Complete Feminization shone from the top of my monitor and right through into my hopes and dreams. I had searched, as I do many times a day, on a well...known search engine for things including various buzzwords that had a hold over me - crossdressing, transvestite, forced feminisation and so forth. I had been doing this for a few years and would find websites of interest with brilliant and sometimes erotic art and photos of men being transformed into women. I read stories at the Fictionmania. Lot of patience. Cold. Nobody looks at Hobo. Good place to hide. Looking at hobo is good way to get feelings hurt. Hobo doesn’t have any money. Hobo doesn’t have drugs. Hobo dangerous. Nothing to lose, usually. There is no tomorrow for Hobo. No tomorrow for Pederast, either. Probably a joke in there, somewhere. Nobody out at three in the morning on a Tuesday night has a tomorrow. Me, Hobo, Pederast… three dead losers with all the time in the world, tonight, and no time for tomorrow. Pederast. . two... one... Happy New Year," everyone shouted and the noise makers went off as the crowd downed the traditional glass of champagne.Beth turned to her husband and gave him a quick kiss. Then seeing Steve had no one to kiss, she leaned across the bar, smiling and puckered up. She felt Steve grab the back of her head and he held her lips to his as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. She wanted to fight it and resisted at first, but then she began kissing him back. Beth could practically hear. It is her voice. Her face in the mirror eyes screwed shut, her pretty mouth gaping open as she pants and moans. As I lift my hand and firmly spank her jolting buttocks her eyes open and she squeals, “Yes, baby!”She sees you in the mirror and looks momentarily startled but doesn’t break eye contact. You see her face in the mirror and in a picture on the nightstand, your wedding day, her tight little smile and sensible makeup. Her father so proud of his precious only daughter. His only daughter.