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...

"Exactly! And to be quite honest, I think that if you could remain subservient to her, she might like the idea enough to have you stay on." "I see what you are saying," I said, "but I don't want to sound suspicious, but why are you being so nice to me?" She shook her head vigorously. "You've got it all wrong. Susie's not only my employer, she the best friend I ever had. She's got the makings of being a very successful writer, but in my opinion has terrible hangups as far as you're concerned....

Vera pursed her lips. Stared at me. "David? I know you don't know me but please? Don't countermand my instructions or orders again. Is that clear?" My mouth went suddenly dry. I nodded. "Very good!" She said. "Now. Carmine was telling me that you're very good around the house? Margaret and I decided to buy... A sort of... Introductory? Present for you." At these words, Margaret handed the paper parcel to me. I took it. "But... You didn't have to do that..." I said starting to open it. Oh god!...

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....

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...

Geri and I assumed that crossdressing is addictive somehow, even to most guys who were not already gender-dysfunctional. For some, it becomes and stays just a fetish with something like panties, stockings or shoes. That there are those who do go all the way though. That Gordon would be hooked but good, if he passed. But damn! Sure, I was only sixteen when he was more-or-less around, when he wasn't fucking around. And a few years later, after I served my hitch, there was that one party we had...

"But how can I pass myself off as a girl?" Vicki smiled as she buzzed Marilyn. I followed Marilyn to what seemed like a small beauty parlor. She put a pink smock over my clothes and seated me facing away from the mirror that covered one wall. "Just relax and leave everything to me." She began to do my makeup! After my hair was combed and sprayed in fair imitation of a pixie cut. Marilyn turned my chair to the mirror. I was suddenly convinced that Vicki Fairmont wasn't totally mad and that I...

A few hours later I sat in my office trying to concentrate on pulling together my marketing scheme for a new client who as about to import an environmentally friendly brand of coffee from Brazil. I was almost entirely dressed in Diane's clothes, yet each item could pass for male apparel. Every time I moved some novel sensation reminded me of this humiliating truth. The corset restricted every breath. I was light-headed for lack of oxygen. Over it was a pearl colored shirt, which could pass for...

I feel like a doll on display. It's terribly humiliating but there seems nothing I can do about it. I'm back in the parlor and the windows have grown dark. There is still a fire on the hearth and Mrs. Spillane and my aunt Martha are teasing me. It's about the clothes I wear. I couldn't very well get back into my wet clothes so I'm wearing a long terrycloth robe that goes to my ankles. It's a girl's robe and that's not so bad. Some of those things look unisex enough. It's what I wear underneath...

I long to see my sister, but I'm afraid after discovering the new me she will be disappointed. Better for Lynette to picture the old Layton as long as possible. Yes the new me. Alone in my room I stand in front of the full length mirror wearing only panties, notice faint tell tale tan lines where I've worn a string bikini top. Under my panties I have a tan line too. the small bulge in the panel betrays my reality. I've found it very difficult to remain tucked. That only seems to work when my...

"You were raised for this you know." "What?" "Being a girly-boy. Didn't your aunt dress you when you were smaller?" "Yes but it was all innocent fun. And she's not really my aunt." "Hah! You're more suited to dresses and panties than cotton undershorts and blue jeans." She is right of course. Maybe I do look a little like Gwyneth Paltrow. I am girlish but I don't swish like some fairy. Buster saw this in my long ago, tried to bring me out. Made me touch him in the shadows of the warehouse....

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"I told you, give me a chance to finish and to explain everything. You're selling me short if you think you wouldn't pass as a woman! And to get to the point and cut the crap, the only real question is whether you've got any qualms about handling a guy and dealing with his cock. If you think you couldn't do it, well, that's a shame, because we could make a fortune. but if you can see the whole thing as just a business and a way to earn a living, give it a try! It's not so difficult to spend...

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...