. “Don’t worry”, she replied, “I’ve called Joe and told him that you’ll not be at the practice because you’ve got the flu. Besides, ladies don’t play football so you’ll have to give it up in any case”. I wasn’t sure what she meant by that but didn’t press the matter. She’d already done my other leg and then gave my face a close shave. I could see the boxes and parcels next to the dressing table and the thought of what she had bought intrigued and aroused me. I made to put an arm around her and cop a feel of her tits (the uniform always turned me on) but she said “Not now!” and took me over to the dressing table and sat me in a chair. It seemed like hours while she applied make up of all kinds to my face, plucked my eyebrows and then came the finishing touch – the dark red lipstick and lip-gloss. Then she made me drop my boxers and put on a pair of satin panties. This got me hard and she had to push my cock down into them. Then she made me stand and turn away from her while a black satin corset was fastened around my waist and pulled in so I could barely breathe. Next came a pair of stockings that felt like electricity as they were pulled on and smoothed to my now hairless legs. My cock was straining against the satin panties and I rubbed myself against Emma’s beautiful body. She giggled and ran her hand across the satin that contained my cock that would have been erect if it were not for the tight satin against it. “No, not now!” she repeated as she opened another package. A black satin bra was fitted to me and a pair of latex breast forms were placed into the C-cups. I just had to jiggle them! Emma opened yet another parcel and held out a gorgeous little black dress, also made from satin. It was plain except for a narrow belt of black patent leather with a diamante heart buckle. She helped me into it and sealed the zip at the rear with a tiny padlock. I was slightly concerned at this but said and did nothing as I became lost in the moment, running my hands across my breasts and feeling the wonderful satin of the dress. I was stopped as Emma made me sit in the chair once more and moved behind me. Then I felt something on my head and realised it was a wig, a wig of shoulder-length red hair. She then knelt down and fitted shoes to my feet. Black patent court shoes with a diamante heart to match that on my belt. It all felt blissful and then the finale – Emma turned my chair to face the mirror. I found myself looking at a beautiful woman, a woman who I had known all my life but only in my fantasises and dreams! I was overwhelmed and began to cry as Emma and I hugged and then kissed.

Emma left me to admire myself in a full-length mirror as I walked up and down and occasionally ran my hands over my breasts or placed them on my hips. Presently she got changed out of her uniform and into her own LBD. We spent all day like this and even went for a drive in her car together. I didn’t get out of the car at any time but it was still a fantastic day. After we had dinner we went back upstairs where I took my dress off and Emma forced me onto the bed and tied me down. She left the room for some time and when she came back she was wearing the latex dominatrix dress that we’d seen on the internet site that first day. “Prepare to eat pussy, bitch!” she said forcefully and then straddled me. She moved up until she was in my face and then stretched the tight dress up to reveal her cunt, which she forced into my face. I began to lick her clit and her juices flowed so much that I was in danger of drowning! My cock was hard but was sealed in the tight satin panties and she occasionally moved a hand behind her to rub it. And keep me attentive. I don’t know how long she was there or how many orgasms she had but it went on and on. Emma was in heaven and acting out her fantasy! My fantasy had been acted out but I still wanted some of this action and when she finally finished I asked her for my turn.

“How dare you! She screamed, “I buy you all these lovely clothes and fulfil your fantasy of being dressed as a woman and you want your cock in me”? She pulled the hem of her little latex dress down as she climbed off the bed and left me tied up in my corset, panties and bra. My wig was messed up and I imagined that my make up was too after her cunt being ground in my face and her juices flowing into my lipstick. Eventually she returned and released me from my bonds and told me to clean myself up and get changed. I took her make up remover into the bathroom with me and showered.

A month had passed and at least twice a week we would dress up, her as the latex-clad dome and me as the submissive woman in the satin dress. We never had sex when I was dressed as a woman and I always had to service her with my tongue, the only way I got off was to masturbate afterwards but I had to be very careful not to get anything on my lovely dress. Then one night Emma said that she didn’t want to do it again as she loved me and feared an evil side of her was coming out and that if she didn’t stop now she may go too far one day and do something that we would both regret. I pressed her to explain exactly what she meant by going too far but she wouldn’t discuss it. No matter what I tried she wouldn’t explain but said it was for my own good. Eventually we both agreed and promised that it would never happen again, I would never again wear a dress - ever. She said she’d dispose of the clothes at the hospital charity shop and that would be the end of it so we should forget it ever happened for my sake.

I was almost a year later and Emma had gone away for a four-day course as part of her career advancement in nursing. I was to redecorate the spare room for when she got back. She said that an old colleague of hers was coming to stay so it needed sorting out. I was clearing a cupboard when I found the wig and the breast forms that I thought had gone to the charity shop. I guess the clothes were easy enough to get rid of but explaining a wig and breast forms would have taken some doing so she left them and forgot about them. Then I found it – that dress! HER dress, the little latex number. I knew I shouldn’t but I couldn’t help it. My head was in a spin and before I could help myself I was in the shower shaving my face, groin and legs. I sat at the dressing table and applied foundation to hide any remnants of 5 o clock shadow and then got on with copying what I’d seen Emma do countless times. Eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, lipstick, lip-gloss were all covered. Then it was on with the wig. I admired myself in the mirror and thought that I’d done quite a good job. I took one of her bras from her drawer and it fitted – just! I squeezed in the breast forms and then, with my hands shaking, I unzipped the dress. It was a struggle to get it on but finally I did. It felt strange but very exciting and as I looked in the mirror I felt sexy.

I didn’t hear her come in. I’d put some music on while I cleared the spare room and left it on all the time I was dressing. As I turned and saw her I was stunned and couldn’t move or think for what seemed like an age as she looked me up and down. “I’m sorry, Emma, I didn’t mean to…”. I expected her to be angry but she was very calm. “You look sexy”, she smiled and began to unbutton her coat. “Get on your back”, she purred. I was relieved that she wasn’t angry and now I became aroused as she dropped her coat and then began to unzip her skirt, which fell to the floor. “So you want to look and dress like a girl again, do you”? she said in a seductive tone as she unfastened her top and discarded it. There she was astride me in her underwear and me all done up as a woman in a latex dress – my ultimate fantasy! She tied me to the bed as she had done before. “If you really want to wear dresses like these there is something we must do to make the whole look better”, she said pointing at the bulge of my raging hard on spoiling the tight smooth line of the dress. “I’ll be back in a minute”, she whispered and then left the room. She was gone some time and I guessed she’d gone down to fetch something from her car. When she came back she was wearing her uniform and her hair was tied back. She had a pair of latex gloves on and a medical box in one hand. I was puzzled. Then she took a syringe from the box and proceeded to fill it from a vial. “I was saying that a dress like this is spoiled by THAT bulging out. It looks horrible and a dress as beautiful as this should be worn as intended”. “How do you mean ‘intended’, I asked. “Well, dresses are intended for women and women don’t have cocks or balls to ruin the line and so neither should you if you are to wear this dress to it’s best”. She pulled up the hem of my dress. “This is an anaesthetic so you won’t feel any pain during the procedure”. “Procedure”? I quizzed. “Yes, castration - the procedure to remove your testicles. This should result in your sex drive being reduced to zero and therefore you will no longer get erections to spoil the line of your lovely dress. Of course I’m going to have to have your penis removed too but that will require surgery that I cannot do alone and here at home”. My mind was overwhelmed with fear, anger and a feeling of helplessness. “Please, Emma, don’t do this. I promise I’ll never wear a dress again! Please don’t castrate me”! She looked me right in the eye and said “But Peter don’t you understand, I WANT you to wear dresses. I want to feminize you completely. I want to transform your body beyond recognition. Once you have been castrated you will begin a course of female hormones and I’ll have you booked in for breast surgery. You are going to be my feminized sex doll”. And with that she injected the anaesthetic into my groin. “You see, Peter, I adored playing with dolls as a child and now I’ll have a real living doll to dress up. She began to swab my scrotum with some yellow liquid as she continued to speak. “The reason I want to do this to a man is that dolls don’t have any genitals and it’s easier to nullify a man than a woman. Either would suffice as far as being my sex slave is concerned but a man is so much easier to convert”. She tied a cord around the base of my sack and pulled it tight. “Imagine how wonderful it will feel when you’re dressed in a white wedding gown and how beautiful a strapless gown will look as it clings to your figure”, she said as the scalpel cut silently into my ball sack. “And think of the delightful smooth crotch of a leotard and how nice the fit will be without these things to ruin it” she continued as the left testicle was slipped out and onto the towel that she had laid between my legs. She sutured the blood vessels and vas deferens before detaching it with scissors. She giggled as she held it up before me and swung it gently. I began to cry uncontrollably and before I knew it she was holding the other testicle up. She then placed both in a small bin marked FOR INCINERATION. Emma then sewed me up and cleaned everything up. She untied me and laid on the bed beside me, holding me until I fell asleep. I would awake the next morning as neither a man nor a woman but the simply the plaything of my girlfriend.