After I returned from a year of living with my Aunt and going to school as a full-time girl, I returned a young teenaged girl. Mom and later my Aunt had very carefully dressed me in clothes that reflected an image of a very young girl. The never let me dress as an adult in party dresses.The first real time that I went out dressed as an adult was when the owner of the most exclusive dress shop in town asked Mom if she could photograph me dressed in party dresses for a fashion layout she was...

When I awoke I heard the shower running - obviously Jim had gotten his bag out of his car and was making himself at home. I wanted to be the picture of a cute little sex kitten so I pulled on an old pair of cutoff jeans and a scooped neck, cropped white T-shirt. The cutoffs were skin tight plus they were very worn and ragged at the hems. They were so short and frayed that my ass cheeks peeked out. I did not wear a bra or panties to deter Jim's intentions, if he had any this morning. ...

The Cytherea Coterie traces its roots back to the turn of the last century and women's suffrage. That from the beginning its ranks contained a significant number of lesbians was no accident. Back then women needed men, those same men who largely dominated society and established its dictates. It was a loose coalition of like-minded women at first. By today's standards these early feminists would hardly raise an eyebrow. However that quickly changed over the years. It was taught by a select few...

"Speaking of kinky," she said picking a pair of black panties from the pile of underwear and holding them out by finger and thumb. "I want you to wear these Monday.""Marisa, that's crazy!" He challenged her stare."No, it's not crazy. I think you have a panty fetish and...""No, I don't.""Stop denying the obvious, Steve. Besides, there's no harm. I like the idea of you wearing my panties. When I caught you sniffing them it turned me on . I don't know why so dont' ask. Maybe we're a little kinky,...

For his punishment, Arthur faced the wall. His mother had threatened inviting some of her lady friends over for tea. Aunt Martha thought it a splendid idea. Her obscene laugh was loud, like the neighing of a horse. Facing the wall wasn't so bad. It was what he wore that was so mortifying. A red pleated, red velvet dress with frilly petticoats underneath, his bare legs exposed, feet in frilly red ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes on his feet. Under the bib-like dress he wore a long-sleeve,...

I was more and more intrigued by Chrissie. It had been weeks since I conceived or referred to Chrissie as he or him. Chrissie was now she, her... the ideal girl, the ideal lover... with something extra that no GG could offer. Chrissie wore panties at all times. It seemed natural and right on her. She also had a foil complement of lingerie and foundations along with skirts, blouses and dresses. Chrissie's "mum" was very much aware of all this and had shopped for and with her fascinating elf...

Half an hour later the two girls greeted Ruth's mother as she came home from work. Her warm smile and matter of fact greeting suggested that Chessie, a boy wearing and looking good in girl's clothes and makeup, was not something suspect. Chessie realized Ruth's mom was accepting her at face value. "Well, hello Chessie. Really so nice to meet you. Ruth's told me so very much about the new boy in school. I really didn't think anyone could be quite as talented as Ruth said you were. Now I see...

"Shana, you don't know what you're saying." He shakes his head again, goes to the counter for more coffee. "Look at what you're wearing, sweety. I picked it out for you. Red silk lounging pajamas. They look good on you. The pullover top is more feminine than masculine, the bottoms are kind of unisex. And there's nothing wrong with that. I think you should get more into the role, con­sciously being what you already are subconsciously." "And just what do you mean by that?" he demands. "Exploring...

Shana leans closer, face at his hair. He feels her breath on his ear. "We'll talk about this later. Tell me more about the two boys who flirted with you in the park today." She rubs the slick dildo along his hardness. "It was nothing." "Were you flattered?" Shana works his cock slowly, waits but he says nothing. She squeezes his cock, prods his balls with the blunt tip of her dildo. "Tell me." "I was scared." "Why?" She resumes masturbating him. "The way they were looking at me. Afraid I might...

"You seem pretty confident that I would do this," Jimmy replied, "and I think you had a right to be. There are a few conditions though. One, we'll only do it in our house when we're alone; two, I won't dress up fully until I feel the time is right to do so, and three, none of this must ever be known to other people, at least until I have to do the trial." "That's all right. I will set one condition, and that is that you try on more and more female garments, also in combination, so you can get...

"Fine, and now to the main reason why I wanted to see Janet. Are you interested in playing the role of Adrian/Annie Wolfe once we start shooting? I think you're the perfect choice for the role. I've read the three books and I think they will make a great movie, maybe even for the big theaters." "You must be kidding. I have never been in front of the camera before, and to be honest, I don't think I can do it. Karl/Kari is a much better choice as he/she does commercials from time to time."...

“On the doorstep in the wee hours of the morning, Vic was kissing Ron goodnight and goodbye. Ron held him tightly with one arm while his free hand caressed Vic's buttocks through his satin skirt and nylon panties. Vic was fondling Ron's genitals with one hand, and one leg was bent upward from his knee, revealing his stilt heel and stretching his long skirt to the limit.”

I got off the train at Union Square and headed for Washington Square Park where I relaxed on a bench, pushed my hair behind my ears and clipped it in place with barrettes. My hair wasn't yet long enough to need this but it did add to the convincing "girl" impression that I was so easily creating. Then it was on to Eighth Street and the shops. A straw hat with a wide brim caught my eye. The brim was wide but not so wide that it couldn't be worn by a boy my age. I wore it out of the store. The...

For a moment he thought he'd misheard her. "I'm sorry," he answered, "I think I misunderstood what you just said." She was as serene as could be, coolly replying, "Which bit didn't you understand?" Adrian laughed to try and cover his embarrassment, sure that he had got things wrong again, and realizing that he would appear foolish and give her yet another chance to mock him when he questioned her words, but nevertheless he had to ask. "Did you just say that you want to turn me into a woman?"...

"I'm not actually a woman" Silence followed Lynn's rather incomprehensible revelation. "Hello?" she explored the silent line. "What do you mean?" hesitantly, Andy conducted his own puzzled exploration. "Well," she let it go, "you know how I could understand all you told about Viet Nam, how I could sort of anticipate some things you would relate. That's because I was there. I don't have a brother. I'm my brother. I'm not really a female, I'm just trying to be one." In spite of the thoroughness...

Shirley and Janice sent the rest of the afternoon and into early evening being extremely rude to Annabelle (ed.: the renamed husband), and humiliating her as much as they possible could. "Are you a prissy little tart?" demanded Shirley at one point. "Answer me." "Err... Yes Mistress", answered Annabelle, who was promptly told by Shirley. "For God's sake! Whoever heard of a girl with a deep voice like yours? Moderate it girl! Moderate it! Think girly thoughts and speak in a higher tone....