Diary: Stages

The stages:

1. awareness: subject becomes aware that some men wear women's clothing for a sexual kick
   
   • - understands that it's not just for fags
2. awakening: subject understands the erotic appeal
   
   • understands the inherent femininity of women's underwear, skirts, bathing suits, etc.
   • feels a slight flush of curiosity about bondage scenarios with forced feminization, and what it would do to a man
3. experimentation: subject is curious enough to try for himself
   
   • tries on some fetish (stockings, underwear, bathing suit, whatever) either by "force" (visit to a dominatrix) or out of boredom, and fulfills himself sexually with it
     
4. humiliation: subject begins to worry that his experiments are destroying his manhood
   
   • as experimentation repeats, and becomes a habit, our subject denies himself as much as possible
   • rationalizes by saying he likes the feel of tight silk against his crotch, that it has nothing to do with panties being feminine
5. escalation: subject tries on skankier and skankier clothes, as his humiliation drives his desire (this may require more explanation)
   
   • prolonged privation leads to exponentially increased desire: the longer he goes without wearing panties (or whatever), the more extreme his fantasies become.
     This is absolutely key: his fantasies from the beginning are about becoming feminine, but he's hardly even aware of it.  It drives his first fantasies, but doesn't fully enter his consciousness, because he's rationalizing it.  As he denies himself, the fantasies, unfulfilled, have more time to develop, and creep more into his conscious mind.  When he eventually gives in to his irrational desires, mere panties aren't good enough: in his fantasies, he's becoming completely female, and so he wants his reality to come closer to his overwhelming fantasy.  He gets himself a bra, and is shocked at how it magnifies his climax.  It also magnifies his shame, and leads him to deny himself again.  This in turn leads to even more outrageous fantasies, which he eventually fulfills by wearing something even more feminine.  Before he knows it, he's wearing lingerie, stockings, heels, makeup, etc. and hating himself more and more for it.
   • "I'm not gay"
   • subject is in denial about his secret cocksucking fantasies
   • subject invariably feels deep shame when he comes, and when not under the grip of his fantasies, wants to abandon them (which makes them so much more potent)
     
6. capitulation: subject accepts and understands that he now wants to be a girl (still privately)
   
   • accepts that he dresses up because he wants to be feminine
   • unabashedly fantasizes about sucking cock
7. exhibition: subject comes out of closet
   
   • everything was hidden up to now.
   • wears at least something feminine at all times
   • strives to go out in drag, hoping to pass
   • parties at gay bars, trolling for cock
   • gets fucked by men
8. transformation: subject strives to physically become a woman through surgery, hormones, etc.
   
• ultimate fulfillment: growing boobs, having vaginoplasty, feeling a cock pump giz into neovagina

Fiction: How I Turned Into a Girl

1. Started off as normal hetero bachelor.  No girlfriend.  Suspicious ex.
2. Start going to the gym because ex humiliated me about my body.
3. Notice a few little physical things (less body hair, softer build, sensitive nipples)
4. Fag fantasies
5. Begin to suspect that I’m slowly turning into a girl.  At this point I can still reverse the process, if I can figure out what’s causing it.
6. I put the pieces of the puzzle together bit by bit
7. I think about what I’m becoming.  In some ways I’m afraid, but in others I’m excited.  I buy a sports bra, ostensibly because I want to hold down my budding titties, but also because I know how cool it looks on girls and I want to look cool too.
8. I buy another bra, but this one’s frilly and lacy.   I can’t wear the same one every day, can I?  To avoid suspicion, I buy matching panties and pretend they’re for a girlfriend.
9. Meanwhile, I pretty well figure out what’s happening.  I do nothing to stop it.  I pretend that I want to stop it.
10. I embrace my new femininity.

I know it’s unbelievable, because nobody believes me.  I don’t even believe it.  The trouble is that it’s a fait accompli.  There’s no denying that it happened.  This is how I remember it.

I was a normal heterosexual male bachelor.  I wasn’t even very promiscuous.  I tended to have long-term relationships with women who eventually got sick of me and dumped me.  I would settle into long gaps between relationships when I would refuse to have anything to do with women.  I preferred to be alone.  I only started to notice changes several months after breaking up with A__.  We had been dating for about two and a half years. 

I was always very slim.  I never exercised much, so my physique wasn’t muscular.  Don’t get me wrong: I was still pretty masculine.  I still have broad shoulders, and big hands and feet.  I’m just saying that I was no muscleman.  In fact, that was one reason why A__ left me.  It stung me so much when she told me that, that I started working out half-heartedly to try to beef up, even though it was already over.  I didn’t want that to get in the way of a relationship ever again. 

Anyway, I preened myself in the mirror at this time, deluding myself into thinking that I would get big and muscular.  It seemed that my exercise had no effect.  In fact, I looked even softer than I had before I started.  It was very subtle.  The only area that seemed to be getting bigger was my pectorals, but they looked soft and roundish, not hard and square like they’re supposed to.  I was disappointed by this discovery, but resolved to work even harder to become buff.

At the gym, I kept my eye on the men for tips on what kinds of exercise I should be doing, how many sets, how many repetitions, and so on.  Mostly, I checked out the women, watching lecherously as their lithe bodies sweated and strained erotically beneath their form-fitting leotards.  At least, that’s the way it was at first.  I thought I was becoming envious of my male gym buddies.  Or maybe I thought I was becoming awed by them.  I became troublingly obsessed with their bodies.  Actually, it only became troubling when I started dreaming about them. 

Homoerotic dreams are quite commonplace.  However, I had never experienced them with as much frequency as I had lately.  I tried to convince myself that it was only temporary, that I was confused because of my recent break-up.  I tried to concentrate all of my erotic energy towards thoughts of women.  My memories of fucking A__ kept me straight, so to speak, even though they were sometimes painful.

Things gradually worsened.  I noticed that I needed to shave less often.  Even my body hair seemed more sparse.  And still, my body would not become muscular.  My pecs continued to grow slightly, almost imperceptibly.  But they were still soft and round.  They did not harden when I flexed.  I know because I squeezed each while I flexed to inspect them.  I could have sworn then that my nipples looked larger.  They were certainly more sensitive.

Soon, people at the gym began asking me why I shave my legs.  I had to try to persuade them that I never did, that I didn’t know what they were talking about.  And it was true.  My legs weren’t hairless, but they were pretty damned close.  And I hadn’t done anything to them!  Worse, I became self-conscious of my pecs.  I thought they looked ridiculous, and I didn’t want any of the men to laugh at me.  I blushed whenever I saw them.  Frighteningly, my dreams about them became more frequent still, and started catching myself fantasizing about them.  I imagined them sucking my sensitive nipples.

The more I looked at myself in the mirror, the more evident it became: I was growing tits!  And they were becoming more and more noticeable.  How could any girl ever find me attractive now?  I was devastated.  There was no way to escape the truth.  I was not hallucinating.  I was not dreaming.  I couldn’t understand what was happening to me.

Clearly, something strange was afoot.  First things first, though, I had to do something about my chest.  My budding breasts were beginning to bounce when I jogged.  I had to do something to keep them down, but without making it too obvious.  First, I tried taping them down, but it was getting wasteful.  Wearing a tight shirt made them stick out so much that they were actually accentuated.  They even turned me on, they looked so feminine (Yes, I still had some heterosexual urges at that point).  I had to wear loose shirts to the gym, and had to make sure that no one saw me bare-chested.  Even that brought me some pretty strange looks from both men and women.

I had to face the reality of my situation: I needed a bra.  I still clung stubbornly to my manhood.  I bought the plainest, least sexy sports bra I could find.  It wasn’t exactly manly, but at least it wasn’t frilly and lacy or flowery.  It was just plain black.  I was so embarrassed when I bought it.  The sales clerk asked me if I wanted the matching shorts.  I felt my face flush.  She knew I was buying it for myself.  I made a point of not changing at the gym anymore, even though I was so sweaty.  I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone seeing me wearing a bra.  And with my tits, it didn’t look like anything else.  I posed girlishly a few times, because my chest looked so sexy.  I must admit that even then I didn’t entirely dislike them. 

So why was I turning into a girl?  Physically and psychologically, I was getting more and more feminine.  I fantasized about men more than women.  I lost my body hair, had tits, and seemed to be getting softer all over.  I had to find a way to reverse the process while I still could.  How could I face my friends?  How could I ever pick up another girl?

I scoured my entire apartment for clues.  I found nothing out of the ordinary.  Then it occurred to me that my tap water tasted a little funny lately.  I checked the outside plumbing and found some kind of extra pipe on my water meter.  Was somebody pumping something into my water?  I vowed to keep watch over my water meter, to see if anyone ever tampered with it.

Meanwhile, I had to stop going to the gym.  My femininity was starting to show far too much.  I could barely even hide it under my work clothes.  I found myself leering at men.  I began to preen to the mirror as a woman.  I tucked my dick between my legs and pretended to be female.  I stopped shaving my face (or even needing to) and started shaving my legs and my armpits.  Finally, I caved in to the temptation and bought myself a prettier bra.  Then I realized that it would look much prettier with matching panties.  Pretty soon, my underwear drawer overflowed with lingerie.  I looked gorgeous in my new underwear.  It seemed to fit so much better, and highlight all my feminine parts.  At first this was a guilty pleasure, but it soon became routine.  Women’s underwear is so cool.  I began to look forward to coming home from work, so that I could fondle my sexy undies.

When I finally confronted the water meter man, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to give up being a girl.  I asked him meekly if he could look into it, and hoped that he wouldn’t so that I could continue my metamorphosis.

Fiction: The Ultimate Fantasy

At last, the ultimate fantasy.

First, a listing of the most important moments in my feminine life, in chronological order, for possible use in this ultimate fantasy:

1. 5 years old: Wearing girls’ white pantyhose for a Kindergarten pantomime, and asking Mom and Dad that night if I could wear them to bed.
2. Around 10: borrowing Mom’s pantyhose for the first time (and wearing it over my underwear)
3. Around 12: stealing Mom’s newer bathing suit, and daring to put it on without wearing my underwear underneath, because I couldn't resist (I tried so hard!) recklessly abandoning myself to the raw femininity
4. Around 14: stealing a friend's sister's bikini bottom, and wearing it almost every night. It was by far the sexiest thing I'd ever worn to that point, and I regretted not having the matching bra
5. Around 15: Mom finding my stash of her clothes under my bed (but thankfully not finding that white bathing suit from number 3)
6. Around 19: after years and years of shame, I start my journal and admit to myself that I love girlifying myself more than anything in the whole wide world
7. Just before Xmas, 1995 (21): buying a lingerie outfit consisting of a white satin teddy, white fishnet stockings, and a garter belt, and shaving my legs to better appreciate it

This story has potential richness beyond anything I’ve ever conceived before, and it’s born from the current evolution of my fantasy.

It’s about a boy who discovers his feminine side much like I did. The twist: he actually is some sort of hermaphrodite, and every time he thinks like a girl (that is, every time he wears women’s clothes for a sexual kick) his female hormones kick in. This results in an extremely gradual girlification process. By early puberty, a vaginal opening begins to appear, little by little, and fade away after a rest. He knows that his habit is turning him into a girl, and he’s both horribly afraid and ecstatic. He can’t resist, try as he might. Eventually, his testicles begin to disappear into his ever growing hole when he indulges, and his penis actually shrinks; his chest swells ever so slightly. Some of the cumulative effects aren’t subsiding: his hole doesn’t fully close anymore after he’s done; he becomes concerned about the fat distribution on his body, his loss of body hair. He also begins to cultivate his hair for when he does indulge, guiltily, so that he feels more like a girl. By the end of high school, he becomes female when he fulfills his fantasies of wearing girls’ swimwear and lingerie: his balls get sucked right up into his vaginal opening, and his penis recedes until it becomes practically a clitoris; his waist actually shrinks, his hips expand, his voice goes up an octave, some of his body hair falls out, and he grows sensitive boobs. He becomes extremely feminine, and absolutely loves it. Of course, this is problematic: he tries hard to maintain his image as a boy, but he can’t be naked in front of other boys, for fear that they might see his growing cunt and shrinking penis. He can’t have sex with girls, whom he adores. He avoids medical checkups. All the things that happened to me happen to him, only he gets to actually become a girl when he fantasizes. As he becomes an adult, he reaches a point where he must choose his gender. He endures all sorts of mishaps from remaining female longer than expected. Eventually, of course, he realizes that his sexual fun is always as a girl, so he experiments with going all out. He’s ugly at first, so he gives up. He tries several times, and gives up each time. But the improvements are never fully reverting back to manhood. He becomes innately more female every day, because he so desperately loves to indulge his fantasy. It’s like he’s taking hormone treatments. Eventually, he has sex with a man while he’s a girl, and can’t get enough.

Diary: Re-Over-Thinking the Massive Forced Feminization Saga

I think I’ve got the right spin on the mega-story now.

Clearly, it’s too cold now as it stands.  I am missing the accusatory aspect, and I am also missing the element of decision.  It seems that far too many of my candidates are much too willing, and have very little surprise in store.  Also, the first grade courses are far too general.  I think now that all our candidates must begin in Grade 1, and move through the ranks accordingly.

Most importantly, I have isolated what I think is the key turning point in a man’s thought on his way to becoming a woman.  The programme must therefore change its focus slightly, and become more covert about its ultimate goal.  The only thing left is finding a reason for all these men to be in this situation.  All I can think of is prison, and a psycho-social experiment that they each volunteer to participate in to reduce their jail time – or perhaps an alternative sentence.  They can have no idea what the end goal is, but they are all carefully screened and enlisted in the scientific way I have described above.  

Thus the course begins as an exercise in defining female beauty.  All of the men are asked to scour girlie magazines, the internet, or anything at all to find materials upon which to base their study.  They all participate with great enthusiasm to this initial exercise, without knowing the ulterior motive: each man will be subtly encouraged to emulate his paragon of femininity.  It’s a twist on the story of the man who so admired Elle MacPherson’s beauty that he moulded himself in her image.  Here we will have 125 men all choosing an ideal, and finally becoming it.

Grade 1’s goal therefore changes, although the rating system remains intact.  Rather than embarking on some poorly defined, vaguely feminist quest for sympathy for women, first graders will establish their own explicit model of femininity, and begin to worship it.  When they exhibit evidence of having grasped the idea that their servility to it proves its potency as a controlling influence on not only them, but all men, they graduate to Grade 2.  In other words, when they admit that girls rule, they move on.

This becomes the seed for the rest of the course.  They will go on to learn the same things originally scheduled for Grade 2, but in the same ulterior context as Grade 1.  This time, they will focus heavily on all the aspects of their ideals that make them so powerful.  They will not necessarily explore any reason to explain how it affects them so much, but will focus only on identifying and admiring in close detail the exact characteristics of femininity that drive them so crazy.  Inevitably, this will lead to curves, textures, and clothing.

Grade 2 will also be far more maddening, as each participant will be teamed up with an outrageously gorgeous woman who closely matches his ideal.  This woman will actually live in the same cell, and will possess an entire wardrobe of insanely sexy undergarments and evening wear.  The men will continue to wear their prison jumpsuits, but must watch helpless as a living paragon of womanhood dresses and undresses before them, and provides flesh and blood work materials with which to enrich classroom discussions. 

The beauty of this approach is the new method for grading.  No longer will each participant be required to use his newly acquired knowledge of women’s wear to somehow plan a shopping trip for his own feminine wardrobe – an impossible event to justify both in terms of character development and plausibility – but he will now be monitored closely for any signs that he wants to wield the power that he worships.  To graduate to Grade 3, each man must voluntarily put on an article of his cellmate’s clothing for the purpose of making himself feminine.  It is entirely up to each man to show when he wants to graduate.  Of course, he will invariably do it in secret, so he will be monitored without his knowledge.  The moment of graduation will be his first willing and independent foray into his cellmate’s wardrobe, secret or not.  This will signify that he has chosen to at least experiment with becoming feminine.  He will be allowed, in some cases, to experiment for some time before his cellmate confronts him.  That moment will be his graduation.

Imagine the many scenarios: Cellmate barges in on him while he preens in her garter belt and stockings; Cellmate confronts him about stains on belly of her bathing suit, and browbeats him into admitting his crime in a Cinderella-like scenario where he must try it on to prove the innocence he proclaims; he is forced to wear Cellmate’s clothes against his will, because he just doesn’t get it, and he resists bitterly until he realizes how kinky it is and how desperately he looks forward to it, at which point he begins experimenting on his own; man shamelessly asks cellmate to borrow her clothes, and parades around in front of her in them.  The best part is that it varies wildly depending on the rating of each man!  There’s a different story for each one, and each one must ultimately show how a participant chooses to effeminate himself.

The cellmate must cajole her candidate after catching him flagrantly in the act.  She can be angry, supportive, indifferent, embarrassed, or any combination thereof, as long as she understands that the goal is to grant him some portion of her wardrobe for his secret pleasure.  She must promise him to keep his secret, yet allow him to continue his exploration of femininity.  This can go on for an extended period of time.  The candidate only graduates when he deliberately and without coercion reveals his femininity in public.  

Public femininity must, of course, have severe consequences.  Grade 4 students will have their entire wardrobes permanently replaced with those of their female cellmates.  Whether they are comfortable in their new clothes or not makes no difference.  They have already chosen, and must now actively pursue feminine roles, in public.  Since the original plot had participants either buying their own wardrobes or somehow being granted them, it missed the opportunity to expound on the discovery of new ways to become feminine.  Now, each man makes the choice, on his own, to pursue womanhood.  Because his choice involves the clothes of his avatar cellmate goddess, who wears only the things that drive him most crazy, she relinquishes her wardrobe to him at the moment of his graduation.  From then on, the only clothes he can wear are hers.  He has her entire collection at his disposal, but nothing the least bit masculine to fall back on.  Best of all, her entire collection was chosen by him to highlight her femininity in Grade 2.  This must be presented to him as both reward and punishment: his indiscretion must bring him acute humiliation; but the punishment also satisfies his wildest desire for feminine power.  He can take this in as many ways as there are participants.  He can either take full advantage of his luck and make himself as pretty and girlish as he can, or he can resist and go naked until he succumbs again and gradually gives in.

Having admitted that girls rule, and that femininity is the most powerful force on earth, each man gradually learns how to wield that power.  This is a finishing school for sissies.  Graduation occurs when our participant actually uses his feminine powers to seduce a real man, and suck his cock and get fucked in the ass by him. 
The fifth and final grade consists of a reminder of one’s innate masculinity, and how far removed each candidate is now that he wears nothing but lingerie and miniskirts, and sucks cock for fun.  He is reminded of his subservience to womanhood, and that the power of girls is such that he has attempted to transform himself wholly into one.  He is mocked and humiliated.  But it’s only a test.  He is hereby led to becoming ultimately female, by exploring options in plastic surgery and hormone therapy.  Again, he must choose his lot.  I can mostly imagine the reluctant ones unable to resist using their feminine powers, even as they refuse to take the extreme measures required to become completely female, until they finally give in.  Again, 125 candidates, 125 scenarios.

This new scenario has far fewer holes in it.  Now each man must make four excruciating choices before becoming a woman.  Each moment of choice should be enough to make it exciting.  Also, the whole story becomes more plausible, and therefore more sexy.

Diary: Feminization Syllabus

Now that my list makes more sense, I only need to come up with the exact syllabus.  

I already have established that there should be five grades, and that these grades are based on the sum of points in the three categories outlined above (I should add that homosexuality should be included in the experience levels, parallel to the instances of crossdressing; such that a man who has just discovered crossdressing is equivalent to one who has made out with a boy, and a man who has worn women’s clothing the requisite number of times is equivalent to one who has been fucked by a boy).  The five grades should follow the progress of the complete rookie all the way to womanhood, following the experience levels.  In other words, each grade should lead up to the next experience level by fulfilling all of the requirements.

Grade 1: For complete newbies.  Gearing men to imagine what it’s like to be women.  Intro to the female way of thinking and behaving.  Mannerisms.  Thought patterns.  Familiarity with articles of clothing.  Fashion.

Grade 2: For those who understand female thinking.  Leads to either crossdressing or homosexuality.  Role playing: acting like a girl.  Takes lessons learned in grade 1 and puts them into practice.  Learn how to please a man, and the essentials of women’s clothes.  Project: a) acquire a wardrobe, starting with underwear; or b) make out with a boy.  Must pass this to make it to Grade 3.

Grade 3: For those with boyfriends or those with wardrobes.  This grade is practical application of lessons learned in Grade 2.  Those who have chosen transvestitism will be introduced to their new wardrobes garment by garment, until they have passed the experience requirement to pass to the next grade.  Those who have chosen homosexuality will begin an intensive sex seminar, where they will learn the sexual secrets of women, and will intensify their relationships with their boyfriends, until they have actually been penetrated.

Grade 4: For those with sufficient clothing experience and those who have lost their virginity.  In this grade, our men having become expert homosexuals or crossdressers, pick up the other discipline; that is, homosexuals acquire wardrobes and learn to wear it, while continuing to have sex with boys; and transvestites learn to seduce boys.  To pass this grade, a man must become officially expert in both disciplines, so that he is wearing strictly women’s clothes and sucking cock and taking it in the ass regularly.

Grade 5: For those who have become female in all but physical characteristics.  These men embark on hormone replacement therapy and plastic surgery.  They participate in a beauty pageant before being granted the privilege of undergoing the final surgery.

Those whose level of participation amounts to zeal are generally overeager to participate in the lessons of the grades above, and will possibly undermine their own progress because of it.  Those who are enthusiastic will be eager, but unwilling to move too fast through the ranks, for fear of missing out on something important.  Those who are passive will follow the syllabus exactly, and do only as they are told.  Those who are reluctant will protest every step, but perform it when threatened with force.  Those who resist will be forced.

The course should last a year.  Each grade should take no more than ten weeks.

After thinking about the requirements for some time, I have decided that transvestitism should be ranked on a breadth of experience with different garments, with a focus, of course, on underwear and swimwear.  I need to finalize my points system before I can adequately issue official requirements.

I think I’m about ready to start.

Also, I think it would be a good idea, given the syllabus I’m coming up with, to track my own experience, and see how many points I get over time.  Should be a fun little project.

Diary: Off the Deep End Overthinking

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Diary: Overthinking the Massive Forced Feminization Story

I have been thinking about this an awful lot.  I have it all figured out now.  It’s very similar to the above, with a few changes.  The three categories remain, but the levels differ slightly.  I arrive at these levels by basing them on responses to questions from a survey.  Here they are first in summary, then each explained in detail:

• Experience (Have you ever wanted to be female?): Introduce, Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, Expert
• Desire (Would you like to be female?): Repulsed, Curious, Indifferent, Willing, Desperate
• Co-operation (If someone were to attempt to make you female, how would you react?): Rebellious, Reluctant, Passive, Enthusiastic, Zealous

Experience

1. Introduce: Has never wanted to be a girl.  Sees women as sex objects, therefore cannot even want to get inside a woman’s head.   
2. Beginner: Has imagined being a girl, but stops short when it gets hot.
3. Intermediate: Has fantasized about being female, perhaps even engaging in some transvestitism once or twice, but still primarily thinks from male perspective.
4. Advanced: Has a persistent fetish for feminization; loves to wear women’s clothes, and does it regularly, but is content being a man
5. Expert: A woman trapped in a man’s body.  Fantasizes daily about being a girl, wears some article of women’s clothing at all times.

Desire

1. Repulsed: Would rather die than become a girl.
2. Curious: Would like to know what it’s like to be a girl, but would definitely want to revert to manhood immediately afterwards.
3. Indifferent: Has no gender preference.  Would be happy either way.
4. Willing: Would happily experience womanhood, and never revert.
5. Desperate: Longs to be a girl.  Would actively seek to become a girl.

Co-operation

1. Rebellious: Refuses to co-operate; force required.
2. Reluctant: Refuse to co-operate until threatened with violence.
3. Passive: Will do exactly as told, without question, but will not volunteer for anything or participate beyond what is required.
4. Enthusiastic: Participates actively, studies, looks ahead.  Willing to learn.
5. Zealous: Participates aggressively, seeking to be the best in the class.

So we can make a questionnaire:

1. What is your sexual orientation? 
a) heterosexual
b) homosexual
c) bisexual

2. How often have you imagined what it would be like to be a member of the opposite gender?
a) Never
b) Once or twice
c) Sometimes
d) Frequently
e) Always

3. How frequently do you take on the role of the opposite gender, be it for play, for sexual gratification, or any other reason?  This includes transvestitism, playacting, and cajolery.
a) Never
b) Once or twice
c) Sometimes
d) Frequently
e) Always

4. Describe your reaction to the idea of becoming a member of the opposite gender:
a) Repulsed
b) Curious, but unwilling
c) Indifferent
d) Willing
e) Desperate

5. How would you like to join the opposite gender?
a) Would rather die
b) Would like to know what it’s like, but revert to original gender
c) Indifferent
d) Would like to know what it’s like, even if the change is permanent
e) Long to join opposite gender

6. How would you react if someone attempted to change your gender?
a) Resist at all costs
b) Resist until threatened with death
c) Remain passive
d) Assist in these attempts
e) You requested it

These questions are then processed and the participants sorted into classes.  Of course, there are two sets of answers to the survey: those submitted by the users, and their honest beliefs.  

We will have a set of 125 men (5 x 5 x5) who will each have a different set of honest responses.  Each of these men will then discover that he is in a one year feminization camp, and that he will compete for the honour of becoming a girl.

Diary: The Variables In the Massive Forced Feminization Stories

My feminization camp stories are missing one thing: a goal for its interns.  No, a competition.  I am watching the Miss Universe competition.  I think my candidates should compete in a beauty contest for the privilege of becoming female.  The losers are released into the world as they are; thus they have every incentive to turn completely female, or else re-enter the world as mere transsexuals.

All of the contestants are told from the beginning what they must strive for.  Those who resist must either submit or die, as we have already established.  And of course they must all struggle with how badly they want to be effeminated.  Of course, they all start from different points of view.  The variables:

1. Experience (never imagined, imagined, tried a few times, often, regular)
2. Desire (not interested, indifferent, curious, interested, desperate)
3. Resistance (rebellion, reluctance, passivity, acceptance, zeal)

This gives us 125 participants.  Of course, this is only how they begin.  They all eventually succumb.

Story Ideas: The Triangle; and, 3rd Person

Two story ideas:

1. A twist on the typical dominatrix-browbeats-submissive-husband-into-effeminate-slavery story: The effemination has already happened, and the husband is a good little housekeeping bitch, but has become so effeminate that he easily passes for a gorgeous woman.  Wife is settling on a boyfriend, a real macho type who dominates even her around.  So the sissy, who feels confident and feminine enough to resent his wife for turning him into an almost-girl, jealously contrives to secretly turn the wife's boyfriend into his own little sissy bitch.  Ends up with a three-way triangular domination: sissy's bitch is boyfriend, boyfriend's bitch is wife, and wife's bitch is sissy.
2. Our narrator watches as his best friend sissifies out of control.  He begins to see the appeal himself, and his own experiments rapidly spiral out of control as well.