"Would mummy love me if she had had a baby girl?" "As I told you, deep down she does love you, only she is not showing it." James started to cry. "I want my mummy to love me and kiss me, grandma." This was it. Nan now had James in her hands. She could now lead him from the path he had strayed onto, to the path to girlhood. "There may be a way, James. It is going to take a lot of courage on your part. I don't know even if I should suggest it James." "Oh please Grandma. I want my mummy. I want...

Nan Crowley, a grandmother obsessed by the fact that she had no sister, daughter, or granddaughters in her life, set about to change her grandsons into granddaughters. So far she has been successful, as her grandson Ian Crowley is now Jenni, who was castrated to preserve his/her female voice for the singing career she was about to undertake. When Jenni was fifteen, she was sent to Thailand for the full sex change operation. We have moved a number of years forward and Rosemary Crowley, who was...

"I'm kinda sorry we didn't wait to do all this when he was awake Doc. It would have been so much more fun to see his reactions as we changes him for good," she said as she sat at the kitchen table. "Probably so Julie, but it would have been difficult to keep him still enough so we could get all that done. As it is, we will have the pleasure of seeing him react to his new and improved image." Doc said with a smile as they drank some more cocoa.

Continued from 761: Things have only become more complicated for Lady Sherrene, formerly the boy named Dedrick.While she has become even more beautiful, if such is possible, she has also become more embroiled in the growing conflict in her native land. She falls in with a travelling theater company all of whose actresses' are really men and quickly becomes their mentor and idol. Not only does Sherrene have to try to help the 'girls' achieve femininity, she also has to figure out how to use her...

It seems that everything and everyone is against her as the fighting between rival nations becomes intense and she finds herself in the middle of all the conflict. Even her love life becomes entangled in the intrigue when she falls in love with the handsome Count Torthard. Can a Count ever love a boy-girl like Sherrene, even with her ability to make potions that make a man want a woman?

Suburbs hide many secrets, some quite sordid, behind their placid exteriors. Westcliffe is no exception. In one stately mansion, a pair of lusty lesbians pretend to be spinster sisters while just down the street, a successful lawyer's beautiful trophy wife conceals from the public the fact that she once walked the streets as a prostitute who was born male. And what about the wealthy society matron whose young daughter is actually her son? Yes, the manicured lawns and well-maintained homes...

He was not consciously aware of the subliminal instructions or the split-second pictures that flashed on the screen. The instructions said over and over, "You are a sissy. You love wearing silky and frilly clothing. You admire and obey dominant women... Watch the picture. Become the pictures. You are a sissy."

Pompadoro's Place is a clearing house for TS/TG candidates on their way to the local surgery clinic. Here, Robyn and Joni both TG candidates, fall in love. Despite the honest efforts of many to dissuade them, Robyn is successful; Joni decides to await the outcome before deciding what to do. It is a madcap running tale with Jemi Creech, the hippie musician throwback, Max Pompadoro, the horny road house owner, Jocelyn Pip the sexologist and a cast of TV and TG characters. ...

When Eddie Johnston was unfaithful to his wife Leticia with her best girlfriend and bridesmaid, Priscilla, he opened a hornets' nest. Not only did he upset Leticia but her mother Samantha as well; and their revenge was swift. Samantha, along with her lesbian lover, was quick to make body changes to Eddie, who was to become Esmerelda, and slave to his wife Leticia. Leticia, now with prompting from her mother, became a dominatrix and dominated "Esmerelda."

"Close your eyes and open your mouth," she ordered in a stern voice.The tone of her voice surprised me. She had not spoken sharply to me all evening until now. Then she pressed a lipstick tube to my lips and smoothed the makeup on. I opened my eyes as she pressed the tube once in each cheek and smoothed the makeup around for a blush look."Don't say a word, I know exactly what you like, sissy boy," she said as her arm tightened around my neck.She sprayed my neck with some very sweet perfume and...

As I hurried out the kitchen door, I looked toward the east. A big, fat full moon sat comfortably just above the horizon so David had been right about one ting at least, tonight was a full moon kind'a night. I unlocked the door and pulled it open. As I pulled apart the plastic that David had draped across the entrance and entered the garage, David giggled.My first thought was that I'd been had, big time. "Son-of-a-bitch!" I swore. "Ass hole, I was seriously worried about you..." I never...

Their love making was frantic, more like two teenagers in the back seat of a car, having an illicit encounter, but no less sweet for all of that. It simply had to be done before either of them could talk and talk they did, entwined in each other's arms a short time later. "You knew that Nan would bring out my MIsty?" FRed said agast at the idea."No. to be perfectly honest, I was horrified when that happened I'm so sorry dearest Freddy that you had to endure that. AT least you know what I go...

"I haven't told you everything about me," she began. "I was born into a gypsy family. They knew from an early age that I possessed special talents. My mother was a beautiful woman and very mysterious. When I reached the right age, she showed me many fascinating things. One of them was the ability to look into the core of someone's being. As they say, the eyes are the windows to the soul. That's more than just a saying. It's a truth. That was perhaps the most valuable gift I got from my mother....

It was like a dream or a nightmare: My hand went to my throat. My voice was that of a flute, each note high but charmingly musical. The heat from the fire now rode across naked flesh for in an instant I was nude. Flesh attached to my chest wobbled as I reacted by covering my crotch. I mewed like a kitten as my fingers found and searched a slit between my legs that bloomed with rich fluids that wet silky soft jet-black pubic hair.

...I scrambled out of bed and pulled off my tunic. Even in the dim light of the lantern I could see I had curves where I never had curves before. My hips and amazingly flat stomach were very feminine but very alien to me. I yanked the bandages wound around my torso and threw them to the floor. My once hirsute body was now virtually hairless, but that wasn't what grabbed my attention.I had breasts!"Oh my god! It can't be!"

It was four weeks before Jack became Jacqueline, the new barmaid at the Golden Keys public house near Waterloo Station, London. In that time Martha had given him deportment lessons and coaching to soften his voice; she had also taken him to a theatrical supplier in London where she had bought some of her frocks. The mature, rotund lady there fitted Hack with a lovely black hairpiece and trimmed it into shape. Martha had also purchased new shoes for him.On the first night working as a barmaid,...