My heart lurched within me as I saw what she had draped over the back of a chair. Through time, I'd learned that what she dressed me in when she wanted me 'femme' was an indication of what was in store for me. Whites, pinks, neutral colors? She just wanted to punish me. The undies draped over the chair were midnight blue.. I was in some trouble, but they were not black, thank God.

She put a finger under my chin and lifted my face up until she was looking straight into my eyes. "Charles? You and I are going into my closet. We are going to find clothes that may be of use to you. I expect no more nonsense. As a matter of fact? I want to see you in a skirt and blouse tomorrow morning - and a fresh apron of course - at breakfast. Do you understand me? If you have a problem with that request, I suggest you tell me about it, right now. Do you have a problem?" "I don't have to...

"I think Andrew's a lovely name, don't you Dorothy?" Mary said - and I started to cringe, having a premonition of what was coming. Wanted to shut her up, but held as I was in a vice like grip by her side, I could only pray I was wrong. Mummy looked puzzled. "Of course I like it Mary - I picked it after all. What on earth are you talking about?" "Edith told me that some of the ladies at his office are calling him Andrea. I told her that they shouldn't. Andrea's a girls name - and he's a boy!"...

She was speaking. "Now Billy? You have really lovely hands. Nice and plump and soft, but you're not showing them off to best advantage. Girls the same age as you are already way ahead of you in nail care. Now that you're knitting - and especially one I teach you to sew, you'll be dealing with much nicer and finer fabrics - I mean you wouldn't want to be snagging your nails on your nylons would you?" Sewing? Nylons? What was she talking about? But I couldn't think. Was completely lost,...

Bill, on the other hand, was totally confused. Had absolutely no way of understanding what had transpired. Yes, in many ways, the last few hours had fallen well within his all-time fantasies - yet something was agley. His backside still stung and he was constantly reminded of what he was wearing under his shirt and pants. Little tightnesses here, the soft frisson of shirt against satin there, the tug of the panty legs on his upper thigh, the tightness of the camisole across his back - and what...

I drifted into effeminacy as effortlessly as a feather floating downstream on a river. What else could I do? I suppose that, maybe, I had had latent tendencies in that direction but in the weeks that followed, as I became used to sharing a bedroom with a girl - and yes, I did end up sharing the bed with her - she certainly didn't see me as any danger to her, and I guess I started seeing myself as Cindy and Susan saw me - a sissy.And tell me. What do you do when the girl you love brings home...

Alice grinned at me as I arrived back at our station. "Morning Danae. You look very flustered. What's been going on in there?" I couldn't hold it to myself. "She's asked me to her house this evening!" I whispered excitedly. "Ooooh! I'm so jealous!" she giggled. "What are you going to wear?" "She said to make it casual - but... but... she wants me to wear my new shoes!" She thought for a second. "I've got a skirt I could lend you that would be perfect with them! Want to borrow it?" "I can't...

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,...

How did Raven know so much about men who wanted to explore their own femininity? Raven had always known. Her brother was that way and she helped him achieve his feminine goals. Today her brother was a happy man, was married to an understanding woman. Their marriage was open, and her brother's wife was free to engage in extramarital affairs. She always came back to her fem hubby. The two of them were very happy.Raven could recommend Dr. Kerry Ashburn, a sexual therapist. Who was knowledgeable...

In Hussy in the Hamptons Michael gets a job in a big department store and is assigned to work in the cosmetics department. Despite the challenges of being considered gay in such a position, he is spotted by one of the owners of the store, a young a very attractive woman, Cindy. It soon becomes clear that Cindy is going to really like Michael, but only if he becomes more and more feminine. In Something about a Sailor Marne is a young man working at a low level office job when he meets one...

But there was a problem. I hadn't said it to Katherine, but I was worried at how feminine I looked: what with my tight pants and my glistening, though uncolored fingernails, it was only a matter of time, I feared, before someone mistook me for a girl. I guess the people who saw me most often, my classmates, didn't notice because the changes to my appearance came so gradually, like my lengthening, softening hair. My fingernails too were lengthening since Melanie insisted that I must neve clip...

"Damn it all, I have the right to be me. I don't care what anyone else thinks." she grasped her narrow waist, ran her hands over her hips, "Lots of real girls wish they can look as good as I do right this second and I don't even have makeup on or a girdle or a padded bra or anything." Her smile became more confident as she turned to admire her small but shapely tush, so perky under he tight shorts. A frown. "Oh God! Suppose he doesn't like me this way! Suppose he thinks I'm just an arrogant...

That damned collar around my neck chaffed! Not only that, the woman who was pulling me along now was none too gentle. "What's you're name again?" she asked over her shoulder as she led me along. "Tom," I said. "Don't be so fucking ridiculous! That's a man's name! What's your real name?" "Tom. Honest. You see, I'm just doing this because..." "Blah fucking blah! I'll ask you one more time! If I don't get a sensible answer this time, it'll be the worse for you. Now - what IS it!" "They've been...

An Aptitude for the Job by Bea � Alan is in a lingerie store with his wife, when the shop keeper realizes that the poor boy is on the wrong side of the gender fence. Dear Charles by Bea � Told as a first person dialog, this tells the story of our Dear Charles�s subjugation by his wife and coworkers. Making the Boss a Bitch by Trish Shaw - Kind of just what it says. A secretary discovers, to her amazement, that she is a dominant and her boss is not! Discovering Bobby by Franz Schein � The story...