u/therealmelive

The first few minutes are sheer panic. I can feel the saltwater stinging against the scrapes on my legs, and it takes a couple of moments of pulling myself up off the beach to realize that im mostly unhurt. My clothes are in tatters, but that’s not a big deal right now. I start walking up the beach, calling out to see if anyone else has washed up, any signs of life at all.

You were up the beach a ways from me, still out as I ran over to you and started trying wake you, terrified I had just found a dead body. But slowly, you came to. The co-pilot, who seemingly had thought about these things before. As you gathered yourself, you told me what had to be done. Shelter. Supplies. Signaling. I nodded my head as you got to your feet, deciding based on our size difference that you needed to build the shelter while I brought stuff up from the beach.

There wasn’t a lot to bring up that hadn’t been ruined by the storm. A few suitcases, some sealed containers that said things like first aid and food on them, and tons of floating sea cushions that I figured could be the floor to our temporary home. As the sun began to set, I finished bringing stuff up, and helped you finish the shelter some.

We both sat down on the cushions. I pulled a suitcase over to me, ready to start drying some clothes to get ready for the night, knowing I couldn’t keep wearing what I had on. The suitcase I first opened was clearly for a man. The clothes would be massive on me, so I happily passed you the case.

And then I pulled up the next one. A lavender one, but I didn’t thinking much of it. Until I opened it, and it was a girls suitcase. I rifled through it, but it was all girly clothes. I looked over at you giggling, which made me blush. I closed the suitcase and went to check the others.

One by one. More women’s clothes. Another one for a man much bigger than me. One with kids clothes. Nothing for a guy built like me. I blushed as I came back to the first suitcase, the only one with anything that fit. I couldn’t believe it. I had tried to avoid it. But after years of denial, I didn’t have a choice.

Bikinis. Yoga pants. Cute sundresses. Panties. I, a pastors son, so deep in the closet I was searching for narnia, didn’t have a choice. I was going to have to dress as a girl. As I lifted a bright pink tanktop out, I looked at you. Your face curled up in a big grin. Almost perverse.

“Well… try it on.” My legs quaked. Not just from what you said, but how you said it. Like you were going to enjoy this for much more than the shame it caused me.

——-

Sorry that went so long, but I wanted to give you a good base for the idea. We both know what happens next. Once I look like a girl, you’re going to treat me like a girl. And yeah, I’m going to pretend not to like it at first. But as the night goes on, and you keep trying, we both know what’s going to happen, and how those cute pink panties will look pulled to the side of my cheeks so you can show me what womanhood is all about. Would love to play this long term, including a rescue.

Kinks: feminization, size difference, dirty talk, rough sex, public play, outfits, painal, spanking, cuddling, kissing, cumplay, big strong men that like being called daddy.

Limits: toilet play, underage, animals, bad smells.

The first few minutes are sheer panic. I can feel the saltwater stinging against the scrapes on my legs, and it takes a couple of moments of pulling myself up off the beach to realize that im mostly unhurt. My clothes are in tatters, but that’s not a big deal right now. I start walking up the beach, calling out to see if anyone else has washed up, any signs of life at all.

You were up the beach a ways from me, still out as I ran over to you and started trying wake you, terrified I had just found a dead body. But slowly, you came to. The co-pilot, who seemingly had thought about these things before. As you gathered yourself, you told me what had to be done. Shelter. Supplies. Signaling. I nodded my head as you got to your feet, deciding based on our size difference that you needed to build the shelter while I brought stuff up from the beach.

There wasn’t a lot to bring up that hadn’t been ruined by the storm. A few suitcases, some sealed containers that said things like first aid and food on them, and tons of floating sea cushions that I figured could be the floor to our temporary home. As the sun began to set, I finished bringing stuff up, and helped you finish the shelter some.

We both sat down on the cushions. I pulled a suitcase over to me, ready to start drying some clothes to get ready for the night, knowing I couldn’t keep wearing what I had on. The suitcase I first opened was clearly for a man. The clothes would be massive on me, so I happily passed you the case.

And then I pulled up the next one. A lavender one, but I didn’t thinking much of it. Until I opened it, and it was a girls suitcase. I rifled through it, but it was all girly clothes. I looked over at you giggling, which made me blush. I closed the suitcase and went to check the others.

One by one. More women’s clothes. Another one for a man much bigger than me. One with kids clothes. Nothing for a guy built like me. I blushed as I came back to the first suitcase, the only one with anything that fit. I couldn’t believe it. I had tried to avoid it. But after years of denial, I didn’t have a choice.

Bikinis. Yoga pants. Cute sundresses. Panties. I, a pastors son, so deep in the closet I was searching for narnia, didn’t have a choice. I was going to have to dress as a girl. As I lifted a bright pink tanktop out, I looked at you. Your face curled up in a big grin. Almost perverse.

“Well… try it on.” My legs quaked. Not just from what you said, but how you said it. Like you were going to enjoy this for much more than the shame it caused me.

——-

Sorry that went so long, but I wanted to give you a good base for the idea. We both know what happens next. Once I look like a girl, you’re going to treat me like a girl. And yeah, I’m going to pretend not to like it at first. But as the night goes on, and you keep trying, we both know what’s going to happen, and how those cute pink panties will look pulled to the side of my cheeks so you can show me what womanhood is all about. Would love to play this long term, including a rescue.

Kinks: feminization, size difference, dirty talk, rough sex, public play, outfits, painal, spanking, cuddling, kissing, cumplay, big strong men that like being called daddy.

Limits: toilet play, underage, animals, bad smells.