Friday, 5 January 2024

2024 - a little bit of politics!

Hello playmates! Yes it's 2024! Here's my review of the state of things as we begin the New Year. 

Well done if you've survived the last three or four years. Not easy, was it? First #Covid19 and lockdown, then the final exit from the EU due to #Brexit, and a much harder Brexit than we expected, due to that idiot #Johnson, a despicably corrupt lying bastard if there ever was one! 

Then that ghastly creature #Truss crashing the Pound. And now the #CostOfLivingCrisis, and we're told UK prices across the board will probably never come down, but if you're working don't worry too much, because wages and salaries are predicted to go up, so you'll be okay, they say! But bollocks to that and to you if your on a state pension or Universal Credit or other benefit, because they're not going up in line with inflation, so you'll be worse off! 

So what's been going on with me? My lovely Border Terrier dog Roxy get so ill with diabetes and other health issues we had to say good bye to her. She died in my arms. We were devastated - she was our first dog, so we'd never experienced the sadness you feel when a beloved animal passes on. 

It took us several months to start to get over Roxy's death. All you can do is eventually consider getting another furpal, and that's what we've done.

I am now Big Mum to Pip, a delightful Havanese puppy who is now five months old. He was born on 1st August 2023 and he came to live with us on 25th October.

Monday, 25 July 2022

All my publications now available with your security guaranteed

 

Hello Girls,

This is to let you know that all my classic fully illustrated TG Fiction magazines, many in FULL COLOUR, are now available to download from our completely secure website. You will see the closed padlock symbol on the left of your browser index line which has the website address. This means that tgfiction.co.uk is a SECURE SSL website.

Your confidentiality and security are our first priority - you can be confident to order from our website without any worry. 

Forced Feminisation Volume 1

 

 

Thursday, 21 July 2022

Still so happy to be a real girl and I'm back for 2022 and yes, I'll be doing some new mtf photo captions soon...

I have been "away with the fairies" for a couple of years, due to Covid, Brexit, moving house three times, and loads of other stuff that has been keeping me busy. Not least I have been very busy on Twitter, where I now have over 10.2k followers. A lot of what I tweet is political. Let's just say I was not overly keen on the UK Westminster Government led by #JohnsonTheLiar, who is soon to be replaced by a new Tory leader and Prime Minister, without any of we voters having any say in it. If you are a Conservative voter, my tweets are probably not for you!

I find it particularly distressing that trans women have currently become subject to a lot of abuse and unpleasantness from the right-wing of the Conservative Party and the mainstream media, particularly in papers like the Daily Mail, Sun and Express. They are egged on in this discrimination against trans people by a tiny minority of TERFs and so-called "celebrities" such as J.K. Rowling, Graham Linehan and a breakaway transphobic LGB group without the T. All very upsetting.

But let's  not dwell on these matters. Much progress in general has been made by trans and non-binary people in recent years, and we are much more "present" and accepted in society and culture by folk who make up the vast majority of the population. So stuff the bigots.

Tuesday, 23 June 2020

Look what you did to me, mom - turned me into a girl because mother wanted daughter





Now I'm a complete girl


Husband into maid


Still so happy to be a real girl now! I'm back for 2022 and yes, I'll be doing some new mtf photo captions soon...


Hello girls.  Yes, I'm back for 2020! Here is a delicious new photo caption for you - don't you all wish you were her! Well you could be - what's stopping you?  I did it myself and enjoy being a complete girl now just like this.  Having boobs and a smooth pantie-crotch is divine! I still can't believe I went the whole way!  

It was all thanks to my wife, who encouraged me all the way.  She wasn't very pleased at first when she discovered I was taking female hormones, which I was buying from the Internet, so she persuaded me to go to our local NHS Gender Clinic, in Nottingham, England, where they were in no doubt that I was transgender and they soon put me on an estrogen prescription on the NHS (one of the advantages of living in the UK). 

 I then had  my facial feminisation surery in Marbella, Spain, with the Facial Group.  My wife went with me and enjoyed a free holiday, while I ws undergoing the surgery.  Having got to that stage, I of course went full time as a girl, dressing and living as a girl all the time. 

Finally, I had to make the big decision - whether to go for the gender reassignment surgery as well.  My wife encouraged me, so I had my SRS in a private clinic in Brighton, England.  So now I am a REAL GIRL forever! It's glorious! I love it!  No going back - ever!  

This is ALL TRUE, exactly as it happened, and this is the REAL ME as I look now:

Wednesday, 23 January 2019

FFG Transgender Ilustrated Fantasy Fiction Magazines

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How Stephen became Stephanie

If you enjoy my transgender fantasy caption art and stories, you will certainly love my book of classic transgender fantasy stories, available from Amazon:

How Stephen became Stephanie and other Transgender Tales
Click cover above for Kindle version



Reviews on Amazon

This book is a collection of beautifully written stories exploring transgender themes. Here you can read the fictional accounts of 'boy meets girl and boy wants to become girl and find true happiness and fulfilment. Then sheer pleasure as you are transported to the primeval forests of thirteen hundred years ago in 'The Lady of the Lake'. Then hold onto your seats, just try 'Virtual Reality Woman' which takes you to another dimension. All the stories are set in a variety of situations and the descriptions give real focus and depth. I would recommend this amazing book to anyone trans, also partners, wives or friends who would enjoy these stories.

A very nice variety of stories. The writer has a very human view on gender transition and the cover picture is fascinating. Loved everything in that book.

I have bought this book for my 17 year old son who recently told me that he was a transgender and has hidden it until now. This book looks great and I hope he finds comfort with it. I love Transgender people, they are normal just like me and I have a lot of respect for them. This book looks very good. :)

Interesting reading

Husband to Housewife


Husband to housewife

A true story.

My wife Belinda has a very high-powered job on the trading floor in the City of London.  She dresses for work in beautifully tailored, very expensive power suits – usually a pant suit but sometimes a skirt suit.  She pays £500 for designer high heels and £480 to have her light brown long bob cut and styled regularly at a top London hairdresser near her office building.  She can afford it.  Belinda is paid a lot of money but works very long hours.  She is on the trading floor before 7:00 am most mornings, and often needs to go out and socialise with clients until late in the evening.  Her clients are billionaires and require a personal service in the handling of their very large share portfolios.
As a primary school teacher, I naturally get paid far less, and with all the government interference in state schools my job was becoming increasingly stressful and less rewarding.  So I guess it was logical that when we had children, I would give up my job, which by that time I loathed, and stay at home to look after the children.

When George and Samantha were babies it was okay, although I did find it embarrassing to go to the mother and baby groups with the young mothers.  When the children got to school age, I began to hate being the only man standing at the school gate waiting for the children to come out.  The expressions of the mothers who I caught staring at me, but who looked away when I met their gaze, ranged from mild puzzlement to open hostility and even disgust.  It was so humiliating.  I didn’t feel like a ‘real man’ any more.

I discussed my problems with Belinda, and she listened sympathetically, but the idea that I could go back to teaching and she would give up her extremely lucrative profession was unthinkable – we simply couldn’t manage without her very generous salary, as we had a huge mortgage on our house in St John’s Wood.

My wife didn’t come up with any practical solutions but suggested that I was run down and maybe vitamin pills would help.  She said she’d get some for me.

It was after taking the pills for about six months that I started to notice the changes.  My breasts seem to be getting enlarged and my nipples were feeling tender, and the distribution of my body fat seemed to be altering. My hips were widening, and I was putting on weight on my thighs.  My wife at first assured me that it was probably just lack of exercise.  I didn’t do much physically beyond ALL the housework, cleaning, doing the shopping and walking twice every day to the school gate.  (Actually, that sounds like quite a lot of exercise and hard work, as many stay-at-home mothers still know.)  She suggested maybe I should take up jogging on join a local gym.  I had no enthusiasm to do either.
Belinda could see how unhappy I was.  Finally, she announced: “I am going to suggest something that might sound silly, but will you give it a try for me?  Let’s call it a sort of experiment.”  She went upstairs and brought down a package tied up in pink wrapping paper and a pink bow. “I want you to go upstairs and put on what’s in the package and also the clothes I have laid out on the bed for you.  I went shopping up Oxford Street in my lunch break.”

I took the package and went upstairs to our bedroom.  On the bed were laid out a black mini skirt and a cream silk blouse, and a pair of sheer black tights.  I opened the package. Inside I found a pair of black lacy panties and a matching bra. I looked and looked at the female clothing in astonishment.  What on earth was Belinda playing at?  I sat on the bed and burst into tears. 

Belinda came into the bedroom, sat down next to me, putting her arm round my shoulders. 
“Come on, love, this is just something I want you to try.  Let me help you.”  I undressed and Belinda helped me into the bra and did it up at the back for me.  My new breasts seemed to fit snugly into the bra cups.  I slid the silk panties up my legs and rolled on the tights, after my wife had explained how to do it, then stepped into the mini skirt, put on the blouse, and she helped me do up the buttons, as my fingers felt clumsy.  Belinda sprayed some of her Dior scent behind my ears, then went to the wardrobe and produced a pair of Jimmy Choo black high-heeled court shoes.

“Sit down on the dressing table stool, love,” coaxed my wife, tapping the fluffy faux fur top of the stool with her hand.  She combed back my hair, which had grown quite long, as I hadn’t had time to get it cut for quite a while. She put it into a pony tail with a black elastic scrunchie. “I’m going to make up your face,” she said.  She explained what she was doing, applying foundation, eye makeup to my lids, and outlining my eyes with a black pencil.  “This is called kohl, it’s an eyeliner,” she said. She applied mascara to my lashes and lipstick in a shade of lustrous red to my lips and completed my makeup with a touch of blusher to my cheeks. Then she removed the scrunchie and brushed out my blonde hair, which had grown to near shoulder-length.

“Slip on the shoes,” she said. I put on the black stiletto court shoes.  It felt very strange, wearing high heels.  Belinda opened the wardrobe door, which had a full length mirror on the inside. “Have a look,” she said. I stood in front of the mirror, and saw an attractive blonde woman looking back at me.



“What have you done to me?”  I felt tears again brimming in my eyes.  I wasn’t sure whether it was from shame, humiliation – or a strange emotion I couldn’t clearly identify.  Was I a bit turned on and at the same time almost grateful for what my wife had done to me?  How could that be? I was a man, wasn’t I?

“What do you think of yourself, dressed like this?  You make a very pretty girl!”

I didn’t know how to respond. I felt confused but also strangely  - excited? I was reluctant to admit it to myself, as if I had crossed some forbidden barrier that should not, ever, be opened to those born into the male sex.

“Stay like it for now, love.  Come downstairs and let’s watch something on Netflix.”  I found it quite hard to go down the stairs in high heels, but managed it somehow without falling headlong. 

I sat down on the sofa and looked down at my nylon-clad legs in the mini skirt. 

“Can I do your nails?” Belinda asked.  Before I could reply, she produced some red nail varnish from her handbag, took my hand, and proceeded to paint my nails.

We watched a science fiction film, then went up to bed.  On the bed there was a baby-doll nightie of burgundy silk. “That’s for you tonight,” she said.  “Will you put it on for me?”

We had the best sex that night for a long time. Gentle, passionate. We both orgasmed repeatedly. 

The next morning was Saturday.  We took the children for a sleepover at grandma’s. Belinda announced: “We’re going shopping.  Will you wear again the mini skirt and blouse?”
I’ll look ridiculous. Everyone will know I’m a man.”
“I don’t think so – you pass very well as a woman.  No-one will think anything other than that you are a very attractive woman.”

“I don’t know - ”
“Try it, for me.”

So off we went to Covent Garden, where we had a coffee in one of the up-market coffee shops.  “To give you confidence,” Belinda explained. Then we hit Oxford Street and the stores.  Belinda helped choose skirts, dresses, shoes, lacy underwear, including even a silky suspender belt and sheer stockings; more nighties, coats, handbags – a complete female wardrobe - for me.  I even went in the ladies’ changing rooms to try on some of the clothing for size. The shop assistant who gave me a token for the number of items I was trying on did not give me a second look.

After our shopping, we went for a drink and something to eat in Blame Gloria, a swanky basement cocktail bar. Belinda looked across the table at me, as we drank Porn Star martinis.

“Would you like to stay like this forever – be my girl?” 
I didn’t reply. 

I gulped down a lump of the ice and used the straw to suck up a big slug of my drink, feeling immediately the heady hit of the vanilla-infused Eristoff vodka and passion fruit liqueur.

When the children came back from grandma’s on Sunday, I was still fully dressed as a woman.  Belinda brought me into the living room.  George and Samantha stared at me in amazement. 

“This is your new Pa,” my wife explained – “she’s no longer called Alan.  Her name is Alice now, but she is still your father, and you can still call her Pa – or Alice, if you prefer.  She is going to be a woman from now on.”

That’s news to me, I thought.

It is amazing how accepting children of nine and seven can be.  It is amazing how accepting I was.
“Okay,” said George.

“No problem,” said Samantha, with all the maturity of a confident nine year old.  “We know all about transgender people. There’s a trans boy in my class, who always come to school dressed as a girl. Her name is Kylie. She has long hair and plays with me and the other girls on the playground. “

“Can we go and play on the X-Box now?” asked George.
The kids hurried off into the study to play on the X-Box.

“I don’t remember saying I was agreeing to be a woman from now on,” I said.
“I love you more than ever as a woman,” replied my Belinda. “Give it a go for me, love. There’s some advantages, you know.  For one thing it will be much easier for you, standing with the other women at the school gate, for example. And it will be much easier for me to have a wife to take care of things at home, as I work such long hours.”

Well reader, you have probably guessed the rest. Belinda took me to Marbella to have facial feminisation surgery.  Dr. Luis Capital and Dr. Daniel Simon performed the feminine brow sculpturing, lip lift, and liposuction under my jaw, while a German plastic surgeon whose name I forget carried out my nose job. The nurses at the Marbella clinic were wonderful, and I was also looked after by Lilia Koss, a very friendly and supportive American lady who worked as English-speaking liaison for the Facial Team.  Lilia was married to a Spanish guy. They lived in a little Andalusian village a few miles from Marbella.

After the FFS there was no turning back. I continued with the female hormones (I had already guessed they weren’t ‘vitamins’).  My wife urged me to complete my feminisation.  She persuaded me to visit our GP, who referred me to the NHS Gender Identity Service at Charing Cross Hospital.  

I arrived at the first meeting fully dressed as a woman (I had been living full time as a woman for over nine months), so it was no surprise that I was diagnosed as having gender dysphoria. They assumed I would continue with the female hormone treatment, prescribing Estradiol – 4 mg a day – which was free on the NHS, although we could have afforded to pay for it privately of course.  

It was understood that there was no doubt that I would proceed to full sex reassignment surgery.  I didn’t seem to have much say in it - I just went along with it all. I concluded that as my wife had been able to feminise me so easily, I really must have gender dysphoria, although it's not a term I care for much. I must have wanted to change my gender, deep down.  The subconscious is a funny thing.  Sometimes we don’t even recognise our own deepest yearnings.  Had I always wanted to be a girl?  Did the fact that my mother had sometimes dressed me up in my sister’s clothes have anything to do with it or was I born this way?  Who knows? 



So, I accepted my fate.  I went down to the private Nuffield Health Hospital in Brighton, and stayed there for ten days, to have the sex reassignment (or gender reassignment – or ‘gender confirmation’) surgery.  (I never know whether it is correct to call it SRS or GRS or ‘Gender Confirmation Surgery’, as they seem to prefer in the U.S.)  The surgeon was one of the top U.K. consultants for sex change surgery – Mr. Thomas.  He was very kind, as were the nurses.  Of course I had to wear a catheter for the first five day after the surgery, then the day came for the plaster bandage to be removed. 

“There we are dear,” announced the nurse, ‘you’re a girl!”  The nurse was called Tracey, a pretty, slightly over-weight, brunette girl who had been caring for sex reassignment cases for several years. The catheter was removed and I peed for the first time sitting down.  “That’s the way you will always be peeing in future!” announced Tracey, with something akin to glee.

Belinda and the children stayed in a hotel nearby and came to visit every day. Unusually in view of her high-powered job, my wife had taken time off to be with me while I was undergoing the surgery.
I was naturally a bit sore ‘down below’ for several weeks, but it was surprising how fast things heeled up and looked ‘normal’ down there.  After three months, you really wouldn’t have been able to tell my new vagina from any other woman’s.

Belinda delighted in seeing me in my panties and bra when I was getting dressed, particularly how femininely smooth and flat my crotch looked now, and how well my boobs had come on, although she still urged me to have implants to make my chest a bit bigger. Eventually I gave in and now can easily fill a D-cup.

Well dear reader, that’s the end of this part of my story.  

I am not sure why you are reading this, which is all true, and as it happened. Perhaps you are a poor male who wishes it could happen to him?  Even without a beautiful wife like Belinda to feminise you completely, it can still happen to you if you really want it enough.  

Do you? 

© 2019 Amber Goth & Kate Lesley

(Some of my readers may be wondering - did this really happen?  Yes, it did.  Most of it, and particularly the details of the facial feminisation surgery, sex change surgery, female hormone treatment - I have personal experience of - it really happened to me.)

If you enjoyed this story, you will certainly love my book of classic transgender fantasy stories, available from Amazon:


How Stephen became Stephanie and other Transgender Tales
Click cover above for Kindle version





Reviews on Amazon


best trans fiction ever 
This book is a collection of beautifully written stories exploring transgender themes. Here you can read the fictional accounts of 'boy meets girl and boy wants to become girl and find true happiness and fulfilment. Then sheer pleasure as you are transported to the primeval forests of thirteen hundred years ago in 'The Lady of the Lake'. Then hold onto your seats, just try 'Virtual Reality Woman' which takes you to another dimension. All the stories are set in a variety of situations and the descriptions give real focus and depth. I would recommend this amazing book to anyone trans, also partners, wives or friends who would enjoy these stories.

A very nice variety of stories. The writer has a very human view on gender transition and the cover picture is fascinating. Loved everything in that book.

I have bought this book for my 17 year old son who recently told me that he was a transgender and has hidden it until now. This book looks great and I hope he finds comfort with it. I love Transgender people, they are normal just like me and I have a lot of respect for them. This book looks very good. :)

Interesting reading

If you would like to read these original stories, illustrated with breathtaking colour photos and artwork, you can download the original classic FFG Transgender magazines:  http://www.tgfiction.co.uk/










Sunday, 20 January 2019

Jack to Jacqui



"I am so happy I feminised my husband completely. Jack was a macho bully as a man, but Jacqui is a lovely woman who does whatever I say, and there can be no going back to her old self, after all the female hormones, dieting, facial feminisation surgery and sex reassignment surgery.  No-one would imagine she used to be a New York Giants quarterback!"

Jacqui is entered for the Feminised Husbands Pageant 2019 - will she win it and go on a world tour as the beautiful woman she has become?

Yes folks, Amber Goth is finally back in 2019 with a new Transgender Photo Caption!