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...

It did not happen right away, actually doing something on his own initiative, but all the same, Gordon was hooked into femininity from the moment that he could not turn his face away from the mirror. Head firmly held in place by Lark's head buried in the other side of his neck, Gordon was forced to view how pretty he looked. He could have closed his eyes in disgust at how easily feminine he could appear. But just as with his previous extramarital affairs, a pretty face always drew his...

One day, in walked Mrs. Aurora Spillane and my life changed forever. Such a large commanding woman Few women have the aura of Aurora. When she enters a crowded room heads turn. Everyone takes notice of her statuesque beauty, that sensual demeanor. She fairly exudes sex. It is like she subconsciously conveys promises of things forbidden and terribly sexual. Aurora Spillan used to make my palms sweat. Her deep dark eyes would bring a blush to my cheeks, redden my pale complexion and almost...

Then later, when I came home from Aurora's still dressed, her and auntie insisted I wear the girl's clothes home. Aunt Martha stopping at the Antique Warehouse and Buster catching me sitting outside in the van, complimenting me on how I was dressed. How pretty I looked... My aunt stalling, encouraging me to go for a ride with Buster. My dear aunt who had once caught us in a dark aisle of the stockroom wnem Buster was coming on to me. Suddenly there I was with Buster, coming back from that...

The criminalist stands passively beside the compartment. Steinberg watches her face as he uncovers the body from the neck up. Seeing the ghostly pale face register's on the tall olive-skinned woman. Her dark eyes crinkle and her lip quivers. The other woman, taller and skinny, turns away, them moves to the olive-skinned one, hugs her, whispers something in her ear. Steinberg glances at Donatello, who is watching from the other side of the roll-out refrigerated compartment. She says nothing,...

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I then asked Quent about the time we coincidentally got a string of cases. The "catch-'em-in-the-act" divorce proof cases. It was almost as if it was declared open season to dump your spouse. But you needed your local rent-a-cop to validate or invalidate - the pre-nuptial agreement... As it was, the guy (ed. that I had been assigned to follow) was a nomad. He didn't have one steady mistress, always picking up a willing first date partner. He was that smooth. I could easily...

"Pre-colored glue-ons honey." Anne chuckled once she had gotten her breath back and seeing my reaction. "I'll file them down in a while." she contorted herself until she sat on the edge of the bed and said with a smile of anticipation. "Go and wash your face and then come back and sit at my dressing table. I'm going to really pamper you and see just how good looking a slut I cam make you into." She was already removing her sodden panties, and looked up clucking. "Now honey! Not next week, get...

I started to pant in fear. "Please ladies? Don't make me to this. Please?" Sandra patted my arm comfortingly. "Oh - for goodness sake little sissy Denny. We've no intention of making you change into your pretty new sissy outfit right at this minute - not if you don't want to! That is way beyond our supervisory capacity or authority! We'll just wait until everybody else comes in and we'll take a vote! I'm pretty sure that things will go our way. Then we'll make you! So it's up to you. Why don't...

She stretched for something on the dresser table, then was back over on top of me again. She laid some things on the bedcover. Picked something up. "Mm..Mmm..Mm" she crooned - and started applying makeup on my face. "Please Enid? Don't do this. Please?" "Oh for goodness sake!" She muttered impatiently. "You know I like my girl to look pretty. Just wait a minute or two. Would you?" I tried again. "Please don't Enid. I've done everything you wanted." "Of course you have darling. But that's how...

"Oh WOW! That is a lot of things I never realized. Wait a minute, does this mean I can live like girl from now on Aunt Vera? What about school? What about athletics in school? But I will still be a boy, down there. Well you know what I have in my panties. I can't have real breasts like other girls, can I?" "Richard... Rita, I have a doctor that told me that can all be changed too. With surgery, you could be a real girl in every way." "Aunt Vera, please don't tease me." "You can really be Rita....

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"I really should spank you, you know. Put you over my knees and take your pants down. Give you some smacks! Think I should?" She was giggling a little. Finally, I found some backbone. "This is ridiculous! I am a tenured professor at an acclaimed college! You are just a girl! I demand respect! You will not be treating me in this manner!" With practically no effort, her arm, around me tightened. I was lifted, and swung around to sit on her lap. "I am going to be kind to you dear, though you...