Chris thought that passing as a girl for his frat hazing and trying out for the cheerleader team would keep him out of trouble. Well it did. He actually became a cheerleader, got to join a sorority, and became a popular co-ed; after being diagnoses as a transgender, and receiving school sponsored injections of feminizing hormones, breast implants and some surgical feminization. His mom thought he deserved it all and told him as far as she was concerned he was now her daughter, until he had...

In book one, Chris, now Christina, and Chrissie to his/her friends had been labeled as a transgender boy to girl and found himself living and passing as a college co-ed and cheerleader. In part 2, he gets injections of estrogen. He didn't ask for it, but the nurse decided he needed estrogen and was injected before he could stop it. The chemical feminization of his body traps him even further in this life of a co-ed. His mom shows up to help but it is entirely too late. ...

Chrissie's Mom returns to help Chris with his girl's wardrobe provided in part by Chris's high school sweetheart. Chrissie is fitted for a prom dress and then a girl's wardrobe followed by a mother and daughter shopping trip to fully outfit him. Chrissie has to share it all with that old sweetheart, now his pen pal. Chrissie is so convincing as a girl that a closeted gay male friend, in need of a such a girl for show, forces Chrissie to be that for him. They begin dating&nbs...

In Book IV the mother of Chrissie�s boyfriend�s finds that Chris, this boy to girl, would make the perfect wife for her gay son and that he is the last chance she has of having a girl of her own to spoil. And so through her efforts Chris is strongly encouraged to remain a girl.She has Chris further feminized, with additional surgery, more training, and therapy to convince Chrissie that he wants to be a girl. Chris finds that he just loves being spoiled with the pampered girl�s life provided to...

From A Maid for Comeuppance: As soon as I left I went to find my housekeeper, Ruth Hamil. Laughing I said, “I think we just found the new maid we’ve been looking for.” “With all our special qualification?” She asked. “No, but he’ll soon have them. We’re going to teach the little shit in the other room a lesson he, I mean, ‘she’ll’ never forgot. She’s going to get a comeuppance she won’t soon forget,” I chuckled. Ruth’s question about, “special qualifications” was an important...

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Lazily, I wondered, I liked girls, but needed a boy for marrying purposes. Would it be possible to make a boy into something more acceptable to me? Gentler? More feminine? Would it be possible to have him docile and well  behaved, ALL the time, the way that all were before being handled? I thought of how Rayburn had to be milked twice. Certainly didn't want to get into the habit of multiple handlings. When I'd given him the apron, he'd protested - but weakly, as if he...

Half an hour later the two girls greeted Ruth's mother as she came home from work. Her warm smile and matter of fact greeting suggested that Chessie, a boy wearing and looking good in girl's clothes and makeup, was not something suspect. Chessie realized Ruth's mom was accepting her at face value. "Well, hello Chessie. Really so nice to meet you. Ruth's told me so very much about the new boy in school. I really didn't think anyone could be quite as talented as Ruth said you were. Now I see...

"Shana, you don't know what you're saying." He shakes his head again, goes to the counter for more coffee. "Look at what you're wearing, sweety. I picked it out for you. Red silk lounging pajamas. They look good on you. The pullover top is more feminine than masculine, the bottoms are kind of unisex. And there's nothing wrong with that. I think you should get more into the role, con­sciously being what you already are subconsciously." "And just what do you mean by that?" he demands. "Exploring...

"Shana, you don't know what you're saying." He shakes his head again, goes to the counter for more coffee. "Look at what you're wearing, sweety. I picked it out for you. Red silk lounging pajamas. They look good on you. The pullover top is more feminine than masculine, the bottoms are kind of unisex. And there's nothing wrong with that. I think you should get more into the role, con­sciously being what you already are subconsciously." "And just what do you mean by that?" he demands. "Exploring...

Shana leans closer, face at his hair. He feels her breath on his ear. "We'll talk about this later. Tell me more about the two boys who flirted with you in the park today." She rubs the slick dildo along his hardness. "It was nothing." "Were you flattered?" Shana works his cock slowly, waits but he says nothing. She squeezes his cock, prods his balls with the blunt tip of her dildo. "Tell me." "I was scared." "Why?" She resumes masturbating him. "The way they were looking at me. Afraid I might...

"In a way her misguided marriage to that pompous fool turned out to be a good thing for you."  "Really?" I say, watching as she crosses her leg, starts one bare foot swinging back and forth. Allegra's rather large feet compliment her height and robust figure. "You're so different than that man. I think that's why she married you. You're shy and unassuming, don't mind staying at home while she's out making her fortune. You are just what she needs, a man she can come home to, someone to...

His pulse races and he feels feverish, doesn't know why. Yet he is aware of a vague atmosphere of excitement. She looks into the bathroom and his eyes follow hers. Oh the tile floor, near the commode, is a pair of pantyhose and shiny gray panties. His throat is dry and he wants to speak but doesn't know what to say. Meredith leans down, busses his cheek, the touch feathery, tickling his skin. "I'm meeting clients this evening, take a shower and get changed." ...

Which was really put to a test when she produced Pinkie’s large, wide pink collar and snapped her leash on it. “I got this at Bark & Meow, and look I even saved Pinkie’s dog tag,” She said, and before I could say anything she had it on me and buckled. “Now here’s what’s interesting. When I picked it out the woman said, ‘Are you sure this is for a dog, it’s one of our biggest collars.” “I don’t know what you mean,”...

At night, lying between satin sheets in my soft nylon gown, I would hug a lacy perfumed pillow to my breast and envision ways to please my lover. Before drifting off, I would find myself speculating if she would like me in a particular dress or hairstyle as I planned my ensemble for the following day. Imagine a boy having such thoughts even though I hadn't been much of a boy these past seven months. Still, given my strange circumstance and my limited contact with...