That woman! She just loved to tease him. I think at times, even Wendy was scandalized at what she'd make him do. Once she had him take off his shoes - then made him step into a pair of lacy pink satin panties - and pull them up over his outer clothes. Then he had to get fastened into a matching bra - again over his outer clothes. After she had padded his bra, she led him through the store to where Amy and I were sitting enjoying complimentary cokes. I couldn't help it - couldn't stop giggling...

I was mortified! What made it worse was the fact that the girls weren't being mean or scornful. Nothing like that. They were genuinely trying to help me turn myself into a female - in looks and dress anyway. They figured that was what I really wanted. But what they couldn't see was that I had serious difficulty with this. It wasn't that the idea of dressing didn't appeal to me - it did. But in FRONT of them? Oh grief! I started to stammer.  "Girls? Please? I don't..." "Just HUSH!" Reen...

Under her watchful eye, I pulled my slip off then blushing, took my bra and falsies off. It was so humiliating, sitting there in front of my ex-wife and secretary in nothing but panties, garter belt and stockings. Kristy saw this and was nice enough to hand me my slip, which I draped over my lap, hoping to hide my obvious excitement, although I wasn't very sure.

Life with a Princess: Mitson works for a domineering woman in all all woman office. She has sized him up as a potential sissy and therefore marriage material for her daughter, Princess. Mitson is soon being called Missy and his new wife starts changing his role and wardrobe. Missy would be a great name for an office girl, wouldn't it? Power, Power, Who's Got The Power?: A wife hires Mary to consult about her marriage and she hires to Rene take the husband in hand, changing him into a sweet,...

The panties were no problem of course, but the bra was one of these Wonderbras that squeezed everything together, thrusting my breasts out almost horizontally and creating a huge cleavage. Martina laughed delightedly as she adjusted the buckles on the shoulder straps. "Whooooeee!" she giggled. "Gonna get the johns all excited!""John? How come you know John?" I asked."Johns honey! Johns. Customers!" Tiffany explained."Oh I said lamely. "Martina? What do I do with this?" holding the garter belt...

I learned to keep quite an inventory of large silk handkerchiefs on hand. It was truly amazing to me, how a randy young bull could be tamed with fingers that slightly touched his erection - then finally took it in hand with a soft grip. A silk square to aid in his sensory enjoyment and cut down on the mess - and he would be as meek as a lamb, and good as gold...Guys who'd never had sex before were the easiest. Poor little pussies. So eager to please. So awkward - then so grateful when they...

She stared at me for a few seconds - then burst out laughing! "You're not a man, silly You're a pretty little sissy wearing pretty little baby doll pajamas. Stay here with me long enough? I might teach you how to be a lesbian sissy - but tonight? You even think of putting a move on me? I'll put you over my knees and give you a damn good spanking. Now, get your ass into bed Michelle!"Her words may have sounded cruel, but they were said with amused mockery combined with a little real affection....

I and the other girls hadn't much to do afterwards and neither Emily nor Betty seemed to have the inclination to do anything but watch Tiffany and Dorothy as they gradually took me over. When Gloria and Jan came in later that afternoon, I pleaded with them silently from my chair as the other two girls had just finished making me up. The guys simply could not believe that the pretty young thing in polka dot dress and white blouse - nor in my lightly, but thoroughly made up face - was the young...

One becomes used to just about anything. Beth was always servile enough to me but would grin just a little sardonically as if she'd send Frances - I mean Frank - off to do various things to show her domination over the guy. And what could I say as they gradually feminized the poor lad? His hair gradually became more girlish, then his nails. Then more makeup - and naturally earrings. I don't know who blushed the most, him or me, when he appeared in his first full maid uniform, apron and...

I knew immediately that there was no sense in struggling. Knew that she was straonger than me. On top of that, I felt that I would show a disrespect for my new sister-in-law if I objected. Found myself slipping helplessly into her arms. "My turn! My turn!" Carol was saying and, still breathless, I was floated from Sylvia to Carol, very conscious of my woman's shape on the water as I transfered from one set of tanned arms to another, my own soft pale arms looking weak and womanish. My breasts...

"So? I have a lot of brainwashing to get through to help you accept a lifestyle that I'm sure you're unaccustomed to - but I'm sure that you'll end up loving." "A lifestyle?" I gulped. "Of course! I like my boys to be all soft and sweet. Wearing pretty clothes. be undemanding - do as I want in other words." "I don't know as if I'd like that - not very much," I said, adding the last bit hastily. She had picked me up and was carrying me into her bedroom, talking as she went. "Of course you...

My heart lurched within me as I saw what she had draped over the back of a chair. Through time, I'd learned that what she dressed me in when she wanted me 'femme' was an indication of what was in store for me. Whites, pinks, neutral colors? She just wanted to punish me. The undies draped over the chair were midnight blue.. I was in some trouble, but they were not black, thank God.

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...