I realized she knew far more about my dealings than anyone and anyway? I didn't mind boasting a little about the scams I'd pulled and what I'd done with the money. Didn't tell her how much, naturally. I finished up by telling her what I'd heard on the radio. How I was stuck until the banks opened on Monday. She nodded. "Makes sense now. but there's an easy way to get to your bank without them catching you." "Wow! You sure are smart Emily!" I fawned. "What do you have in mind?" "It's going to...

She thought for a moment. "I'm very complimented by this. At the same time? I'm not very sure if you understand what I want of you. Today would be a drop in the bucket. I'd expect..." "Please darling?" I interrupted. "I said it before and I meant it. I love you and want to make you happy!" (The fact that she was fondling me through the sheer materials of the nightdress and peignoir had absolutely nothing to do with what I'd just said - well maybe a little.) "Okay!" she said. On your own head...

Shades of my Mother catching me! The door to Debbie's room opens and Janice is ushered in by Mrs. Williams - to find me sitting on the edge of Debbie's bed, my face respondent in full makeup, debbie standing over me, a lipstick tube in her hand. "Oh hi Jan!" Debbie smiled a greeting at Janice. "I got so engrossed in doing this that I forgot you were coming over. Hod on a minute. I just want to finish putting Philip's lipstick on!" Then she gives me a playful cuff on the back of the head....

She gave me an appraising glance. "You're becoming very pretty dear. Now hurry to the door - and don't forget. I want you to be an especially good girl tonight! Let my guests see that you're nice and domesticated! Just like all husbands should be!" She eyed me a little. "Though I'm getting less and less sure of the 'husband' part of it. Off with you now!" The references to my gender were becoming more and more numerous, and more and more feminine-related, I thought, hurrying to answer the...

"Exactly! And to be quite honest, I think that if you could remain subservient to her, she might like the idea enough to have you stay on." "I see what you are saying," I said, "but I don't want to sound suspicious, but why are you being so nice to me?" She shook her head vigorously. "You've got it all wrong. Susie's not only my employer, she the best friend I ever had. She's got the makings of being a very successful writer, but in my opinion has terrible hangups as far as you're concerned....

She put a finger under my chin and lifted my face up until she was looking straight into my eyes. "Charles? You and I are going into my closet. We are going to find clothes that may be of use to you. I expect no more nonsense. As a matter of fact? I want to see you in a skirt and blouse tomorrow morning - and a fresh apron of course - at breakfast. Do you understand me? If you have a problem with that request, I suggest you tell me about it, right now. Do you have a problem?" "I don't have to...

"I think Andrew's a lovely name, don't you Dorothy?" Mary said - and I started to cringe, having a premonition of what was coming. Wanted to shut her up, but held as I was in a vice like grip by her side, I could only pray I was wrong. Mummy looked puzzled. "Of course I like it Mary - I picked it after all. What on earth are you talking about?" "Edith told me that some of the ladies at his office are calling him Andrea. I told her that they shouldn't. Andrea's a girls name - and he's a boy!"...

She was speaking. "Now Billy? You have really lovely hands. Nice and plump and soft, but you're not showing them off to best advantage. Girls the same age as you are already way ahead of you in nail care. Now that you're knitting - and especially one I teach you to sew, you'll be dealing with much nicer and finer fabrics - I mean you wouldn't want to be snagging your nails on your nylons would you?"Sewing? Nylons? What was she talking about? But I couldn't think. Was completely lost, bedazzled...

"Yes Gene," he said softly. "But I was wondering...?" "Yes Dorothy?" she cooed. "Well first? I'd kinda like to get changed back. Second? I'l rather you called me David, please?" His voice was weak and rather petulant she thought. "No Dorothy, I will not call you David. Until tomorrow night is over, I want you to think and act like Dorothy. It would be stupid for me to allow your male persona time to take over again, don't you think? Into what, may I ask?" "My real clothes!" But there was no...

Bill, on the other hand, was totally confused. Had absolutely no way of understanding what had transpired. Yes, in many ways, the last few hours had fallen well within his all-time fantasies - yet something was agley. His backside still stung and he was constantly reminded of what he was wearing under his shirt and pants. Little tightnesses here, the soft frisson of shirt against satin there, the tug of the panty legs on his upper thigh, the tightness of the camisole across his back - and what...

I drifted into effeminacy as effortlessly as a feather floating downstream on a river. What else could I do? I suppose that, maybe, I had had latent tendencies in that direction but in the weeks that followed, as I became used to sharing a bedroom with a girl - and yes, I did end up sharing the bed with her - she certainly didn't see me as any danger to her, and I guess I started seeing myself as Cindy and Susan saw me - a sissy.And tell me. What do you do when the girl you love brings home...

Alice grinned at me as I arrived back at our station. "Morning Danae. You look very flustered. What's been going on in there?" I couldn't hold it to myself. "She's asked me to her house this evening!" I whispered excitedly. "Ooooh! I'm so jealous!" she giggled. "What are you going to wear?" "She said to make it casual - but... but... she wants me to wear my new shoes!" She thought for a second. "I've got a skirt I could lend you that would be perfect with them! Want to borrow it?" "I can't...

"Yes May. Can I do anything for you?" I said. "I've just been wondering?" she said. "What?" "These girls that beat you up? Both of them called you Nancy. How come? Had you met them before when you were going by that name?" I was speechless for a second, but Elaine stepped in. "No May," she laughed. "It's a figure of speech we Brits use. They didn't say his name,was Nancy. They used a figure of speech. Actually, called him a 'Nancy boy'." "A Nancy boy? Never heard that expression." May said...

"You work for me now. There may be visitors come by and I'll want you neatly dressed at all times. Most certainly I don't want to ever see you in these pajamas and that robe you wore earlier on. And? if you have any scruffy outerwear of the same type, I don't want to see that either. Understood?" He licked his lips nervously. "But Ms. Evans? My clothes weren't that good quality even when I bought them new. They're kinda used looking now" "Jack? There's TONS of clothes available to you. Just...

As I made my way back to the trolley, she spoke. "What did you think of Josephine?" I turned back and looked at her. "The maid? Can't say I really noticed her." I said. Was I supposed to?" Samantha smiled. Opened her eyes wide. Asked innocently. "You just used the term 'her'. Are you sure?" I couldn't help myself. Gaped at her. "You saying - you saying? She's a GUY!" "Not really. Not anymore. She used to be a male. But was stupid with it. Went out of his way to alienate her wife. After my...

Lazily, I wondered, I liked girls, but needed a boy for marrying purposes. Would it be possible to make a boy into something more acceptable to me? Gentler? More feminine? Would it be possible to have him docile and well  behaved, ALL the time, the way that all were before being handled? I thought of how Rayburn had to be milked twice. Certainly didn't want to get into the habit of multiple handlings. When I'd given him the apron, he'd protested - but weakly, as if he...