Jake wants to be forcibly feminized

New Rule: Society will conspire to forcibly feminize Jake Darcy. He will be unable to resist any changes that cause him to become more feminine regardless of the source of the change, however he will still feel embarrassment, humiliation and trauma regarding these changes. The process will occur overtime and there is nothing that Jake Darcy can do to stop it once it has started.

Jake placed the pencil down, slowly looking up to observe his new world. It was exactly as it had been before. His half drunk latte still resting on the table behind him, the lads still sat drinking there Coca Cola on the table opposite. Fundamentally, life had not changed. However, Jake had this feeling in his head that everything had indeed changed.

He returned to his table to collect his bag, deciding to leave the lukewarm coffee behind, he had intentions of taking the rulebook with him, but as he spun back around set on placing the book into his backpack he was stunned. The book had vanished, along with pencil he had placed just inches away from it too. "I suppose only a taste of true power is allowed," Jake clutched at the handle on top of his backpack, all but too aware of the potential humiliation he had let himself in for, with no way of stopping it from occurring. He had written that he would be unable to stop it once it had started, he just supposed that the process hadn't begun already...

Returning home for the evening, Jake began to feel a strong aching in his head, with his vision going blurry. "Shit, another fucking migraine, brilliant!" he sulked to himself before retiring to his bedroom at the tender time of just 7pm. The boy collapsed on his bed, blacking out to the world around him

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7:02 read Jake's alarm clock as it screamed out at him. He always had a tendency to set it at two minutes past the hour as he valued the extra two minutes in bed, even if it left him ever so slightly more rushed in the morning. Following his morning routine as per usual, the boy showered, shaved and (well, you know the third thing). Returning to his bedroom with damp hair he threw his towel to the floor and opened his wardrobe grabbing his school uniform. "Trousers, yep. Blazer, yep, Tie, yep, socks, underwear, belt, yep, yep yep. Jumper, yep." Jake muttered throwing his clothes onto his bed as ticked them off. "Hold on, where the hell....?" He could not find his white shirt. He scoured his wardrobe, going from hanger to hanger, only to find nothing. "The actual fuck?" he questioned, positive that he had placed all of his shirts from the prior week in the laundry basket the previous friday.

"Hey, mum!" the boy shouted down the stairs. No response. "MUM," he grew louder, still no response. "Cracking," he thought, begrudgingly grabbing his towel off the floor where it had been strewn since he reentered his bedroom. Descending the stairs he locked eyes with his younger sister Alice who silently judged him for wearing nothing but the turquoise sheet. Jake brushed past her on the stairs, pulling a face as he did so. "As if all of her uniform is washed! Bloody favoritism!"

"Mum!" Jake moaned as he entered the kitchen, the middle aged woman glanced over to the doorway where he stood. "Did you not here me shout you! I've... You forgot too...!" he stumbled over his words.
"What now Jake," she groaned back.
"I've not got a school shirt, did you not wash it!"
"I washed everything that was in the laundry basket," she sternly replied, "We've been over this, I can't wash it if you don't put it in there. I'm not some kind of superwasher am I Jake?" Jake could've sworn he had put his shirts in the wash, if not they be all laying on his bedroom floor which was oddly immaculate at this time. "Alice always manages to put her blouses into the basket, I just don't get why its such hard work for you young man."
"Yeah Jakey," Alice interrupted, entering the kitchen phone in hand, "You're not special!" she smirked.
"Okay, fine, whatever!" Jake shrugged, "But what am I going to, I'm not wearing a dirty shirt, its going to stink! I'm not being known as that kid!"
"Well Jake, you'll have too for today. It's your own fault," his mother replied, seemingly tiring from the conversation.

It was at this point that Alice looked up from her phone, with the desire of making just a small suggestion, jokingly, innocently. Without consequence that would set the chain of Jake's humiliation into motion.

"He could always wear my blouses to school...."