[TG, M->Feminized Male]

[CW: Non-con, Deception, Drugging, Bondage/Stuck]

“Come on babe, just give it a try! Why won’t you?” Oliver put his foot down, crossing his arms over his chest.

To Gabrielle, it just sounded whiny and obnoxious. Not to mention self-indulgent. “You want me to tell you why I don’t want to be tied down, unable to move or do anything you don’t want?”

The throbbing erection in Oliver’s pants answered faster than he did. “Well, yeah! Doesn’t that sound hot?”

A sharp sigh filled the air as a vein bulged in Gabrielle’s forehead. She loved her boyfriend, but this was rapidly becoming a problem in their relationship. Every night they did what he wanted, and her own interests were often ignored. Still, she tried to compromise. “Why not something else tonight? I can put on that schoolgirl outfit, we can get some of our toys out.” She sighed again, resigned. “Maybe we could even do anal…”

Oliver shook his head, practically shouting. “No! That’s not what I want to do tonight! You need to just do what I want!”

The raised voice, the ridiculous demands, the petulant behavior. It all built up together and something in Gabrielle snapped. “Are you kidding me?” She retorted. “We always do everything *you* want to do! There’s never compromise, or discussion. You haven’t given a shit about anything I’ve been interested in!”

Sputtering, Oliver tried to protest. “Look, Gab, it’s not--”

Gabrielle stomped toward him, folding her arms under her chest and glaring at Oliver with an intensity he had never seen before. She commanded his attention with her aggressive confidence, and as though Gabrielle held a hypnotic spell over him Oliver found that he was unable to move or speak.

“Listen up, Oliver. I’m only going to say this once. You have to make a choice that will decide where our relationship goes from here. Option one, you do what I want, when I want, for as long as I want. You get a taste of your own medicine, having to please me and my wishes."

Oliver looked horrified at this, but Gabrielle continued before he could speak.

"And option two is that if you won't see things from my perspective and try to have a more balanced relationship, then we're done. We're breaking up and you're moving back out of my house, immediately."

Oliver's mouth hung open, unable to understand what he was hearing. For long, drawn out moments, he pondered the choice before him. His immediate reaction was that he didn't want to break up with Gabrielle. But still, he hesitated. That much power in her hands? It wasn't right, it wasn't normal. A fire of anger started to build inside his chest. How dare she spin it on him like this, making an ultimatum he had to obey!

"No! This is ridiculous! You're clearly getting worked up over something stupid and--"

Gabrielle, wordlessly, crossed over the room to their closet and grabbed Oliver's suitcase. She dragged it over to their dresser, and without a word, began shoving his clothes in it.

Oliver watched, stunned, before running over and physically blocking Gabrielle's path with his body. "Fine, fine!" The words left Oliver's mouth in a hurry, louder than he expected. He winced at his own voice; he didn't want to be yelling at Gabrielle anymore, or even lose her. "Fine," he said again, much softer. "We'll do whatever you want."

Gabrielle folded her arms under her chest, tapping her foot with an eyebrow raised.

"Whenever you want… for as long as you want." Oliver sighed, shoulders slumped forward.

Gabrielle stood quietly for a moment, examining her boyfriend’s body language up and down. "Alright," she eventually said, after long minutes of scrutiny. “I believe you. Now, go to bed. We both have Saturday off tomorrow, so it’ll be a big day.”

Oliver looked around, confused. Weren’t they going to be doing something? He opened his mouth to say something, but the look on Gabrielle’s face told him they were still on thin ice. Best just to do what she said. Once he was naked and laying down, he found himself yawning aggressively and repeatedly. Maybe Gabrielle was right after all, and going to bed wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Besides, what could possibly happen tomorrow?

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It wasn’t ‘tomorrow’ Oliver needed to worry about, so much as what was happening right under his nose while he slept. Gabrielle had to be part ninja, he mused, as he looked around the room. It was ransacked, with all of his belongings - mostly clothes - gone missing. Stealthily moving into the bathroom, Oliver found that all his toiletries were gone too.

Had Gabrielle changed her mind? Had he been kicked out anyway, and just given a night to sleep before his exile began? Oliver’s heart and mind both raced, and he ran out of the master suite in a panic, nearly knocking over his girlfriend in the process.

“Oh, Oliver! There you are! I was wondering when you’d get up,” Gabrielle calmly greeted him, gesturing toward him with a filled mug. She sounded chipper, even slightly excited. A chill ran through Oliver’s spine. She was plotting something.

Still though, there were more pressing matters. Oliver gestured toward the bedroom with a sweeping hand, the other hand pressed against his hips. “What happened to all my clothes?!” he exclaimed.

Gabrielle gave a shrug, and a little bit of a giggle as she eyed his naked body up and down. Oliver felt studied, observed like a specimen, as though Gabrielle were taking in every detail about him for analysis. Still, she wouldn’t answer the question.

“What am I supposed to be wearing, then, if you won’t tell me what happened to my clothes?”

Suddenly a mug was thrust in Oliver’s waving hand. It was warm, and smelled aromatic. “We’ll sort out the clothing situation, dear. Remember what you agreed to. In the meantime… I made you your morning tea! Think of it like a peace offering, after our argument last night.”

Naked, in the hallway of his girlfriend’s house, Oliver found the timing of the sudden offer of tea strange, to say the least. But, at the same time, they had tea every day together, so it wasn’t that unusual. Oliver took a sip, and his face cringed. “It’s… Gab, it’s got a strange, chemical-ish taste to it.”

Gabrielle frowned, tilting her head for a moment. “It… hmm. It must be a different brand or something. I hadn’t noticed when I picked it up. Well, we’ll just drink through it and get back to the normal stuff eventually, right?”

Oliver nodded, continuing to drink the warm beverage. It wasn’t that bad, more so that the first sip shocked and surprised him with its different taste. Gabrielle watched him drink the tea with a calm smile - perhaps even a slight grin - before leading Oliver back into the bedroom.

“So, the first thing I want you to do, is I’ll be picking out your clothes for you.” Oliver quirked an eyebrow at this strange insistence. Still, it wouldn’t be the worst thing ever. At least, that’s what Oliver thought, until Gabrielle returned from their closet with what looked like some of her clothes.

“Nuh-uh, no way. I’m not wearing girls' clothes!” Oliver folded his arms across his chest, frowning at what was even being suggested.

Gabrielle folded her arms back, staring him down. “Excuse me?” She raised her voice, and immediately Oliver took a step back. He tried to play it off cool, taking a sip of his tea while shifting his weight back and forth, but it was immediately apparent that he still wasn’t used to her being in control. “Did you want to try that again?”

A soft sigh escaped Oliver’s lips, and he set his tea down on the dresser. He took the clothes from Gabrielle and held them up in the air, frowning at how insubstantial they were. He glanced at her again, and saw she was glaring at him. He tossed the small bundle onto the bed, and sized up where to start.

Best with the shirt, he figured. It was a t-shirt, so it wasn’t too strange. But pulling it on revealed what was different about it: it was a feminine cut. It clung to his narrow body, though the chest area puffed out a little bit - presumably for breasts he didn’t have - along with a flair at the lower hem. The sleeves were cut short, ending at an angle on his shoulders instead of descending downward. Other than being a little snug in spots, it didn’t feel like anything he normally wouldn’t wear.

That changed with the shorts, however. The moment Oliver held them up, he was skeptical they would even fit.  They looked tight, but more importantly, impractically short. Oliver held his hand against them; they were as long as his hand was wide. He glanced at Gabrielle, and she was still staring at him, watching him putting on this outfit. Alright, he figured. In for a penny, in for a pound.

Sliding the slip of denim up his legs, it felt awkward trying to pull the shorts into place. There simply wasn’t enough material to grab onto to pull around, but finally, he managed. The shorts clearly weren’t designed for a guy to wear, however; his masculine anatomy created an unseemly bulge in the front of the shorts, and half his ass was hanging out the back. Though, that might have been by design of the size of the shorts. Oliver fidgeted and fussed with the position of his genitalia, though nothing seemed to help reduce how obviously they were deforming the denim.

The last article of clothing was a pair of sandals. Oliver wasn’t sure what they were called. Platform sandals? Wedge sandals? Heeled sandals? He’d heard those terms, or ones similar to them, over the years from various women, and was sure this qualified for them. Either way, these were definitely for women too. They had tan straps that as Oliver slid his foot into the shoes encircled his feet and ankles. One of the straps positioned itself between his big toe and second toe, and as he rubbed his toes back and forth, the strap slid over his skin with a strange textured sensation.

But the most unique part of the shoes was the giant blocks attached underneath them. As Oliver tried to stand on them, he felt his weight wobbling back and forth. His heels were lifted higher than the balls of his feet, only increasing how off balance he felt. He took a step forward, and then another one. It was slow progress, but he was starting to get the hang of it. Part of him was elated to have not broken his neck with these shoes, but most of him was shocked. He was a guy, why would he be able to walk in these?

Oliver made his way over to the mirror and frowned. It was a quizzical sight. His hairy limbs stuck out of the clothes awkwardly, his stance on the shoes was wide and uncomfortable. But… the clothes fit, and they fit well. They showed off what little hips he had, and his slightly longish hair scraping at the base of his neck looked almost feminine. He turned side to side in the mirror, letting his body flow and move more naturally. Suddenly, there was a presence beside him. Gabrielle, with a wide grin, was by his side.

She seemed genuinely ecstatic, her arms wrapping around Oliver’s waist. Had it always been so narrow, causing the feminine t-shirt to lift up and not quite meet the top of his shorts? She pulled him close - a dangerous proposition on those sandals - and kissed Oliver passionately. Gently, slowly, while still making out, Gabrielle guided him to the bed and pushed him back onto it. The moment he lost balance, the mattress was there to catch him. He looked up at her surprised, staring at the hungry expression on her face.

Standing between his legs, she lifted one of her own. She was wearing thigh highs and a skirt today, and Oliver’s gaze was hypnotically locked on the nylon coated foot. Gabrielle flexed her toes, wriggling them in their fabric prison. Gently, she pressed her foot against the bulge in Oliver’s shorts. She kept it there for a moment, biting her lip. Then she slowly pressed her foot against it and started rubbing back and forth.

Silence filled the air, save for the pair’s heavy breathing. They’d never done anything like this before. Anything and everything sexy had been more conventional, at least with clothes - and the lights - off. But here was Gabrielle, being more confident and in control. Oliver couldn’t help but feel confused if he should be turned on, being literally underneath his girlfriend while dressed up like a girl. But his member gave away his answer, and trapped within the booty shorts was a throbbing erection.

He was already getting close. The pressure, the stimulation, the sensation of nylon on denim running back and forth was all too much. Oliver whined softly, raising his hips a little. Sensing how near the edge he already was, Gabrielle removed her foot, making a show out of how long it dangled in the air before slowly coming to rest on the carpet again. She leaned in, her chest hanging in the air before Oliver’s face, and kissed him softly this time.

“It can be good for both of us, if you just play along~” She cooed softly, and Oliver found himself nodding. Before he knew it or could even respond, she was gone, off cleaning the house.

“What the fuck is going on…” Oliver mumbled, looking down at himself. He got up, slightly dizzy, and teetered his way to the living room on his heels. It was still Saturday, and he needed to take his mind off what was going on. Some good video games would do that.

By the time the day was over, Oliver wasn’t even noticing the clothes he was in any longer. Sure, they were strange when attention was called to them - like pulling down the shorts to go to the bathroom - but they became far more natural than he would have thought possible. He was even becoming adept with the heels he found himself in, able to traverse the house without much conscious thought.

Part of Oliver hoped it would be over, that Gabrielle got what she was looking for. But a deep, confused part of Oliver’s soul knew it wouldn’t be.