"All right Jimmy dear. I see that you still think you can be in charge. Let's put an end to that idea right now," said Christine. Jimmy felt a chill race down his spine as she said this. Christine pointed to the floor. "Get down on your hands and knees and kiss my toes. Then, after you do that, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that girls are superior to boys." Just hearing this made Jimmy feel queasy. The idea of submission wasn't something that had ever made him comfortable -...

"I have it all planned out for you. You will follow the terms of your contract for starters. Your change of face is just the beginning. Your body will experience some physical changes as well but with your new face, body and some training, I am going to help you transition successfully to a new life. You cannot have any contact with persons in your previous life. Not your parents, friends, NOBODY." Essentially you will always be in my care. sort of like witness protection. Your previous life...

"I'm Wanda Green the soccer coach and I need a small favor from you."I couldn't imagine what the soccer coach would want with me, particularly in view of the fact that I was probationary member of the cleaning staff."What is it?" I inquired. "I was informed that you played soccer in high school, right?""Yes," I answered."Well two of our goalies are down with a bug. the third is a rookie that I do not have a lot of confidence in. Would you be willing to take the place of one of the girls" We...

The voice of Madame Ahmad from the kitchen brought them back to reality. "Girls have you finished unpacking? We need some tea please and the pizzas will be here in half an hour so you can prepare the table in the dining room.""We'll be there in a minute Madame," both answered in unison, as they tied their half white aprons on. Lita couldn't suppress a smile looking down at her apron. She couldn't forget that this little piece started everything and brought her to a foreign and exotic country...

My last memory was of sitting on that gurney and getting a shot. I began to wonder if the company in New Orleans, Mistress Marlene and that odd old woman had all conspired to do this to me.What was I going to do now? I wondered as I waited patiently for the doctor to come in and talk to me. How was I going to explain this to my parents? What was the "employment" Mistress Marlene had talked about? A thousand and one things were going through my mind when the door to the room opened... ...

"So Phillip Morgan, I see you are wanted by the police. Good thing I found you before they did. Prison is such a horrible place for a pretty boy like you."I said nothing as she continued to grin at me. To her left she held up my attache case. 'Nice bundle of cache you have here, Phillip. Mattress money? Poker winnings? No? What then? Perhaps your share of a jewelry store heist?"I said nothing as she dropped the case and leaned forward. She had a very menacing look on her face. I wasn't sure...

I wanted to buy and wear feminine apparel for the same reason a natural born woman woujld: fashion for function. I wanted to look like all the other women looked like because I was one of them.All I ever wanted was to just fit into the feminine world where I felt I belonged. As a male I considered myself to be an outcast, a leper even an impersonator hiding the real me in a male body.

I quivered and hoped no one gave her a hard time at the meeting about my work. I felt as if I was living on hot coals whenever I looked up and saw her looking at me, pursing her lips or tapping her cheek with a pencil. Dana sent shock waves through me as I could almost hear the gears turning in her head as she worked out when would be the best time to reveal that Trish Kirk, in her attractive business suit, high heels and long, stockinged legs, was nothing but another man. ...

I was a woman. I lifted my skirt and I was still a woman in my stockings, garter belt and panties. I looked at the girl in the mirror and loved her. I knew that she loved being who she was. I shivered as I went to bed and changed. Yes, I willingly put on a nightie, going to bed with my hair in a net, my skin covered with softening, women's lotions. Then, I got up of Friday, eager to be a woman again, all day long.

I'd known for a long time that Roz was a consummate gossip, but I hadn't realized how glib she was, how she could turn almost any situation to her advantage. She's gotten me to do this silly thing to save her job for her. Gods in heaven, I had bought into that, hook, line and sinker.And I shouldn't have been dressed like I was; my makeup expertly done as if I was a woman going out that night after work. Other women got into the elevator. Several older ladies looked frazzled while younger ones,...

"Your reality is that as of this moment, you will no longer be able to become hard, unless I command it. Your prized manhood will begin to withdraw into your body. Your entire male reproduction system will transform into a complete female reproductive system. In fact your entire body will genetically transform into a female. You will look like a wide eyed innocent yet provocative girl. You will be a sixteen-year-old version of Hillary Duff from her latter Lizzie Maguire years with straight...

It seemed obvious that I was dressed and probably looked like a cute preteen girl! A violent trembling swept over me as tears burst forth from my eyes. A high pitched girlish wail escaped my throat as the woman held me to her, stroking my hair and back in a most comforting motherly fashion. Fearing what I would find, my hand slipped between my legs to discover that genitals were gone and replaced by something much more feminine.

"I must tell you that you have become a charming and quite feminine sissy maid. You have responded will to the hormones as well as your training in femininity and feminine deportment. You are going to become one terrific and very attractive female. I can safely assure you your transitioning is going to go quite smoothly and without a hitch." "We must get started. You many begin by cleaning my house. Come with me, Sissy Maid Joanne."

My mind was reeling to her as I listed to her and thought about all my 'girl friends' in the Chapter. Even those declaiming loudly, married men, that they weren't gay at all, like Brenda and Marian, had hooked up with some guy 'out back' even though they were always saying that they only loved to dress in pretty women's clothes. Others must mean it, I thought. Probably those like Belinda and Stephanie who never came on an 'extra outing' that Marian and Margaret had been pleading with me to...

That's not me, was the first thought that went through my brain. I didn't recognize the girl at all in the mirror. She had long dark hair and thin eyebrows, a thin bobbed nose, a thin face and panicked, darkly fringed, blue eyes. She had wobbly breasts as well, I could feel them (!), and a slim figure, the hair that should have covered the girl in the mirror's vagina shaved, as Carla had warned me, so that a scar, there, was a little redder than the rest of my skin.I put my hand down to touch...