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The new son - last part

With Prakshi completely feminized and her behavior under total control, Mithila was no longer needed to come to the house. But the friendship between Prakshi and Mithila had become essential for both of them and now unlike before Mithila became more frank and closer to Prakshi knowing she too was a girl. She could even change clothes in front of Prakshi which made Prakshi feel more humiliating than joyful. She may have come to terms with the fact that she was now supposed to be a girl but the...

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The new son Part 4

Mithila may have been the weapon Vaishali was using but it was time to unleash her own misery. She did so by changing the entire underwear drawer of Prakash and removing all his boxers and putting in panties instead and even putting in the matching bras with each panty. When Prakash realized what had happened. He came looking for Vaishali to ask why. 

She simply took away the towel he was wearing over his shoulders and showed him his C-cup breasts. She told him with breasts like th...

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The new son Part 3

It was not long before looking like a girl for Mithila was a normal routine for Prakash. His social life had disappeared, and only two people were involved in his daily life; Mithila and Vaishali. Mithila kept flirting with him and teaching him to do his own makeup and even take care of his long hair well. Vaishali was helping him control his sexual issues and help him in impressing Mithila.

Vaishali made Mithila one day talk about how fat Prakash was getting which made him ask Vaishali...

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The new son - Part 2

Vaishali kept coming into the room, again and again, every few minutes. This meant Prakash was not able to take any of the jewelry off. The more time he wore the jewelry for especially the bangles and anklets, which made a noise every time he moved. The more he felt bad about being so stupid. Yet every time Vaishali saw him like that the more she was becoming clearer on how to make sure Prakash became a better person and no longer receive control of her husband's property. She wanted to use t...

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The love of a woman - Chapter 1 ends

Thus began a very sophisticated and unique journey of Sameer in learning the tools and techniques of a modern woman for keeping healthy, long, and thick hair. Muskan was not planning to leave any leaf unturned, she never knew when next she will be able to convince him to commit and any small failure would cost a year or two in hair growth. So she had to make sure Sameer loved the new hairstyles, he loved the experience and better yet he loved it enough to not want to get a hair cut at all for...

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The new son (Part 1)- Requested By Patreon Natasha

Prakash was the son of a very rich industrialist. He lost his mother when he was very young. His father married again soon after. He never liked his new mother Vaishali from the beginning and was always trying to make trouble for her. This strategy was all well and good until his teens when his father died. Now his mother had full control of the family. His father did not have any siblings and hence no one in the close family on his paternal side would visit them.  

He had become a...

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Make me look like this

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The love of a woman - Chapter 1 continues....

She began to caress his cheeks in a loving way, she always loved the soft and smooth nature of her husband's face. She never liked men with beards and was lucky enough to have a husband with no facial hair. There was a lot about her husband's body that she loved to play with. She loved moving her hands around the slightly bulging tummy like checking the smoothness of a watermelon. She did not like the small bits and pieces of hair that he had on his chest but found it rude to suggest him to w...

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The love of a woman - Chapter 1 contd.

It was a rainy day and the loving couple had been sitting on the sofa cuddled together in a blanket while sipping their hot coffee. He was not wearing a t-shirt and she had her head resting on his shoulders. He could feel her smooth hairless skin touching his hairy chest. It was not like he had too many hairs on his chest but even the few he had always made him feel itchy like he should just scratch them from his skin with his fingernails. Today was no different he just loved the feminine sce...

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The love of a woman - Chapter 1

Muskan and Sameer were just like any other ordinary working couple in a tier 2 town. Their marriage had been arranged by their parents via a matrimony website. He had been working as a content developer for a news delivery startup and she worked as a receptionist in a property brokerage firm. Their marriage was a simple affair as they wanted to save money for their children so it was just some close friends and family.  

Muskan was a thin, fair, and beautiful girl with long hair th...

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Novel writing

I have been working on a new novel. After such a long time spent on writing short stories and captions it was inevitable that I had to write at least a single novel. For all the loyal patreons who join me till February will get access to the new feminization novel I write for the whole month of March before I shift it to be sold on the Amazon. Something special this way comes. 

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Perfect international love story

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Whatever you want

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Learning to arouse

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3 months to go

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Time to think about it

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Things happen for the better

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Finding it out

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Making of a sissy

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Caged and Destroyed

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Perfect gift from a perfect wife

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Know the other side

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Left alone

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Getting excited for new life

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Getting the right attitude

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Her new husband

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Teachings for a new daughter

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Lost bet lost office

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Life comes back in a circle

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Expansion

I am looking to expand onto more than captions. what would you guys like to see apart from just fantasy stories.

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