Descent into Femme (closed for neon_noodle)

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Seeking a male writing partner to craft a story where a man and woman are together romantically but she seduces him down a path of feminization and becoming a sissy eventually reaching cuckholding.

Since I would be triggering much of the action, a male writer would have to be able to write about how their character feels, what they desire and fear, how much they struggle between loving me and resisting being feminized. This is critical so the load of writing does not fall disproportionately on me.

This is not a nonconsenual scenario. As much as the male character resists, deep down she found a truth about him, she’s taking him places he never dared to go even as he fantasized about them.

Before you apply, please read this guide to SRP: https://www.literotica.com/s/roleplay-online.

This will be highly sexual and rewarding by taking our time, giving these characters ~real lives, and enjoying the details along the way.

As soon as I’ve chosen my writing partner, I will change the title to closed and not accept any more applications. If it doesn’t work out, I will contact all men who gave quality submissions the first time and take the first respondent then to try with them.

When you apply, please tell me if you have personally made any of your feminine fantasies real and if so, which? Also tell me which things in feminization interest you most and what your hard limits are.

My hard limits are: smoking, drugs, underage in any form or implication, nonconsensual, scat, pain, sadism/masochism, blood, racist descriptions or tropes, hate speech, (I’ll add more here if I remember it).

Come be your best girl with me.
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Hi Megan. I'm interested in being in a SRP with you. I've written a few CD style stories, that you can check out here:

https://www.literotica.com/authors/neon_noodle/works/stories

The High Heels and Stockings Tryout, Chapter 3, has a 4.74 rating, so all those English and creative writing classes are paying dividends. Those stories give a pretty good idea of my writing style and interests, and what I've done.

Hard limits for me are all the same, plus I'm not into caging, or diapers. I want the Sissy to have a good time in the story using her mouth, ass, and cock on her lovers too, though that may mean she just gets to lick cock while the stud is fucking her wife.

Question back to you - what's your story experience? Have you written any stories for LT? Any you started but didn't finish or get published? Similar to your comment, I don't want all the writing to fall to me either, not for the work, but for the lack of insight into what someone else is thinking and their fantasies about things.

Good luck in your search.
 
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I would be willing to fulfill the role. I often play cuckolds who were femininized first by their wives. It usually started out by me being convinced to wear satin panties and eventually shave my body hair and progress to stockings and heels. In public and in private. My wife would teach me how to apply make up and do my nails. I was told that since I had a little dickie I would never be able to satisfy a woman except with my tongue and often kept in chasity if I had an 'accident' without her permission. I think I would be your perfect sissy after my tranformation and be devoted to you!
 
Hi Megan. I'm interested in being in a SRP with you. I've written a few CD style stories, that you can check out here:

https://www.literotica.com/authors/neon_noodle/works/stories

The High Heels and Stockings Tryout, Chapter 3, has a 4.74 rating, so all those English and creative writing classes are paying dividends. Those stories give a pretty good idea of my writing style and interests, and what I've done.

Hard limits for me are all the same, plus I'm not into caging, or diapers. I want the Sissy to have a good time in the story using her mouth, ass, and cock on her lovers too, though that may mean she just gets to lick cock while the stud is fucking her wife.

Question back to you - what's your story experience? Have you written any stories for LT? Any you started but didn't finish or get published? Similar to your comment, I don't want all the writing to fall to me either, not for the work, but for the lack of insight into what someone else is thinking and their fantasies about things.

Good luck in your search.
Good questions!

I have one published story. I have several I’ve wanted to write and publish but find I spend my time writing co-stories/cybersexing in PMs. That is great, love it, but it can be hyper-focused on the sex and little build up or character building to make the sex more impactful and intense.

I’m almost always the one who does most of the writing, sadly even when I’m playing in a submissive role and crave being led and used. But I’ve had equitable experiences with several men and women here which gives me hope this SRP will work.

I undestand that it is a dance of ideas, improv where “yes and” is most effective while trying to reach those notes, those phrases or moments the other partner finds exquisitely erotic. We can be open about what we want IC or OOC but don’t expect the writing partner to guess where we want the story to go.

And this is my first so we’ll both just do our best. 😁
 
I would be willing to fulfill the role. I often play cuckolds who were femininized first by their wives. It usually started out by me being convinced to wear satin panties and eventually shave my body hair and progress to stockings and heels. In public and in private. My wife would teach me how to apply make up and do my nails. I was told that since I had a little dickie I would never be able to satisfy a woman except with my tongue and often kept in chasity if I had an 'accident' without her permission. I think I would be your perfect sissy after my tranformation and be devoted to you!
Thank you, sly. You are the runner up in case life intervenes or it just doesn’t work with neon and I.
 
OOC: okay, Neon, looking forward to this. 💋😁. What moments would you really like to see in this? What name do you want for your character? I don’t know if it is a mistake but I’m going to use my name for my character so it feels more natural for me. Are you okay if I conjure up the starting point or do you want to create it more together before we start the IC part?
 
I went thru something like this. A Domme friend of mine new I was not into cross dressing or being a sissy etc. Over time I ended up in heels and nylons and being bent over a horse for her pegging pleasure or mine. I did love getting fucked by her. I am sure had the relationship continued she could have gotten me to the point of sucking a real cock. If there is anything I can do to help I would be glad to. I am not a writer.
 
Thread is now closed for all but Neon and myself….. assuming Neon agrees to participate.

Thank you.
 
OOC: okay, Neon, looking forward to this. 💋😁. What moments would you really like to see in this? What name do you want for your character? I don’t know if it is a mistake but I’m going to use my name for my character so it feels more natural for me. Are you okay if I conjure up the starting point or do you want to create it more together before we start the IC part?
Me too. I got stiff in my panties when I read the above. Great thing about panties in that it's a cock stiffening feedback loop. The harder and bigger you get, the more your cock head rubs on the soft material and turns you on.

Megan is a great name, so I'm glad you're keeping that. I'll be Jenny, like in my High Heels and Stockings stories.

Sure you can begin the starting point, and I'll take it from there. The best fantasizes have a lot of reality in them, so I'll include some things I've done, and what I've wanted to do, and you can do the same.

Looking forward to it all with baited breath and aching cock.
 
For the Sissy to be's male name - you pick.

How much prior experience do you want him to have? None, thinking about being a sissy but that's all, some panty wearing, or dressing up without her knowing about it? If your theme is how the woman seduces him down a path of being a sissy slut, then the two endpoints are not a good fit. Maybe some light dressing up in his younger days, but pushed out of his thoughts when he got married?

Same for his experience with guys. Maybe a hidden desire of his that he's held back in an attempt to live a straight life, but ready to be awakened, and she's the gal for the (blow) job.
 
OOC: Let me riff up a starting scene and if it works for you we roll with it…

IC

Barnwell is a large town in Pennsylvania. In its hey day there were several factories, lots of jobs, the dream of lifetime employment, and the expectation that our children would do better than we will.

While the biggest factories are gone, a large university and a variety of tech startups keep the people and money coming into Barnwell.

I make good money working from home as a network architect. I travel once or twice a month. Otherwise, I can put in my time as I like as long as I hit the milestones. In fact, I’ve invented tools that really automate so much of my work for me. Leaves me with time and a nice bank account.

But I have no one to share it with. I’ve had lovers before… men and some women. Barnwell is a pretty liberal town with risque clubs and fringe fetish stores which I enjoy. But when I start sharing my deeper, more powerful fantasies, I scare them off.

Yet, here we are. A blind date set up by my (platonic) girlfriend Siobhan who you work with at the university. We haven’t been talking too long but I think we’re getting along quite well…
 
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Ahh blind dates, the best dating invention ever, I thought, and I was walking to the restaurant. I was terrible meeting girls in bars, and dating app success depended upon which photo of someone else you used in your profile.

It wasn’t that I’m a bad looking guy. I’m average looking, and keep myself in shape. But I’m so shy and nervous around women. If I’d been tall and handsome it all would have been endearing to the ladies, but I wasn’t, so I always had trouble talking with women for the first time.

Some of I know is that I’m so fascinated by them. Their bodies, their hair and smiles, the way they moved, and their clothes. Oh those sexy and hot outfits the girls wore, would scramble his mind and give me game at all.

So I was very happy when my friend from work Siobhan asked me if I wanted to go on a blind date with a friend of hers, Megan. We seemed to have a lot in common – technical backgrounds, similar interests, and so I said sure.

I figured from that Megan would be the usual techie style girl – cute and a bit nerdy. So picture my shock when I see this gorgeous gal waiting outside the restaurant, wearing a red dress like she said she would. My hopes sort of sank from how beautify she was. Great body, well built, and oh her outfit. Sexy and still classy dress, not too short or long, nice leather belt, and oh those shoes. Black leather pumps with spike heels. In short – out of my league.

Part of me want to feign injury or illness via text message and not even set myself up for her not being interested. But then I though no, let me think that the date’s not going anywhere romantically, and just treat it like a work meeting. Maybe that’ll bring me out of my usual shell.

So, with no thoughts of it being anything more than that, I walked up to her and said “Hi, I’m James. You must be Megan – not too many other gals here with such a nice red dress.” Hey that’s smooth talk for someone who spends most of their time reading technical papers.

And for reasons only she could tell you, she lit up with a beaming smile and shook my hand. We went inside, and had a nice meal and conservation. She seemed very nice, friendly, smart, and easy to talk to. We had mutual interests about hiking the trials around the town, doing volunteer work, and working in technical fields. We both enjoyed the evening.
 
The time was flying by before I thought that Siobhan was going to need a big thank you. You were clearly a nice guy and funny. I could feel you get nerves from time to time, about as often as I’d catch you gazing at my D cup cleavage. Neither disqualified you.

But it was those subtle other traits that really sparked me. Hard to really pin down but you knew a lot about women’s fashion. You knew my dress had a “cowl neck”. You never strayed into the kind of posturing or boasting that seem endemic in men.

Even the way you walked and sat gave me strong signals. The deep conversations I’d had with Siobhan had given her enough information to spot the right kind of guy.

I was charmed by his surprise when I touched his arm, giving him an age old symbol of sexual interest. He almost acted like this wasn’t a date.

“Would you care for dessert?” asked the cute waitress. Another time she would have been the object of my interest but not tonight.

“It is still pretty early,” I suggest. “Maybe save dessert for later this evening? I’d like to take you somewhere.” It was cryptic but I hoped you were sufficiently intrigued…
 
Well I'll be. My spur of the moment "she won't be interested in me so don't worry about it all" plan seemed to work. Megan seemed to enjoy the conversations, and the fact I knew the shoes she had on were pumps seemed to both surprise her, and send her into thoughts.

I was ready to say goodnight when she asked if I wanted to go someplace else. She didn't have to ask twice

"I'd really like that. It's not a school night so we can stay out till at least 930!" Where would you like to go, or should I just follow you?" I was kind of hoping I could follow her - her dress showed off some very sexy panty lines in the back, and between that, her great body, and the click of her high heels on the tile floor, she could lead me about anywhere.
 
“You’re not my dog,” I laugh at your suggestion that you follow. “Yet…” after just enough pause I laugh again and wink at you. I slide my arm into your and we walk comfortably arm-in-arm for a few blocks.

We stop outside a local lingerie store that appears to be open for another hour.

“Big guy test here,” I smile. “Come in with me while I shop a little?”
 
It's a good thing that you can go on auto pilot and walk, because between next to Megan, smelling her sweet perfume, and having her slide her arm into me about made my head spin.

I thought we'd be going to a club or at most, an ice cream shop. Instead, the click of her sexy high heels, which I had to keep stealing glances at (they were so hot - black pumps with 3-1/2" spike heels. Anything less isn't sexy, anything more is too much and not classy. And perfectly fitted on her feet - no silly toe cleavage to detract from the smooth lines from the shoe to her skin), stopped in front of a lingerie store.

"Uhh, sure no problem." I sort of mumbled. But I recovered enough to open the door for her, which made her light up. We walked in, and due to the late hour, were the only customers there. A cute salegirl came up to Megan and asked if she could help.
 
“Oh yes thanks. I’m going to look for some things,” I begin. My mouth opens like I’m going to say something else as I look at you but I close it again.

I take your hand and walk through the maze of racks and hanging displays with all kinds of lingerie: panties, bras, teddies, bustiers and corsets, stockings, garter belts, cat suits, camisoles and even some high heels.

Now is the perfect time to see if I’m right about you but I also don’t want to ruin what has been a fun evening so far. I decide on a middle road.

“I thought you might like to pick out some lingerie, so I can see what you like. You know, in case you have an opportunity to see it… on me…”. Huge flirt but also clearly ambiguous.
 
"Well I, uhh, sure, I can, uhh", Oh get a hold of yourself Man. You're with a beautiful girl who for whatever reason seems to enjoy your company.

"Sure Megan. Well, as a guy, I like a sexy but classy look. So I think an outfit with some nice black stockings with a smooth top to accent that first glimpse of skin above, a garter belt, bikini panties, and a tight low cut top would be hot. Especially on you.' Ooops, shouldn't have said that part, but it slipped out.

Actually, I thought I'd said way too much. Maybe I should have just acted nervous and like I didn't know what all the articles of clothing in that store were. But ever since the first porn mags I'd looked at, women's lingerie turned me on something fierce.

All those sexy outfits that the girls could slip and slide into, the way it accented their curves and the parts of their bodies that drove the boys wild. And it could all be fit under regular clothes, like a superhero costume. I'd often think about what the girls at work or in stores might have on under their work clothes. Are they wearing it for their lover later that day? Just to feel sexy themselves? Or maybe to let a stranger catch a glimpse of a panty line, a stocking top under a tight short skirt, the outside of a garter belt suspender, or a line of lace peeking out of a low cut top. Just a fleeting glance and then it's gone, but the memory of it being enough to fuel the fantasy of a guy later that night.

But what guy thinks that much about lingerie? Guys are just supposed to think it's sexy and want to see women in it, not think about the items themselves. I hope I hadn't sounded strange.
 
Siobhan was so right. Your clear knowledge, the slip about it being on me, that glassy look you got for a moment… all bets were off now. This was going to be fun!

“Marla?” I called to the cute salesgirl. Your eyes widened realizing that I already knew her. The girl came over.

“How can I help?”

I turn to you. “Honey, what size panties are you wearing?”
 
Oh damn, I had said too much. It really wasn't my fault - taking me in to a lingerie store and asking what I liked was like talking a drunk into a liquor store and asking him what rum was the best.

And of course, I had to have panties on that night. Couldn't have worn one of my two pairs of Hanes, no, I had to wear the VS bikinis, so I'd feel good.

I must have turned as red as the pair of panties I had on. Flushed, embarrassed, and yet turned on, I cleared my throat and said large.

"I uhh, need the extra room. I hope that doesn't freak you out."
 
“Don’t be nervous, sweetie,” said Marla. “We get girls like you all the time.” She pats your arm to soothe you.

The she turns to me. “How big is her clit?”

Now it was my turn to blush a bit. “I haven’t seen it yet,” I admit.”but I’m guessing small or at least smaller than average.”

We both turn to you looking for an answer. Marla the adds, “if you want to show us, that might settle things.”
 
"It's about 5 inches, maybe a bit less." This was like a naught dream coming true. Two sexy gals, one who'd I'd been out on a date with, were asking about me wearing panties and how big I was.

I figured this was going to be the end of it, just some light teasing, the way girls like to do, and then Megan would buy something and we'd be on our way.
 
Marla and I smiled to each other.

“We’ll need his bra size too. Can you get your measuring tape?”

The sales girl swished to the count bill er and grabbed a bright pink cloth measuring tap. She instructs yopu to raise your arms
 
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Oh now this was really making my head swim, and my mouth dry.

I'd worn panties for years, telling myself that a lot of guys did it, and it was the way the soft materiel would rub against my cock and balls all day that I liked.

But it was more than that I knew. I loved the way wearing panties made me feel. The way it brought out a side of mine that was more feminine that my usual demeanor. Feeling sexy, hot, and able to turn other people on with my body and my clothes.

I realized too that over the years since I moved away from home, my taste in porn had started to change too. From M/F scenes, to either single girls all dolled up (with me thinking about how sexy those outfits were) or MMF or more, with one girl taking on cock after cock, and me getting increasingly turned on by the cocks.

With a dry mouth I took my shirt off and raised my arms. It was both thrilling and scary being shirtless in front of these two beautiful girls who seemingly had plans for me that night.
 
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