Hello, Horny Readers! Especially you very special gurls out there. Those of you who fantasize about a transformation that changes you beyond clothes, makeup, and a wig. You dream of waking up one morning with silky hairless skin, wasp waist, big sissy bimbo titties (or small, graceful perky ones–to each their own), a round ass, soft, feminine feet, narrow shoulders and a fine-featured, feminine face. Your long, silky hair, growing right out of your head, flows across the pillow, ready to be styled. Except, perhaps, for your little clitty, you are indistinguishable from a Woman. You have your enchanted feminization Mistress to thank, who waits to greet you, beaming proudly at Her masterwork.
W/e’re all pretty sure that the only magic that really exists is the kind W/e create. That’s why magical transformation fantasies are so much fun! Like much of the work of the imagination that what W/e do together entails, no matter what your kink may be, magical transformation by a feminization Mistress requires the suspension of disbelief, the ability to see magic in the trappings of the feminine.
Nothing is what it seems when your feminization Mistress magically transforms you!
Take, for example, your bath. When I am describing just how I would begin the (usually coerced or seduced) feminization process for a sissy, it usually begins with a bath, using the most ladylike of fragrant bath products, followed by hair removal from nose to toes with shaving cream and a razor.
But in the land of enchanted feminization, a bath is not just a bath. The water swirls with mysterious colors and intoxicating scents. As you sink into the steamy depths, you can feel the delicate tongues of feminization sprites on your skin, licking away at the hair, smoothing the rough maleness, making you tingle everywhere that’s beginning to get rounder or narrower or longer or smaller.
Enchantrix Rachel, sitting beside the tub with a benevolent smile, reaches out to place a gentle hand on your forehead, guiding even your face below. You don’t panic, but look up at Her with trusting, mesmerized eyes. For some reason, it’s not painful to keep your eyes open and on Her, even through the swirling water.
Your Enchantress has told you that much of the transformation will happen while you sleep, but you can see in your mind’s eye the changes that will occur. You can feel the tickle and nip in the bone structure of your face, and as you gently break the surface once again, you know that you are going to be beautiful.
You’re not sure how you’ll sleep, so excited are you, but the enchantment is already making you sleepy. “That’s alright,” Mistress whispers as your eyelids droop. “Doze if you like. I can guide you whether you’re awake or not.”
Tonight only, your feminization Mistress will let you go to bed with your makeup on.
When you open your eyes again, you are seated in front of a well-lit mirror, at an angle. Your Mistress is standing before you, humming softly as She mixes and dips brushes and sponge-tipped wands into various bottles and jars. You rest your heavy head against the headrest, and let it fall to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
“Mistress, I can see you perfectly, but I can’t see myself very well.”
Her fingers rest on your chin and guide your face back to its original position.
“That’s the enchantment. The feminization fairies don’t like to be seen going about their work. You’ll just have to be patient.”
Enchantress says this firmly, but kindly, with an understanding air. You let your eyes slide closed again as you feel the feather-light touch of the brush across your cheekbones. You feel your body tremble briefly, a sensation both orgasmic and placid, tantric. The fluffy pink robe is as comfortable as floating on a cloud. You pull it around yourself snugly and allow yourself to float away.
Your feminization Mistress has put you to bed, where the real work of the feminization fairies will be done.
You open your eyes again only once, before sinking into what will be hours and hours of transformative sleep. Mistress is standing beside your canopied bed with its pink and lavender sheets. The pillows are scented, and your tingling lips curl at the corners in pleasure as you burrow into them. Mistress winds up a music box, which She says will play all night, the night where your dreams will come true.
The fairies like it, She says, and you realize that the colorful lights that dance off of the walls and ceiling and sheets aren’t another nighttime nursery kaleidoscope, but a glimpse of the fairies themselves flitting about.
You wish you could stay awake and see them more closely, but your lids are just so heavy, and you close them once again. Your last conscious sensation is of your Mistress’ pillowy kiss on your forehead, before you are swept away into Dreamtime.
I purposely leave the fantasy here, because I want you gurls who fantasize just such things to imagine for yourselves what you will look like when you awake. Feel free to share in the comments!
Miss Rachel, your Feminization Mistress