Patricia and Pamela held my shoulders while Aunt Lucille rolled up my pant legs and fitted sheer nylon anklets onto my feet. I had just arrived and been announced by the maid. My lady relatives were waiting for me. I was pounced upon rather unceremoniously, parked in a chair in the study where they were congregated waiting for me, and my penance began. Aunt Lucille opened a shoe box, folded back the tissue and lifted out a fuchsia-colored pump of slipper satin and showed it to me. It was...

“OK, suppose Hattie does assign him to Jolene and suppose we let Jolene know that she has a free hand > with his training and suppose he has an accident while working and suppose he has no spare clothes and suppose Jolene bullies him into a dress and suppose if she does, suppose she makes him wear one every day after that? And suppose he’s forced to live there to be available and on-call? And, suppose, if after a couple weeks working every day and not able to look for other work, suppose...

Our mutual delight was interrupted by a piercing shriek, and then another. We had to turn to look. John had been wrong about his mom not interrupting us. She had silently opened the basement door to spy on us, and her horrifying reward had been to find her son embracing and kissing a long-haired boy wearing a bra, who was so excited he had just ejaculated in his pants — a boy whose pants must be visibly soaked with semen! “So this,” John’s mom said in a tone of outraged condemnation, “this is...

“You’re not going to leave me like this?” Jonathan protested with a shocked and panicked look on his face. “I absolutely am!” she chuckled. “And if you don’t do exactly what I say from now on, then I’ll leave you that way forever or do even worse. “I could change you into a fat old lady or a whore and then destroy the amulet!!” He shivered at the intensity of her anger, yet felt a strange thrill over the humiliations involved in her words. “I’ve only been gone a few hours and obviously you...

I didn’t wake up until late the next morning when Dr. Timmerbum came into my room and woke me up. I asked him, “Well, Doctor, when are you going to operate on me?” He chuckled and told me, “I’ve already operated! In fact, unless there are problems, you can go back home tomorrow!” I was incredulous and said, “I don’t believe it! Where are the IV tubes and all the other stuff?” He didn’t answer, but instead went to the dresser and got my hand mirror. Then he came back to the bed and gently...

Her brows rose quizzically but I pretended not to notice. In truth, I’d been in something of a mental turmoil. I was questioning myself and coming to some conclusions that I didn’t understand. I’d liked being taken for a girl. More than that, I really loved the idea of dressing up, jewellery, hair and makeup. I loved the feel of the clothes, the heels, and the scent of perfume. I wasn’t sure about sucking another penis though. The thought appalled me but at the same time it thrilled me. It...

He got very scared. “Please,” he began to whimper out an apology. Then her words reached his brain and he reeled as he asked weakly, “What do you mean? You’re not going to tell Mandi and Ebonee, are you?" She smiled and said, “Well, you don’t think that I’m going to let you get away with being a little sissy, do you? You’re going to have to earn the right to wear pretty feminine clothing and I’m the woman that’s going to benefit from your little secret...

Just walking down the hall to the kitchen was a thrilling new set of sensations. The feel of the woman’s underclothes on my body was a constant secret pleasure to me. I found myself getting a strange little thrill from the pull of the garters against the hose sheathing my legs as I walked. I also liked having my waist compressed by the waist cincher I was wearing. And the silky feel of the panties on my genitals and my bottom sent little excitements to my mind. Taken all together, the...

He looked down at me and smiled back. “You are the perfect wife, my dear,” he replied. “You take care of me, and I shall make sure that your ex-wife and family are safe from any harm.” As long as you are unconditionally mine, no harm shall fall on your ex-wife.

Now, a week later, Lisa and Lynn were coming to review the effects of their demented handiwork. I trembled at the thought of being seen by my sister as I now was. “I had no idea the change would be so dramatic!” Lisa exclaimed as I stood motionless and nude before them. “Yes, we’re quite pleased with the results of the Stage One injection,” answered Dr. Sanders. “Nurse, please read the last entry on the patient’s chart.” Just a short while ago, I would have been consumed with sticking my big,...

“Just perfect!” exclaimed Lois as she placed a pair of pink, three-inch heel patent leather pumps in front of me. “I told you he was a perfect Little Miss 16!” I placed my right foot into the shoe and found it to be tight. Lois replaced the pair with another size and I slipped into them with no trouble at all. “Now walk like this,” commanded Lois. I watched her walk across the floor to the door and back. I tried to imitate her as best I could. I had never worn heels before and I didn’t want to...

Don’s eyes were on the television watching the weatherman talk about high pressure systems and storm fronts, but his mind was a million miles away. `What had he gotten himself into? Had Agatha given him hallucinogenic drugs? Or maybe just contaminated soup?’ He could now distinctly feel invisible hands all over him, gently massaging his muscles. The feel of the massaging hands became stronger, firmer, and increasingly insistent. Still, they somehow retained their gentle quality. Don felt as if...

When Martin returned to his room after breakfast, he found clothing laid out on the bed. A pair of skinny jeans. A lightweight U-neck sweater. Matching bra and panties. A pair of Maureen’s ballet flats. “Mom, those are girl clothes.” “Yes they are. And that is appropriate, because you are going to become a girl. A girl who will grow into a fine woman, like your sister.” Then she yelled “Maureen, come in here.” Maureen came in a moment later. “Honey, help...

He was totally naked and appeared to be totally oblivious to the two feminine breasts stuck firmly to his chest. He had BOOBS! He had grown a pair of breasts. Not the small deposits of fat that men sometimes get when they’re overweight, but a fully formed set of women’s breasts! And in less than four hours! They looked oddly like her own, complete with nipples that were as large as her fingertips. Lori fought the impulse to scream or to look down at her...

This is crazy, John thought. It was risky, too; if he went through with it, he would risk having to go to confession again, and maybe again and again. But could John’s idea, though crazy and risky, help Ben< with his problem of lack of female companionship — a problem he said was killing him? John took a deep breath. He was going to find out. Maybe Ben would just laugh at him, and his idea would be no help at all—but he had to find out. Already he had bought himself a curly wig arranged in...

I knew Mme. Norman had not read me and as the luncheon progressed, Leslie mentioned that I was looking for a way to stay in New York for the winter. Trina Norman offered me a modeling job on the spot. I demurred, telling her I would let her know. Here was a daring and dramatic answer to my dilemma; perhaps too daring, too dramatic. Leslie encouraged >me to take it. I hesitated. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to take up a transgendered lifestyle. The Lockmans encouraged me to take it if I...