Sanity intruded on my thoughts. What was I thinking? She was a drag queen, wasn't she? A drag queen was a guy. She was a guy, my little Barbara, the blonde cutie I'd rescued in the bar by accidentally breaking her g-string and touching her emerging privates. So it was a very bad idea to go and see if I could find her, see if I could get her to kiss me again and see if it still seemed the same as it had when I kissed the lovely bride in my arms, I recalled her wonderful girlie fragrance and the...

A follow-up to the instructional book Tricks of the Trade M328. More Tricks gives further insight into makeup, dressing, passing and photography. If you are a crossdresser, a transgender person thinking about transition, or anything in between, you need this book.

Jason Lambert spends the summer after high school graduation working undercover for a sheriff's department in a neighboring county where he helps them bust a major pot ring. Following his first year in criminal justice he is recruited by the FBI to work undercover as a feminized male dancer to help them catch a serial killer. He not only catches one, but a second one as well. However in his feminized state he has fallen in love with the woman she works for. Instead of going back to his former...

I glance into the mirror... god! I looked positively immoral and decadent and as sexy and as stunning as I have ever seen myself. My nipples stiffened and traced suggestive bumps in the lace when I moved! And I could just make out the shadow of my ersatz feminine sex at the juncture of my ivory thighs! "My good Goddeth, girl!" Lana breathed in awe. "You are fanabulouth!" "Yeah, not bad at all!" Lynda added. "Ok. Enough admiring the view. Thith gown still needth to be finithed. You!" Lana...

It must have been an hour before we eft the Ladies' Room. The supper was over, the cleanup in full throttle, and wine being poured. Speeches were being given by voices that weren't female even though they came from the mouths of very pretty women. "I need to speak to my friends, the judges," Guy said as I clung to his arm, this being the only way to get properly out of the place. He kissed me. He was right about how the drugs made me feel. Oh I had to keep on doing that, kissing him, as I felt...

 Looking in the vanity mirror I wasn't surprised to see a very pretty girl looking back at me. I was proud of the woman I had become, certain any woman would be jealous of the way I looked. Holding my hands up in front of me I examined my long, glamorous pink fingernails before I picked up the tube of pink lipstick, removed the cover and turned up the base. Leaning forward I pushed the tube hard against my full lips and applied a generous coat of the bright pink makeup. The doorbell rang...

When successful businessman David Morris is contacted by an old friend, Gwen, he remembers how close they had been at one point. With an eye to reawakening their relationship, he agrees to look up her brother, Phil to help him get up to Cambridge on his way to visit her. When he sees Phil again after many years he sees that the once soft and effeminate boy has become even more so. Over time his relationship with the boy becomes more intimate as Phil becomes Philly and then Phillipa. ...

"I don't know how you men can get it up so fantastically in the morning," I murmured to Peter as he turned me over and let me kiss and aroise him still further. I forced myself to act in quite a frenzy making love to him, my padded breasts being squeezed by him as I kissed and kissed him When a couple of his crime friends came into the luxuriously furnished cell, we didn't have to slow or stop at all as we made love. It was if I was back in D Block when Tasha was teaching me how to be a woman ...

The moment I pushed back at him letting my lips open and letting the tip of my tongue find his lips, Donny pulled back from me. I have to admit I was a little puzzled, disappointed and really frightened as well. "You don't have to fake it with me." Donny said sharply. "If you want to kiss me, then kiss me Melissa. "Don't start all the stuff you were told you had to do in Fort George," he grimaced at me. "I've seen and heard a lot of perverted, sordid tapes from D Block. You are on a lot of...

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Otto Goldmun, a survivor of World War II and its horrors, discovers 5 homeless teenagers wandering the streets, stealing whatever they can, selling whatever they can in order to survive. In an act of selfless kindness he begins to take them under his wing, making sure that they eat and are clothed and even learn a few things. Over time one of the boys shows an interest in wearing women's clothes and a relationship blossoms.

Nick decides to take a walk on the wild side. He goes lookig for a prostitute, and finds much more than he bargained for. He meets Lilith, a witch, and is forced to cope with dresses, makeup, and sex because of the spell she casts on him. His wife and co-workers are transformed into sexual beings that are subjected to the control of others and are into sexual beings that are subjected to the control of others and are unable to control their lustful sexual urges. They are in effect slaves to...

Anisoyya studied me sitting there. I wondered how we would go on as she looked at my made-up, femininized face and seemed to like what she saw. I was quite unprepared for her to shift up to me, her dress mingling with my skirt as she put her arm about me and, surprisingly, she began to kiss me. She kissed me as I was the girl and she was the boy, attacking my luips as if she had never kissed anyone before. Being like a pricess locked in a castle, I was sure that she hadn't kissed manyu men...

Two stories taking place in the West: In My Alice From Wonderland Harmon McQueen, a veteran turned recluse, in love with reading, horses and his ranch, lives on his big ranch on a remote mountain. He's surprised when a trick or treater, dressed as Alice from Alice in Wonderland comes calling one Halloween, as no one ever makes it to his front door, except for his hands. She, or rather as he soon finds out, he, is the son of his foreman, who has been dressed as a girl for her entire life....

The soft cotton felt so good between my finger tips that my hands began to quiver as I felt renewed energy start to flow through my body. It felt good to be standing thee nude but for my socks, the blindingly white cotton panties held front of me like a ritual object raised toward heaven in a rite meant to assure that my innermost dreams would be reality. But this wasn't simply a ritual, it was an ordeal imposed by Lois as if she were the priestess charged with testing me, the neophyte hoping...

I looked up just as a fairly plain maid dressed in the style of 1905 or so, curtseyed at the door, then minced into the room and stopped before Martha, again curtseying deeply. "It's about time, Miss Hana!" Ma snapped. "I have a good mind to give you a sound birching on that fat ass of yours!" "But, Miss Martha," the maid objected softly, curtseying, "I do not have a fat ass!" "Are you arguing with me, girl?" Ma demanded. Again, the deep curtsey. "Oh, no, Ma'am! I would never dare do that!" ...