New Story | Feminized by My Neighbours

A saucy tale of complete feminization and submission.

Happy-go-lucky Finley agrees to cat-sit for his neighbours when they go away for the weekend. At twenty-two, he's unemployed, single and enjoying the freedom of having his parents' house to himself. Feeding a pampered Persian cat twice a day sounds easy enough, particularly when the cat belongs to Sally, his impossibly glamorous blonde neighbour.

But Finley has a secret weakness for beautiful feminine lingerie, and when curiosity gets the better of him, he makes one very foolish mistake.

He tries on Sally's underwear.

Unfortunately for Finley, Sally has hidden cameras. And when she returns, she has three rather revealing photographs and a proposition that will change his life forever.

Sally has always wanted a pretty little sissy to train, someone obedient, submissive and eager to please. With her own exclusive beauty salon, a wardrobe full of gorgeous dresses and a decidedly dominant personality, she has everything she needs to turn Finley into her perfect girl.

Before he knows what's happening, Finley is transformed into Candice, a stunning blonde with beautiful breasts, glamorous makeup, feminine clothes and a new set of rules to live by.

But looking like a girl is only the beginning.

Under the watchful eyes of Sally and her formidable friends, Candice must learn to walk, dress, dance and behave like a thoroughly feminine young lady. And when Sally's powerful husband Samuel enters the picture, Candice discovers that submission can be far more complicated, and tempting, than she ever imagined.

Beautiful dresses. Strict female domination. Delicious humiliation. A complete femdom adventure. And one very reluctant sissy who might just discover how much she loves being a girl.

Feminised by My Neighbours is a wickedly entertaining Short Read from Emma LaVerne, filled with glamorous transformations, dominant women, sissy training and the irresistible pleasures of surrender.

Excerpt from Feminized by My Neighbours

There was a soft sound behind me as the living-room door opened.

“What do you think?” Sally asked innocently. “Do you think you’ll want to put them on your wall?”

She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. I turned towards her, my face burning.

She didn't seem remotely concerned. Instead, she paused beside the door, where a pair of black high heels stood neatly against the skirting board. I hadn't noticed them before. She slipped her feet into them, one after the other, gaining several inches in height and making herself look even more imposing.

Then she loosened the belt of her dressing gown.

I watched in stunned silence as the pale silk fell open to reveal a beautiful black corset, tightly fitted at the waist and decorated with delicate lace. Below it, black stockings were held in place by slender suspender straps. The high heels completed her appearance, as elegant as they were intimidating.

She adjusted the robe so that it hung loosely around her shoulders, then looked directly at me.

"So, Finley. Are you a bit of a sissy girl, or do you just like wearing my panties?" My mouth opened, but nothing came out. "It's quite important that I know."

I glanced helplessly towards the photographs. "I can explain."

"I'm sure you can, darling, but I'd much rather you answered my question."

I stared at her. Somehow, the fact that she was speaking in the same pleasant, conversational voice she'd used when asking me to feed Pooky made the situation even worse.

"I don't know," I admitted.

She considered this for a moment before smiling.

"Well, perhaps we can find out together. You see, I have a bit of a dominant streak that I'm exploring at the moment."

I blinked.

"Sammy's no good for that sort of thing. He's just pure Alpha male. Lovely man, of course, but he's accustomed to taking charge of everything, and I sometimes find that rather tiresome."

She walked towards the cream sofa, her heels sliding across the carpet. I was suddenly conscious of just how tall she was.

"But you, Finley. I think you're definitely a beta." I wasn't sure whether that was supposed to be an insult, an observation or some peculiar form of compliment. "Sit down, darling."

I sat.

There was no conscious decision involved. She told me to sit, and I lowered myself onto the sofa, still trying to understand how a perfectly ordinary Saturday morning had turned into something like a dream.

Sally settled opposite me, crossing her long stockinged legs and arranging the silk dressing gown around her. She picked up the photographs from the coffee table and examined them with obvious amusement.

"You know, you look quite cute in my underwear."

I wished the floor would open and swallow me.

"Particularly this one," she continued, holding up the photograph of me posing in front of her mirror. "You've got a lovely slim figure, and your hair is already a good length. With a little work, I think you could be really rather pretty."

"Sally, please. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone into your bedroom."

"No, you shouldn't. And you certainly shouldn't have been going through my lingerie drawers, should you?"

"No."

"Or trying on my underwear?"

I shook my head.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you, Finley."

I raised my eyes, blushing strongly.

She smiled again, then placed the photographs neatly back on the table.

"Now, I've been thinking about this, and I believe I've come up with a rather interesting solution. You see, I've been looking for a little sissy slave. Somebody feminine and obedient whom I can train properly. Somebody who enjoys dressing beautifully, learning good manners and doing exactly what she's told." I stared at her, scarcely believing what I was hearing. "And then along you come, practically offering yourself for the position."

"But I wasn't..."

"Finley, darling, you were standing in my bedroom wearing my lingerie and posing in front of the mirror. Let's not pretend you have absolutely no interest in being feminine."

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