Continued objections on my part would do no good, and so I stayed dressed as I was, in her lingerie and dress. So she had me get up and showed me how to properly walk in high heels and how to properly maneuver in a long satin dress and had me practice until she though I had it right. She told me how to hold the folds of the dress to maneuver the long skirts and to walk in heels, one foot in front of the other, swaying from the hips. It was humiliating, though like everything else feminine,...

"You will be given a schedule of your duties as well as what uniform, wig, and makeup schemes to wear. Whether you are on duty or not you must always present a most feminine appearance and of course you must act accordingly. A sissy maid's deportment must be very proper, just like they taught you at Amazonia. You must always behave in a mincing, effeminate and coquettish manner." "Check your appearance in the mirror before beginning work, or before I take you to the doctor for your shots, the...

"What's wrong?" he asked with apprehension. Without replying, she spun him on the vanity stool so that he could see himself in her mirror. He saw a very pretty young girl staring back at him. He started in nervous surprise and embarrassment, then realized that the pretty young girl was himself! It had been ages since Connie had looked at himself in a mirror, especially not since he had been dressed as a girl by his doting parents. "Hey, that's me!" he exclaimed with amazement. "It most...

I stood in front of the mirror but it must have been angled as I couldn't see myself. I moved slowly in the mincing step I was trying to make and so did the pretty, blonde-haired girl in the mirror. I looked behind me to see where she was and then I looked back only to see Andrea's hand clutching the girl's. It hit me in a rush, then, well, a panic was more like it, 'she', the gorgeous shapely blonde in the mirror was me, David Evans."What, what have you done to me?" I croaked as I shuddered...

Even with no makeup I saw myself reflected as wholesome teenage girl, a little boyish perhaps, but unquestionably a girl, and an attractive girl for all that. I finished dressing under Mother's gentle supervision. She seemed to read my mind as she spoke. "Shellie, sweets, this may seem awkward to you but most girls really don't mind changing in front of their mother." I nodded even as I realized that if I were to live as a girl there would be situations that would challenge me, cause me...

A BEGINNER�S GUIDE TO CROSSDRESSING! A Non-fiction, how-to book bringing you lots of helpful how-to information. Learn to look your best, your most feminine. If it is your wish and desire to become the woman you are meant to be, Tricks of the Trade is the book for you. Whether it be full-time, frequently, rarely, or even just in your thoughts, Carollyn Olson will plot the course and get you on your way. You will likely discover aspects of...

"You were actually married to him?" another woman asked in disbelief. Whi9ch prompted Marsha to tell the story of my downfall and how I came to knock on her door one day. "Knowing you, it's hard to think you were ever married so someone, well, like him." a third woman scornfully remarked. "Yes well, I was, unfortunately, quite a different person then," Marsha said."I simply cant' imagine any real man accepting the position of his ex-wife's, what did you call him, your Lady's Boy?"...

One day, Shalia caught her brother wearing her clothes while their parents were away. Able to get into her things, he even wore bra and panties, as well as her high heels. Marveling as how easy he seemed to be able to walk in her shoes, instead of being upset, Shalia asked him why. Even wanting to know how come he did not have a girlfriend. Mennous did not have an answer. With tears of hopelessness and not of exposure, he simply said that he just wanted to be like his sister. This deeply...

A boy with strong feelings of femininity grows up on Montana;s macho world of cowboys, wranglers, cattle and pickup trucks. In his senior year he forgoes a trip  to Florida over spring break and travels to California to see a gender therapist. He subsequently moves there to continue seeing her. Shortly (s)he is contacted by a state investigator who is looking into his therapist's practice. He agrees to co-operate with her as he begins his transition. After finishing his cosmetology...

He wasn't a French maid after all; he was a plain ordinary maid and he looked real, that much I could tell at first glance. I didn't have a man in drag in front of me I had a plain looking woman wearing a traditional old fashioned maid's uniform. All my nervousness has gone and all of a sudden I felt elated. I liked what I saw. I decided to play along. I asked him to turn around slowly and I looked more carefully; blue dress and matching apron, pageboy wig, thick black pantyhose, two inch...

I had been waiting my chance. The handcuffs weren't too tight and I'd been clenching and unclenching my fist to make sure that my circulation wasn't impaired. It wasn't and if I had listened to the conversation between the three women, I'd been burning with shame and humiliation. I HAD to reaffirm my dominance over those sniggering females. I must admit that I've never been into physical violence, but they had just gone TOO far! Barbara had turned her back on me and I must admit that what I...

As time passes and puberty ensues, they become less accepting of his friendship and he is more and more alone. That is until one night, one of those original girl friends, Karen, notices that he has something about him worth befriending after all. Karen is an explorer of the boundaries of the human spirit and that is just what the budding Cass needs to find his true self...

It didn't take long before he was back with an apron and cap for me. "You going to give me any trouble?" She growled, twisting my earlobe some more. "Oh NO Miss Margaret!" I assured her. "Right then, get your apron and cap on!" Once I did, she had me adjust the cap a little bit then instructed me to follow her. I certainly wasn't going to argue. Must admit to feeling embarrassment as Nancy, Pearl, and James saw my humiliation as I followed behind a still-angry Margaret back to the bathroom. I...

It starts with the birth of two paternal twins, Edith and Edward, in 1907, however she was Edward in those days. As they matured and began puberty, Edward started to change, but not in the usual way as he began to develop breasts like his sister. What follows is how he came to survive in the much less understanding world of the early 20th century.

She held up her hand."Please don't try to snow me. I have it on first hand authority that you and your twin sister have been dressing alike since you were babies and I mean alike."Oh do tell me more!" Mr. Pristy chimed in."That was a matter of convenience," I interjected, ignoring him. "We were just kids and we had to war the hand-me-downs we were given and we had mo choice in the matter.""Ah, but that was then. This is now. Tell me that those trousers with the side ip and no packets you are...

I used Dorothy's can of hair depilatory on my thighs and legs. Didn't really think I needed it, but was surprised by the amount of hair at the bottom of the shower when I'd finished. Then I shaved under my arms. Again it wasn't an awful lot and I didn't really feel that much until I put on my panties, then the long slip. At that point I could hardly believe the sensory overload. Hurried into my kilt and heavy shirt and paraded around in front of a full mirror, sweating in fear that my...