Barleymower wrote: ↑Tue May 12, 2026 5:04 pm
If we are going to look at the whole "forced feminisation" aspect. This would be attractive to men who haven't got the courage to wear a skirt? That is they can't bring themselves to fulfill their fantasy, so they dream of someone making them do it. Thus not their fault.
I think you are right about the assumption that forced feminisation is what many men, lacking the courage to wear a skirt in public, are dreaming of, fantasising about or hoping for. Especially, would it be their own wife? Therefore, I wonder why these stories are about women forcing boys, not (their) men, to wear skirts and why they should be written by women, not men.
Fantasies can start early. I remember that as a boy, maybe 8-9 years old, I sometimes envied the girls in their dresses, which must, I thought, be much more comfortable than my shorts. I shouldn’t have liked to be a girl, however. But being a boy in dresses, I could very well imagine. Only impossible.
One day, however, about the same time, my grandmother, my dad’s mother, was babysitting me. She read stories for me and entertained me with plays and things grandmothers do. But she also, out of the blue, told me about a boy she somehow knew about. She had just heard that when he didn’t behave, he would be put in girls’ clothes for a period of time, and that he was for now. I have no reason to doubt that it was not true. She thought it was wrong and said I could be happy that I did not live in such a family.
I just listened, didn’t comment, and didn’t ask whether she knew about how long it had been, how the boy felt about it, whether he was my age, who he was. That I regretted. She never mentioned it again, and I couldn’t find an excuse to ask her again.
But it made me start thinking about being that boy. What if my parents got the idea of punishing me that way? How would I feel when having to go dressed as a girl? But of course, they wouldn’t get such an idea, and as I grew older, I (more or less) forgot about it and was happy to be in shorts.
I still haven’t the slightest intention of being, looking like, or becoming a woman. But I like wearing kilts for comfort, and sometimes regular skirts. My wife accepts me in kilts and somewhat tolerates me in skirts. Being happy, I can and dare to, I don’t need her (or any other) to force me to dress in female stuff nor fantasy novels. But
some of them might, after all, help some timid men to take the next step, I guess.