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...

I couldn't believe the stinging pain of the first slap! Gasped, and tried to stop the whimper that rose in my throat. But it was no good. By the third hit I was crying and by the time I'd had my full spanking, I was weeping uncontrollably. "I'm sorrrrry!" I wailed when she let me up. "No Dennis. Not enough. I've asked you and asked you to try and behave properly. I thought the panties were working, but obviously you need a much stronger reminder. Get your clothes off, please?" Less than five...

This time the event had seemed almost business like. Sarah had virtually summoned him to the same parking lot and made it clear that he must be dressed and made up as Denise or face exposure as "the mystery girl". Her greeting had been abrupt, though the gleam in her eye was clearly lustful. She had led him on a brisk walk to the same path. Instead of womanly chit chat she had peppered him with advice to perfect his womanly walk and his voice. Denis had found his treatment humiliating, yet...

Oh the drive out to the mall I found myself looking at every girl we passed. but unlike the way I normally looked at girls, this time it was different. Instead of just admiring the pretty ones, I found myself studying them, checking out how their outfits worked together with their hair and make-up. Trying to imagine how they would look on me. I was amazed at how fast my mindset had changed. In just eighteen hours, I had gone from being shocked at the thought of wearing women's clothes, to...

From The Firebird... Madame Ollia poured me an aperitif, "You now know why I told you that things are not always what they seem. You recall I said that when I put you in panties and made you up. When I was in Paris, I performed many, many unusual services. There were those who fancied boys who could be girls. And it is not only a certain class of men who want their young girls with a penis but many, many women prefer to a loved by such girl-boys and to love them in so many...

Arn was more and more comfortable with the new androgynous role that he was falling into. The strappy sandals he wore had a thinker heel than he was used to. It was almost the low heel sort of thing that a junior high school girl might be allowed to wear to her first dance. to compensate for the heel he took shorter steps, placed one foot more in front of the other more than a boy would ordinarily. The studio was a large open space with art material at one end an photographic and lighting...

The welcome talk and the "win one for the Gipper" by upper class women really caught Annie's attention. For the moment she lost sight of what she had been and the struggles she and her mother had been through. She was caught up in the mystique of becoming, or at least giving the appearance of having become, a well bred, well trained young lady. The strolled the slate walks between the buildings that looked like a set for Masterpiece Theater. A tea was served on the lawn. The academic dean, a...

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Now, like I just said? There are humiliations and humiliations. But she was treating me like a child and a favorite, spoiled child at that. Of course I felt wrong - but it was almost as if I were reverting to childhood. It didn't make much sense to fight, so instead I found myself accepting what she was doing and cuddling into her in a childlike manner. Found my sentences becoming shorter and the words had less syllables as I retreated into her dominance. Cuddled into her in a sleepy way. I...

Late that afternoon Jimmy was summoned to Rita Ryker's office. Again he waited a log time before being ushered into her office. She paced the floor behind her desk. The afternoon sun streamed through the wall window highlighting her fiery hair, setting it aglow. Her knee length skirt stretched taut against round buttocks as she waked back and forth. He could see the backs of her legs reveailed through the skirt's real slit. "Sit down Jimmy, I've been thinking," she said, pacing, "about the...

I dressed for dinner in white shorts and a powder blue blouse. I tried eye liner and mascara. The effect was so incredible! My eyes looked so much larger, so much sexier, so very feminine.After breakfast we drove to a mall near a small town several miles away. AFter getting some training bras, we shopped for skirts, panties, slikps and blouses. Casual slothes are next: jeans, Bermuda shorts. There was one particularly pretty shirtwaist dress that I liked. I wore it home.As we...