"Hello, Meghan," She said, "What's a girl like you doing in a nice place like this?" "What?" Meghan said in question, turning to face Reed. "I don't know you." Reed smiled and shifted in the chair. "Well, I know you. Otherwise, how could I have called your name?" By that time Meghan was curious so she moved closer. All she saw was a young student, corduroy slacks slightly soiled, wool Mackinaw shirt, scuffed boots and a French beret. "Well, guy," she said finally. "You have me at a...

It hadn't taken Bobbi long to establish what our new relationship was to be. The morning after my 'demotion' I discovered that she expected me to run her bath, look our her clothes, help her dress - and become totally responsible for the upkeep of her clothes and person. I accepted this, somewhat unwillingly, but feeling that it was much too soon to be disobeying my sister's orders, I went along with Bobbi's demands. As I said she would occasionally join Elsa and me in the lounge at night...

You've Got Male - it all started innocently enough, for years I had been afraid to come out of my crossdresser's closet. That was about to change. Loving Change - how was it possible? Yesterday I had been a boy, a feminine boy with a love of dresses and makeup, yes, but today? Something had changed! Third Kiss - Michael is granted a third kiss by a mysterious woman and nothing is ever the same. ...

He opened his robe and had his suspicions confirmed, he was wearing a panty and a bra. He lifted is head to watch himself in the mirror. What he saw came as a shock, he looked just like Jack's wife, Margaret. "What have you done to me? Why have you given me the looks of your wife?" "That's a long story. For now we just settle with the fact that from now on you are she. Period. That's the way it's going to be from now on." "Where is Margaret?" "In this room. YOu see, you are Margaret. You will...

When Angie and Priscilla came back, their astonishment at my changed appearance was obvious. Both Denise and I wore full, frilled aprons with multi-colored floral patterns. I blushed, seeing Priscilla's somewhat disbelieving stare as she took in my apron with the large bow at the back, then my hair, which Denise had parted on a different side and held in place by a few judicious bobbi pins. I desperately hoped that they weren't too noticeable. I don't think that Priscilla noticed that my...