There was something about last night, being naked and on my knees in front of her. It was like I wanted to please her. For some odd reason it made me excited. It wasn't just seeing those great legs, , or glimpsing her panties. Though that was very erotic. Somehow I felt like a kid peeking up some woman's skirt, the chance of being caught making it more excitable. Like she knew I was looking, that I was being a "bad boy". Maybe ti was something else. A secret thrill of some kind. Hard to...

I'm using her pearly pink nail polish. Mandy's on the vanity and I*'m naked. She helped strip me on the pretense of having sex, then changed her mind. On my knees I can see right up the over-sized tee-shirt she wears, the way her tight panites outline her vulva. She knows I'm looking and strums my sex with her other foot. She's really getting over on this. It's the only thing I can do to placate her, especially after she learned I was doing Guinevere's toenails. She was full of questions: Is...

Looking at Robbie Mathis, I cannot help but think this is perhaps a preview of my future. His hair is nearly shoulder length, has a henna tint to it. He wears it in a large single inward flip, combed on either side of his face. Three diamond studs adorn the only ear I see. From the back anyone would mistake him for a woman. Arched eyebrows and dark, accented lashes suggest femininity. Perhaps a hint of foundation and wet plump lips complete his androgynous features. A large wide collar, button...

In book 3, John’s full time life en femme and feminizing continues, as he is taught feminine deportment and makeup skills, goes shopping for his maid’s uniforms, and is tutored in house keeping and cooking. Then his is presented as the sissy boy maid to all the wife’s girl friends. He returns to work as an office girl assistant. The female office manager finds that he now makes a wonderful girl friend as she assists in his further transformation. And the company nurse provides the feminizing...

In the following days a routine developed between Michael/Karen and the two female doctors. In the morning either Sonya or Diane would come upstairs and help their charge get dressed. They would also provide him with reading material to study during the day. The material always covered some issue related to feminine behavior, deportment, make-up or dress. In the evening, one or both of the women would test him on what he had learned and advise the boy on how he might improve. In this way, over...

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The next day when Patrick arrived at Sara's she noted with pleasure that he seemed cooperative and stripped quickly when asked. He only hesitated for a second when she handed him a raspberry colored pair of silk briefs. She then took him to a friend of hers for an hour of electrolysis. The started with the boy's side burns.Each day for the next week the pattern repeated. Patrick would arrive at Sara's at four. Sara had him strip, threw his boy's shorts in the garbage, and gave him a few pair...

The truth was that she now thought of herself almost exclusively as female. Even in her dreams she was almost always a girl. She stole a glance at Jeff, who was driving. He was tall and lanky and she wondered what it would feel like to be kissed by a man, to be held and dominated by strong arms that overpowered her, crushed her breasts to his chest and forced her to yield her body. At the thought she felt her nipples grow hard. Sara asked her why she was blushing but Sherry just smiled and...

She put an arched foot in his face and he knew what to do, had done it before. He kissed her toes, thrilled by the stale attar. His lips trembled as he nibbled at her little toe, ran his tongue over the small red nail. He looked up at her under his eyebrows, saw her nod, that smile of satisfaction which pleased her so. She pressed at his lips and he took her little toe in his mouth, sucked. "Yes, you have such a talented mouth, Winnie. Suck hard, show me how much you've missed our little...

Winthrop stood naked in front of the full length mirror inside his walk in closet. He examined his chest. noted the darker. seemingly larger aureola and elongated nipples. There was no doubt about it, his pectorals underneath were swollen, small conical mounds which made his nipples jut. If he didn't know any better he'd think he was growing breasts. Maybe he did know better, just didn't want to admit it. Several weeks had passed since he'd slept in Golden's bed. He didn't want to think about...

The way she dresses and the expensive convertible are the part of Varna's new image. A not so new image, really.  It's been going on for nearly a year, gradually escalating to where we are now, ever since I was laid off. I sigh tiredly, go to the window that overlooks our double wide drive, watch as she backs the Cabriolet with the pearlescent metallic pain job to the street. In the overhead light above the sink I know my face is framed in the window. I watch to see if she looks...

Earlier, when I made my grand entrance with Bonnie, she asked her daughter who was this lovely woman. Tonight I am completely enfem. When I found out about how I was to be dressed my protests fell on deaf ears. What could I say to the woman who had just given the best hummer of my life? Bonnie dressed me, tucked my flaccid thing in special panties with spandex rings built into the crotch that effectively hid me. An erection might be another matter, but with the panties safely around my...

"I was like you at first," Said Ashley, looking at the feminized male with large intense blue eyes. "Yanamari knew my mother before she passed and -""I don't want to know Ashley. I'm doing this as a surprise for Chanel. This is one last time. Don't you understand?""I understand more than you know sweet Jerry," she said sympathetically. "Chanel and Yanamari are a breed apart from most women. They belong to a radical feminist organization. It's called the Cytherea Coterie. They want to make men...

By the time Jerry got home that night he discovered he was completely comfortable in the feminine undergarment Chanel had given him. In fact, he's forgotten he was wearing them until he disrobed that evening. His first thought was to strip out of them. He lingered in front of the mirror in the bedroom, looked at the reflected feminine image, shrugged his shoulders and went to the closet, found a nylon wrap. That night he slept in a slick shorty Chanel had given him earlier. Why not? He was...

"You should probably glue your breast forms to your chest so you wouldn't have to keep your bra on when you are in bed with me. I would love to play with your boobs when in bed together, though false, they feel very real to me." Pat murmured. It was our first night together in the new apartment and she was in a chatty mood and was whispering to me as we were lying in bed in the master bedroom after our intense love playing. I was more than pleased and excited as she kept talking to me. She was...