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Femanize me.

When will I find a man that I can devote my life to & will turn me into his Amazon Queen. Put me in panties,inject me with his cum & estrogen take my testicles, give me implants if my breasts don’t grow enough, put me on a strict diet & exercise routine, remove my clittie & give me a vagina so he can have a 3rd hole I can pleasure him with unless 2 holes & a permanently soft clittie is good enough for him.

Fully Femanize me to be your 6’2” Amazon Queen

Take me to Thailand & fully Femanize me. I’ll keep you very happy

💜Original femme captions by Princess Vikki PNK💜

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession.”

You are nervous, conflicted, and scatter-brained as you take your seat. The confessional is dark. You shed your coat and lay it across your lap. It’s warm in the church, in stark contrast to the sharp chill of the outside wind. You pull a hand through your hair, taking a deep, nervous breath, and trying to make yourself comfortable.

“May the Lord help you to confess your sins.”

A month or so ago, your church had introduced a new priest as the standing one retired. He is young, brilliant, kind, and absolutely stunning: tall with deep brown hair falling about his jaw and dark brown eyes. His features are sharp — an angular jaw, deep-set eyes, and high cheekbones. His voice is deep and smooth, even alluring. Slowly, you noticed that you had been allowing your mind and eyes to wander during mass. You started to wonder how strong he is. How soft his hands are. What he smells like when he holds you close to him. What his lips would feel like against your skin. How his body looks under his cassock. How big his…

“My child, are you alright?”

His voice snaps you back to reality, and you clear your throat.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” you hastily answer. “This is difficult for me.”

“Take your time. I am here to listen and guide you down the right path,” he comforts.

Instead of warm, you begin to feel like you’re overheating. His voice alone arouses you, much to your dismay. You fumble with the top button of your shirt, loosening it and pulling at your collar. You try to ignore the carnal desires of your flesh, but your slacks are beginning to feel a bit tight.

“I have uhm… been having impure thoughts, Father.” Your hands begin to shake, nervous about how this will cause him to view you. He has seen you many times at the soup kitchen, and he knows you participate in a lot of local charity. For reasons you can’t seem to place, you care a lot about what he thinks of you.

“I see…” he hummed. There is a long pause as you fiddle with the rosary in your hand. “Have you acted on these desires that are driving your thoughts?”

“No,” you fib. Even in this confessional, where you are supposed to pour yourself out to the Lord, you cannot find the bravery to admit that you have acted on these desires. But you do it alone, where no one knows the vile things you fantasize about.

“Hm… well. Everyone has lustful thoughts. It is natural, as we are born with a sinful nature. It happens to us all.” His voice is calm and comforting. Your imagination runs wild with more questions yet again.

“Even you, Father?” You say it before you can manage to stop yourself. The tinges of curiosity got the best of you. You tell yourself that it’s for own comfort — to know that you aren’t alone in your thoughts and struggle with them. But under the surface, part of you yearns to know what he thinks about when he’s alone, with no other outside influence. You wonder, does this servant of God have the same sinful thoughts? Does he have to repent for the same sins? And even more so — am I the reason?

“Yes, my child. Even me. I, too, have been born into sin. I am human, just like you.” You wonder what he likes… his preferences. If he likes it rough or if he’s more of the gentle kind. What words he would whisper to you while he touches you. You wonder how he sounds when he cums.

You finally work up the courage to look at him through the screen. His eyes are serious, but not judgmental. He is beautiful in the dim light of the confessional. With your eyes locked together, the sparks inside you catch, and you have decided you are no longer here to be cleansed of your sins. You are here to give yourself over to them.

But this man has taken very serious vows. He has made unbreakable promises — to himself, his colleagues, his superiors, his congregation… and to God. You know there is no way that he would throw all of that away. You recognize that these desires are one-sided killing that flaring spark in your mind, but oh, how you crave him. At this point, you can deny it no longer.

“This is a heavy and serious topic with many complexities. This conversation may take a little while to get through. We may want to meet about this in a more private setting, where I have more time to tend to your concerns. Would that suit you?”

“Yes.” You answer quickly. So much so, in fact, that you blush, embarrassed once again.

“Wonderful. In an hour, I will meet you here again, and we can discuss this in my study. Peace be with you.”

“And also with you.” You take a deep breath to calm yourself. “Thank you, Father.”

As you sit in the chapel waiting for him, your mind races. Your mind is occupied with images and ideas most disgraceful. The way he would feel deep inside you, crying out in ecstasy. How beautiful his bare body would look in the low, orange-yellow glow of the study lamplight. What he may do with you when you are alone, with only God to judge. Your body is filled with can ache that only he can satisfy. You pray for release.

Soon after, you are on your knees in his study, hands clasped together in front of your chest, rosary tangled in them.

“The best thing about our Savior is that he is all-forgiving. No matter what horrible things you may think or say or do, you can always seek him for forgiveness…” You open your eyes and see his cassock falling off his shoulders as he glides it off. Under it, he wears black pants and a black button up shirt.

You feel yourself getting hard all over again. Your heart is absolutely racing. In this moment, with him towering over you, you come to the jarring conclusion that you do not want him despite the fact that he is your priest. You want him because he is your priest.

He places a hand on top of your head. You tilt your head slightly back, welcoming his touch, and feel the cold beads of his rosary resting on your forehead. He closes his eyes to pray, and you do the same. His hands are soft and warm, tender and comforting. His cologne is intoxicating. Your mind begins to stray yet again, but his soft, yet authoritative voice brings you back in.

“Lord, forgive us for what our flesh leads us to do.”

You repeat his words in your head… ‘us?’ Before you have time to question what it may mean, you hear the quiet ringing of a belt buckle and open your eyes to see him unbuttoning his slacks, his belt loose and undone. He looks down at you.

“Is this the kind of cleansing you have come here for?” He coos. You freeze, afraid to answer. But he comforts you again as he pulls his boxers down just enough. “It’s okay. You can tell me. It’s just between me, you…” he spits into his hand, “…and God.”

You nod, hands still folded in front of you. Inside, you are melting. He wraps his fingers around his big, thick cock, slowly and gently stroking as you watch. With the other hand, he gently holds your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. The rosary is still tangled in his fingers. You admire him, in all his filth and sin. This is what you wanted. What you were desperate for. What you thought about and touched yourself to in the shower. What you dreamed about last night. This is it.

“Stay still. Just open your mouth.” His gentle instructions are your permission. He teases your tongue, barely allowing you to taste the tip of his dick. Your mouth waters as you gently suck on it, watching heavenly pleasure wash over his face. If this is sin, why does it feel like such a release? A victory? A relief of so much painful tension? Why does it feel so good? His once gentle fingers grip your hair as he lets out a soft moan, wiping your mind clean of all these worries and stresses. You decide will let him guide you. “That’s it… let me cleanse you, my child… from the inside out.”

My brief period of running away at late 16 almost 17 and being homeless for a few months was the most terrifying of my life , I did it because I thought it was easier to take myself away from those who I seem to constantly disappoint and hurt ,I knew legally at 16 not much interest from authorities would be shown , I was legal age to do what I want after all , I hadn't shown my side that could make them think I was not stable so , in my mind it was best for all ....it was also Easter.

I knew I was in trouble

I was cold , shivering and holding back tears as 4 older men surrounded me, all atleast 50ish and of all shapes and sizes , " Hello , are you ok young lady ", I brought my knees up further to my chest as I remained sat on the cold wet floor with my back against the stone wall....I mumbled out a " I'm ok, just waiting for someone to pick me up , they are on the way and told them i would meet them here "

I knew I was in trouble

2 of them knelt down in front of me , somehow it made the 2 standing seem even taller , their soft voices of care did nothing to soothe me , the guy kneeling Infront introduced himself as Bill , he was about 58 , just under 6" tall , probably a good 17 /18 st with beer belly peeking out from an ill fitting polo shirt and a scruffy greying beard , he introduced the others , I couldn't decide if they were real names or fake , I sort of felt real at the speed he rattled them off pointing to each , Colin , Steve , Tony , I didn't raise my head , just my eyes to sort of greet each one, Colin , probably mid 60s , tall and a wirey , clean shaven and dressed in a way that just screamed I' m down with the youth , I'm still young n hip ,Steve looked the youngest , maybe late 40s early 50s , slimmer still , receding hairline and Tony clearly the eldest at around 70+ , shortest one and again a prominent beer belly and dark whispy hair as he was trying to hold on to remains of it .

I knew I was in trouble

They seemed friendly and concerned ,none had bought my story of waiting for friends to come get me , and yes it was a stupid excuse as pointed out why would I be hiding away on the dissused part of the old rail lines near the blocked up tunnel where no cars and no people were . I held back tears though trying to not show weakness as I stuck to my excuse of someone was coming for me , yet each using soft voicing and the promise of help continued their attempt to gain my trust. The promise of food and warm shower , comfy bed after 4 days of having nothing was tempting even though every part of me screamed no inside . But fear and hunger make you do stupid things as I reached out my hand to be helped and pulled up off the floor .

I knew I was in trouble

3 seemed to hover close around me while 1 was in a late night take away , I was soon walking down unknown streets being turned left and right as we walked but all I knew was the 1st warm food in days ,it was one of those knock off KFC type foods , the kind with like super chicken or chicken king on a box that was made for 2 people , but I tore each bits to pieces , cramming hand full of chips into a stuffed mouth , it had eased my tension as I spoke more on them questioning of how I ended up where I was , the food had let all my defence's drop ...so much I didn't pay attention entering a garden and upto a front door.

I knew I was in trouble

" come on in , you'rer safe , I promise " said Bill , I didn't seem to have a choice as the other 3 were so close in such a small place almost guiding me inside into the dark hallway and then the click of the door behind in the dark one of them added " don't worry young lady , you can have nice bath , warm drink , we can clean your clothes and in the morning we will give you a bit of cash to get bits you need and we will help you , maybe go have a word with local council and see if we can find you something safer than a bridge to huddle under . I breathed heavy fighting back tears and wondering if they were just nice helpful guys , after all nothing sexual had ever been hinted at , no sooner had I thought that , things changed . In the dark as I heard coats being taken off there was an " accidental " push on my back , too hard to be real accident as I fell forward and lost my balance landing on some stairs which stopped me hitting the floor " oooops " laughed one guy followed by a " oooh while your down there " innuendo as a hand reached out to pull me back up , once on my feet he guided me into a living room , well lit , warm with average furniture , musky and smoky smell , however Bills hand in guiding me in there had moved from my back , down onto my arse.

I knew I was in trouble

I was spun around while the other 3 made their way into the room , 1 sitting on the sofa , 2 on chairs , even though 1 had a matching arm chair , the other was a simple kitchen chair , Bill pulled me towards him and my hands went up in defence but they did nothing " a simple thank you young lady " as he pushed his lips onto mine , his tough beard scratching my face as he kissed me , pushing his tongue briefly into my mouth , I did not respond , just let him wiggle it around in there before he pulled out and stepped back , sitting on the sofa ,as I remained stood in the centre of the room , despite its warmth , I was shaking ,a fake smile and my attempt to compliment the decor and say thank you to them all was cut short .

I knew I was in trouble

A booming loud " STRIP " made me jump and my eyes squeezed shut ...another " COME ON GIRL ..STRIP " , I muffled " I need to use the bathroom " from me was again overwhelmed with the booming voice " STRIP" ...." Slowly girl " . My hand shook as I started to pull my arms out of my jumper , at that moment where I pulled it over my head , the darkness in there momentarily comforted me , and it also broke the fight of holding back tears as 1 then another ran slowly down my cheeks , pulling off the jumper I wiped them away , not wanting to show my full weakness and fear , my long rather grubby knit skirt was next as I slowly pushed it down my legs and into the floor , crouching down to undo my cheap knock off Dr Martin boots , sitting on the floor to pull them off and standing myself up , my white bra , light blue knickers and black tights were all that was left as I stood , rubbing my arms and looking at at the floor ....."STIRIP...ARE FUCKING DUMB GIRL STRIP MEANS STRIP" , the boom voice instantly switch to soft and caring " you do want our help don't you sweetheart ..more food , shower , warm bed , maybe even £50 in your hand ...you want a cup of tea ... Colin, make the poor girl a cup of tea " as he got up and went to the kitchen area , " now ..carry on love , keep stripping" .I slowly reached around and unclipped my bra , pulling it off but keeping my arms over my boobs , turning around so they couldn't see as pulled down my tights , stepping out , then hesitating as I hooked my thumb's into my knickers and then with a deep breath , i slid them down ...turning back around , my arm across my tits and the other dropped down hiding my vagina , I had nothing to wipe my tears . " That's it girl , let us take all of that pretty body in , fuck that's a sexy body " as each one took off their shirts , and reached down , pulling out their cocks and rubbing them slowly as they just stared at me . Bill again was the one to speak , more like shout " COME HERE GIRL " , his finger slowly bekond me to him as he shifted his hips forward , spread his arms across the back of the sofa, " you know how to thank me properly " , I shuffled forward and slowly got on my knees , quick motion of wiping my face with back of my hand , his cock poking out from under his belly, it was very hairy with very large balls hanging below , " be good and we will be good to you darling " as I looked at his smirking face , the strong smell of sweat filled my nostrils as his hand moved and pushed my head down , my closed lips letting the tip of his cock , " open up " he whispered ,as soon as my lips opened slightly he pushed down on my head and thrust his cock to the back of my throat , his cock was thick and I gagged but tried to move my head in rytham of his hips so it slid more easily in my mouth , I did the bare minimum blow job possible , " I can't feel that tongue " he barked , I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock , deciding if I made him cum quick it will be done quicker , I pulled his cock from my mouth , running my tongue down his shaft and back up , pulling his foreskin down and swirling the top in my mouth before plunging it all back , clamping my lips fully around it and sucked it in and out my mouth , the noise of my cock sucking and slurping filled the room as he breathed heavy , I then felt hands on my arse , gripping it , sliding underneath and without caution finding my pussy and 2 fingers pushed in deep as a slap hit my bum cheeks , " Bill , Don't hog the girl " as my hair was pulled hard so Bills cock came out my mouth and guided onto the eldest guy Tonys cock , it was wrinklier but bald all over ..not a public hair in sight , much longer than bills but also much thinner as my mouth instantly pushed down onto it , I carried on just sucking , it was hard with a bigger head and I could seem to feel the veiny texture underneath on my tongue , even though I didn't have control over it , the bits of drool that came from the sides of my mouth while sucking on his dick made him shout to the others " look, this bitch is loving it ".

I was ordered to suck it as fast and deep as I could , my head bobbed quickly up and down , it hitting the back of my throat each time making me gag ,as I did I felt soft kisses on my arse cheeks , heading up my back and whispering in my ear " that's good , you enjoy that cock darlin, you suck that cock nice and deep " , his hand was running over my arse cheeks , spreading them and finding the entrance to my ass , his finger swirled it and then I grunted a little as he pushed his finger into it , I didn't even notice the spunk now flooding into my mouth ,and I tried to swallow but wasn't ready , it also ran out and I gave a gag noise while finally swallowing what I could , an arm under my waist lifted me and moved me so easily over a foot stool , it pushed into my stomach , Bill knelt in front of me , shoving his cock all the way back into my mouth , his belly squashing my nose , I struggled to breath as he held it " fuck that little pussy " but Steve spoke back quickly " sod that ..have you seen this bitches arse , its fucking amazing , that's getting my cock 1st " I tried moving my self but my attempt was swept away by him , I pushed my hands onto Bills belly to try push back as his cock was fully down my throat but I was pinned and gasping for limited breath , I gave whimpers as I felt the head of his cock start to wiggle and push his way to my arse , it was dry and the stinging started instantly , almost a burn as I clenched my cheeks , but he spread them and suddenly the pop as his head broke through and opened my arse hole up , to which he just carried on pushing deep , my eyes steamed with tears , he barely paused once he was fully inside before pulling out and hammering back in , a rush of air as Bills belly gave away , in systematic rytham they fucked my throat and my arse , a surreal moment as through side of my eyes Colin placed a cup of tea down on the floor , despite it only being moments , it felt an eternity to be sandwiched in between them , I 1st felt his cock push as deep as can be and he was emptying his spunk inside my arse , holding himself there till all he had was deep in there . He pulled it out slowly with a sloppy sound , coming round to the side and grabbing my own jumper n wiping my arse, it was clearly bleeding a little , Colin slid instantly behind me and shoved his cock into my pussy , which he vigorously pounded , his body slapping against me made my arse hurt even more , but very soon he was filling up my pussy with his cum , right on that moment Bills pulled out my mouth and unloaded his torrent of spunk all over my face , wiping the remnants on my lips ..." Have a sip of your tea darling before it goes cold " , I didn't want to sit because my arse was full on hurting but I grabbed the tea and had a drink as they sat down and left me alone ,nobody said a word for a good 5 minutes until Bill said " well..that's certainly a nice way to thank us for helping you with the food , I'm sure you will be eager to thank us for letting you have a bath , letting you sleep in a warm bed and our generosity of giving you a bit of cash , you are a lucky girl " , I tried my best not to cry , turning my head away as the tears ran out , I wanted to scream but I was too scared .

" go run a bath for her will you " he said to one of the guys , "'shes needs to get nice and clean "

I knew I was in danger .

Bring it on. I can’t wait

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I wish I looked like this from behind

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