"Are you ready to go?" Mr. Antrobus called/ "Ready as I'll ever be,' Howard answered, and stepped through the door. Mt. Antrobus stood a few paces away, looking him up and down. "...if you really want me to go like this?" Howard stood back to give him the full view. "Yes, of course." Antrobus replied. "You scrub up rather well." "I'm not sure what you want, but I look like a boy dressed up in his sister's clothes." Howard took a deep breath. "Is this what you intended?" "I have no idea...

"So Frank, you want me to be your - uh - your dominatrix?" Rebecca inquired."I think that is what it will take," Frank told her."You realize I have zero experience in this?""I'm sure you can do it. The basic concept is simple to grasp.""All right, then. I'll be right back."Rebecca grabbed some of her men's clothes - dull and drab, khaki trousers and a shirt of similar color. She went behind one of the two flimsy screens that served as the dorm room's only safeguards for privacy while dressing....

(After the dance, in his bedroom cleaning up from his appearance as a witch)I couldn't concentrate. Greg filled my mind. I hadn't thought about the sex thing with any seriousness. I know how I felt as he said those things to me. I was certain he knew who I was."I'm not girlfriend material," I told myself sternly, yet I knew that there was a new power in the makeup and the feelings beginning within me."If I can be a witch, I wonder if Karen can make me a prom queen as well." I pictured myself...

"You had me fooled," Melissa said as she kissed him on both cheeks. "What happened? Silly question; I can see what happened, but why?""I got fed up," Carla replied. "I hate being a third rate drag queen, so I decided that I had to either run away altogether or go back to being a female impersonator.""But you can't hide that hair and those nails," Melissa held his hand and touched his hair. "I don't intend to," Carla said. "I learned a long time ago that it was easier to stay in character than...

Denise, yes she had to be her, as best as she could, these horrible days, shuddered and told 'Uncle Jacque' she'd kill him if she ever found him in her bed. He'd laughed, or leered, it could have been called, at his pretty 'niece' in her frilly, bouncing waitress 'uniform'. Yes. a man might discover her, DEnise, and have his way with her. It could be her uncle, as if she was a woman, and then... Sooner or later, that someone, his hands inside her panties, would think of 'her' as the degenerate...

"Well you know how such a day should end," Richard said as Denise clicked and rustled to the barracks door in her dance dress and high heels. Captain Turner stopped and pulled her off the path, out of the of the light. "The last test," he said, not knowing of the beery kisses she had endured earlier. Richard then kissed Denise on her lips, but it was quite unlike the earlier kisses. This was done with intent, by someone who knew that Denise was really Ken.Denise was terrified, hardly knowing...

"You, you're Edward Jackson." I told Belinda Lee hesitantly as I brushed out my hair and put on the earrings she had set out for me in the bedroom. Then she had me assist her in changing the sheets on the bed I had slept in with her brother. I felt so funny about that and so domestic as Belinda and I tidied up the bed and made it new, clean and presentable. We girls put frilled pillowslips on the pillows and a clean nightie and pyjamas on the bed as if I was going to be there again that night,...

I shivered as I thought about that, being accepted as a woman. It had seemed to come so easily, especially since the constant attention of electrolysis, wax and other depilatory creams by Barb. I still felt I had to wear foundation to cover my face but Barb insisted that I shouldn't, given the short time I was doing the work we did. I hadn't shaved, except for my legs, since that first time of being a 'drag queen'. My legs I did every second day whether they needed it or not.Giselle made me...

Females in that era (the last half of the 1800's) all wore corsets to cover, shape, and support their bust and midriff. While Daniel was rushing to get covered by those bloomers, Natalie was selecting a corset for him to wear. The twins easily controlled Daniel by grasping his ears, while they instructed hmi on what moves to make. The order was to slip quickly into the corset, and fasten the front closure clips.Nancy, secured his hands to the metal footboard while Natalie was deftly lacing...

As Casey was cleaning, Rodney was in the AV room putting the finishing touches on his program.He's coming along better than I expected. I really liked how he tied that blue dress shirt into a bow knot under his chest and cuffed the sleeves above the elbows. Even wearing white tennis shorts with his hair tied off in a high pony tail. Giving him that iPod was sheer genius. It's really re-enforcing my main program. I need to go over that new programming now, he thought switching on play."Suzie...

I had never worn women's clothes when the sons of Belial attacked me. That came later, almost 5 years later. True, youths sometimes tried to get me to wear them - in hope, I feared, of committing the sin of Sodom with me - but I refused them. They did not press the matter too far, for the two sons of Belial, Juan and Arturo, had made my axe and pitchfork as well known as my girlish pretentions. Not until I was almost 19 years old did I appear in women's clothing as Aldonza. ...

It was Robert. I just stared at him, gobsmacked, at first. Finally I found my voice. "Robert, what are you doing here?" I asked. "Hi. Well, I called in to see Aunty actually, but I have to confess I was also hoping to see you. You look stunning." I put my hands to the front of my skirt. "What, I'm just in my work clothes." I told him. "You could wear a bin liner and you would still look amazing, but, honestly, you look great. I've tried to find you at work before, to thank you for coming with...

Breanne went off, with a more pronounced sway in her walk now she was attending the Del Monte Charm School with Ellen. At times, I was sure neither of our new 'girl reporters', ever thought about what they were - so much were they into being 'girl reporters'. They always had to have their makeup perfect, smiling prettily to everyone they met. They were confident, from the first, in their femininity, so unlike me. Men were their willing sources on all kinds of stories. I wondered what would...

"...Do you know why those guys who beat you up are so afraid?""I was the one who was afraid. Do you think other people see me as a threat? That maybe, I'm going to expose them for some totally awful sin or whatever? Tough thought but I've never had sex, guy or gal, so am really not qualified. What are you getting at?"Dale relaxed and sipped from his wine glass. "There is a sort of club, very informal. They are known on campus as the 'Quiet Legion'. You see them often without actually...

Our classifieds were changing. 'Mrs. Roberts, the widow of Dr. Roberts', whom Bonnie said she'd visited as a kid, 'wishes to announce the forthcoming marriage of her son, Kenneth and Sharon Tolman, of Upland Raybold. A bridal shower for Kenneth will be held at Sylvester's on 4 December with the nuptials on 11 December, Judge Emily Cortwright presiding. Open reception at Sylvester's. All classmates of the happy couple invited.Bonnie studied that for a while before saying, "That's Kendran! She's...

Gerald had learned that to please Diane, he had to do what he was told. He didn't mind. Life was exciting and he was turned on by the challenge of both being constantly embarrassed. and not allwoing anyone to notice that he felt so."You like being turned into my plaything," she had told him when their relationship was starting, and sure enough each challenge, each additional humiliation, fed into his need to serve her. He tried so hard to appear like a normal woman, but she wouldn't allow it...