To explain, when we graduated high school and went away to college, there was no question about our living arrangements. We would live together. Period. Our parents weren't too thrilled about that arrangement, so to pacify them, we agreed to get married. Two weeks before the end of high school, Carolyn knelt before me one night at her parents' home and formally asked me to marry her. "Do the honor of becoming my wife," as she put it, then slipped a huge diamond onto my third...

From Rush Time: Instead of a cheap set of falsies, Terry, a nice affable blonde, took a great deal of care in checking my bra, made me take the bra off and then affixed the better grade of false breasts with adhesive. Then I was allowed to put my lingerie on, with her turning her back to provide me with some modesty. That gave me surprise number two - the lingerie was of a much nicer quality than I was used to.

It soon became clear that Kevin liked his girl time better than his boy time. As a boy he was very much neglected by the rest of his family, his three older brothers got all the attention. He never received any gifts designed for a boy, all his boy things were things he inherited from his brothers. He even had to wear the clothes they had grown out of. Dressing as a girl never occurred outside the close family. His brothers liked to have a sister around and they treated Kate as if she was a...

Mim asked me to bring a few of her things over. I left a note for my father, dressed and followed Mim's instructions on what to bring to her after I pulled her car into our driveway. I was vaguely excited as I handled the petticoat and dress from her closet. An open bottom girdle, unopened packages of stockings, and a few bras, panties and garter belts joined the dress and petti in the small overnight valise. No wonder girls like things like this. They can't help feeling beautiful and sexy...

She stopped me again with her hand and said in a very strict manner now, "Now listen to me girl, you must realize you are entering the world of cleaners and maids and lowly domestics that usually are exposed to police controls and harassment, but this is exactly what I have been trying to tell you all along, you have to feel to your skin. What it means to be a lowly laborer, a domestic, a cleaner. You have to feel to your skin what it means to be afraid that the police might catch you and find...

She paused for a sip of tea. "His crossdressing started about the age of four when he decided one day that he wanted to be dressed like Iris. I thought that was a cute idea, so I indulged his fantasy. At first, it was just a sometimes thing, but as he grew older, it became a habit, a habit that I tried to break, with no success, as you know. "I came home from synagogue one day and found him dressed from the skin out in some of Iris's best clothing. I paddled his rear end good, but it did no...

So long as the money kept rolling in to finance my hobby, as Allison called it, I was happy. Of course, the breast augmentation was a flamboyant thing to do. But Allison had goaded me into it. She had told me that Paul wouldn't go out with her "flat-chested" friend any more. And I had really liked Paul and thought that he had liked me. He had liked kissing me, I was sure of that.

It was initiated by his wife Joan, her girlfriend and beautician Doris, and the proprietor of the local ladies Queen Size clothing store, Mabel. Joan and the girls just found it great fun to change John into Janice, a cute boy-girl, dress him completely as a girl, make him up as a girl, have him act as a girl and have him actually hold down jobs as a girl. While John at first did not like being subjugated as a girl, he learned to enjoy his new status and after a while he found his predicament...

He looked good when dressed up, and had no problems walking the streets of Hollywood as a woman. He had done that several times already, poking at people who snickered at Larry. He loved to walk among them, and many times he had heard them talk about him in a quite negative manner. If they only had known that the person they were talking about was sitting next to them, hearing everything they said.

She stared right back at me, humor dancing in her twinkling eyes, taking me in as I was her. She saw a male of fifty-one years who stood a shade under six foot and weighed a hundred sixty pounds. I have salt and pepper hair that hangs to the middle of my back, hazel eyes (I wear contact lenses), pierced ear lobes (!) and clear, unblemished skin all over. No, not electrolysis, as you might think, but some sort of childhood disease that took most of my hair from neck to toe. The only hair I have...

To begin with, women scared me. My mom was the only one who seemed to know what made me tick, but the aggressive types who were now finding ways to meet me? They were exactly what I wanted, but I had enough sense to stay away from them. I'd really looked at my grades. They were not good in any way, shape, or form. With them as they were, I might pass, but by the skin of my teeth. If you think I was dumb enough to pass up what was mysteriously being offered? Boy, you're wrong again! ...

I shivered as I thought of all the men who had propositioned me that evening seeing only the gorgeous young woman I had become, the Halloween Queen, as selected by the male judges, no doubt influenced by Melinda. I wished that I could have been in my living room then. I could almost feel the light skirts swirling about me, I could feel the tight bodice and my arms so loosely wrapped in gosamer. I could feel myself dancing with someone strong and masculine like Kevin who hugged me and kept his...

Kevin accepted the drink and drank it straight down. One minute later he lay unconscious on the bed. This was the time Torunn and Helen stepped in and took a good look at him. They knew what was about to happen, and didn't feel sorry for him at all. They dressed down to their lingerie like Vicky and her friend Sandra and started working on Kevin. First they shaved off all his body hair to make him as smooth as possible. Torunn took out some props she had brought from the studio and the...

"Do you remember when one of those jerks said I made him look bad? Well, it was because he realized he was mistaken about me; mistaken like you are now. Sure, I'm pretty and I've always been very girlish but I'm a boy, at least officially. Oh, I know I look like a girl but legally I'm a boy.? That explained that strange sense of foreboding, that feeling that I shouldn't be getting turned on by Teddy. Despite the prevailing values of the fifties I wasn't about to bolt which surprised me. Maybe,...

"You're a guy," said Sean Unger as I sat on the end of my bed in my late mother's rustling, blue, cocktail dress and slipped the blue high heels over my stocking feet, crossing my nylons as I did so. My brunette, pageboy hair flowed about my face and my earrings jiggled against my neck as I fitted the woman's shoes to me. I could barely look at Sean, so afraid and nervous was I, as he studied my femininely made-up face. His eyes gleamed as he looked at the red lipstick I had chosen to wear...

Bob blushed deeply once more and tried to hide it by bringing his cup of coffee to his mouth, feeling that Jennifer could read him like an open book. He managed to regain control and said in a rather meek voice, "But what am I supposed to do?" "It is very simple really, you are going to assume all house responsibilities, cleaning, cooking, ironing, shopping like any housewife would do and both Anita and I intend to help you in the beginning. All you need is common sense and practicality and I...