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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...

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...

The office staff, which was predominantly women, got used to his fem dress, the affectations, treated him as another woman. That's what he thought anyway. He remembered when he was first hired in at Ryker Financial Services, how few males worked there. He'd felt out of place. Now, he was glad the workforce was comprised of nearly all women. What if more men did work here? What if one of them came onto him? How would he handle that? Indeed, what would Rita Ryker think about him getting...

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...

"I really don't like my sister, or her husband, and I just couldn't bear being away from you for so long, Isn't there some way I could stay?" He begged. "That's option two. Again I would say that we've separated. then a few weeks after you pretend to have left, one of your nieces comes to live with me..." "You mean you want me to pretend to be a niece? but I could never pass as a girl if that's what you mean," he protested. "Unfortunately Glen, if the doctor's right, there's at...

"I'm Wanda Green the soccer coach and I need a small favor from you."I couldn't imagine what the soccer coach would want with me, particularly in view of the fact that I was probationary member of the cleaning staff."What is it?" I inquired. "I was informed that you played soccer in high school, right?""Yes," I answered."Well two of our goalies are down with a bug. the third is a rookie that I do not have a lot of confidence in. Would you be willing to take the place of one of the girls" We...

"Good! So listen up! When I first married your dad, I hadn't a clue about transvestites and I really felt stupid once I discovered that your did was on. After a while, I started doing a lot of research and covered a lot of ground. While I was doing this I discovered that a lot of transvestites are submissive - very submissive. You know what submissive means?""Do as you are told?""Very good dear! The only thing is that in this case a transvestite is submissive to women. He not only likes being...

The voice of Madame Ahmad from the kitchen brought them back to reality. "Girls have you finished unpacking? We need some tea please and the pizzas will be here in half an hour so you can prepare the table in the dining room.""We'll be there in a minute Madame," both answered in unison, as they tied their half white aprons on. Lita couldn't suppress a smile looking down at her apron. She couldn't forget that this little piece started everything and brought her to a foreign and exotic country...

If I had thought that there was nothing left to embarrass me, I was wrong. She carried me into the bathroom and washed my face with cool water and removed the slight swelling around the eyes. Then, she carried me into the bedroom and had me put my baby dolls on again. I protested when she led me over to the bench in front of the mirror, but it was futile. "I'm not putting on much, so SHUT up!" she said casually, starting to apply makeup to my face.She was true to her word. Didn't put a great...

My last memory was of sitting on that gurney and getting a shot. I began to wonder if the company in New Orleans, Mistress Marlene and that odd old woman had all conspired to do this to me.What was I going to do now? I wondered as I waited patiently for the doctor to come in and talk to me. How was I going to explain this to my parents? What was the "employment" Mistress Marlene had talked about? A thousand and one things were going through my mind when the door to the room opened... ...

"So Phillip Morgan, I see you are wanted by the police. Good thing I found you before they did. Prison is such a horrible place for a pretty boy like you."I said nothing as she continued to grin at me. To her left she held up my attache case. 'Nice bundle of cache you have here, Phillip. Mattress money? Poker winnings? No? What then? Perhaps your share of a jewelry store heist?"I said nothing as she dropped the case and leaned forward. She had a very menacing look on her face. I wasn't sure...

After putting my hair in a ridiculously outdated style that belonged in the 50's, I wobbled out to where the other two brides stood dressed identically to me."First you will have to stand. Toes and heels together, hands folded in front of you, heads bowed. Eyes fixed on the tips of your shoes like proper submissive wives. Now you'll learn how to curtsy. Grasp your skirts daintily using only your thumbs and forefingers. As you curtsy you will place your left foot precisely behind the right. As...

I knew all too well the picture I made as she left. While we'd searched for a ribbon, she'd gone into one of mummy's lingerie drawers and pulled a pair of lacy pink panties. "Here," she said. "Put these on. Can't have you walking about with no underwear. It's not ladylike."I hadn't argued, just slid them up my legs under by apron as she beamed her approval. So there I stood in my swirling, feminine apron, satin panties on my derriere, my hair braided into a plait and tied with a large pink...

Tabby had sensed that under all his macho stridings Ivor was very very femme. He also sensed that the youth was aware of these needs.Ivor washed the windshield of the car that Tabby shared with Crystal. He stared at tabby who was in girl mode. Tabby drove the car to the air pump and took the gauge from the glove compartment. Getting out of the car was a deliberate and seductive act designed to transfix Ivor and bring him under control. Tabby squatted, thighs apart, giving ivor a steady view of...