‘‘You’re very quiet,’’ Peter said as he watched his Mom read the results of his DNA analysis. ‘‘I think you’d better read this,’’ She said softly, passing the papers to him. ‘‘It says that I’m part Irish, and part Italian, with a smaller percentage match with Greece and Scotland,’’ Peter replied. ‘‘That sounds good; there’s nothing strange there. I almost wish there was something different about it.’’ ‘‘You haven’t read it properly.’’ His Mom reached out and took his hand. ‘‘Look at the top...

“Hi, ladies.” Eric said cheerfully as the two women walked into the kitchen. He indicated the empty plate in front of him. “I guess that I pigged out on the donuts, sorry.” Alison looked at the empty plate, there had been eleven donuts she had been talking to Diana, he had eaten them all! “I’ll make some pancakes. Just sit down Diana, and I’ll take care of everything,” Alison suggested before Diana could offer to help. Diana sat down directly in front of Eric and studied him as he thumbed...

Doris’s opening gambit was strong. She took me to the Nifty Uniform Shoppe, an establishment operated by yet another of her countless relatives, where she supervised my fitting for an ensemble of mostly black silk, maid’s uniforms, white aprons and lace caps. We rode home on the streetcar with my new uniforms in boxes on my lap. This woman, who in my view was fast becoming the epitome of the “wicked stepmother,” announced she was fed-up with my refusal to do my household chores and that I...

“Well!” Mark pressed. Again, no reply. “You’re more of a flaming pansy than Alicia even mentioned, aren’t you?” an impatient Mark demanded. “Please,  Master Manley,” Shelley whimpered. “Don’t hurt me.” “I won’t hurt you, you pantywaist sissy. I just want to make certain we have an understanding and see eye-to-eye.” With that, Mark placed his large hands around Shelley’s slender waist - his fingers nearly touching around the maid’s waist-cinched tummy. As if he were a feather, Mark lifted...

Encounter with an Admirer Oh, dear! I’m so embarrassed—but so excited too! I’m being fully overcome by the sex craze, just as when I was a secretly effeminate young teen playing girlfriend for imaginary boys—and now I’ve actually >agreed to meet you for sex! It’s been a long time since I had sex with a man. I did it with quite a few men in my 20s, but I stopped before I was 30. And yet, when you told me about the orgasms you’ve had while reading my books—well, I just couldn’t resist! I’ve...

“Everyone knows about the Gender Plague,” began Brendann. “It began on April 14, 2046. A group of male scientists at the CAM-DEM corporation were working on a genetic-engineered pseudo-virus that would rid women of the physical deterioration experienced in life after menopause. The changes became attached to a strain of cold virus by accident and spread throughout the world, ridding women of the problems as designed. But it also feminized all but a very small percentage of the male population...

“Rise and shine, sweetheart. We have a big day ahead of us,” Mrs. VanBeau greeted cheerfully as she kissed the forehead of her effeminate charge. As Shelley rubbed his eyes, Mrs. VanBeau drew down the satin comforter and top sheet. “Oh my, what’s this?” she gasped in shocked motherly surprise. “Shelley, it looks like you had an accident during the night. You’ve made a mess of the sheets and your fiancé’s darling pajamas. Did you play with yourself?” “Why, n-n-no Mother VanBeau,” poor Shelley...

‘‘You haven’t told me what I have to do,’’ I reminded him. ‘‘Oh, no I haven’t; how remiss of me.’’ He laughed. ‘‘Of course, there are no real duties as such; it’s just that you’ll be doing everything as a young woman.’’ ‘‘But I’m not a young woman.’’ ‘‘Of course not, but you could learn how to be one.’’ ‘‘I don’t think…’’ I started. ‘‘Sorry, I should have explained that part sooner.’’ He smiled. ‘‘I want you to adopt the mantle, so to speak, of a young woman. After all, as you observed, all...

Alison, as usual, had gotten up first and was already taking her shower when John awoke. Still half asleep, he debated about joining her. He had just made up his mind that he would when the shower stopped and Alison appeared a few minutes later, dressed in John’s bathrobe and towel drying her hair. `She looks like a small bundle of dynamite,’ John thought. He fell in love with her again. He started to get out of the bed. The movement attracted Alison’s attention. She looked toward the bed and...

When I got home late that Saturday night, Darlene was already back. She met me at the door with a cool glass of iced tea and suggested I sit down and relax while she fixed us a bite to eat. I was so tired that the slightly funny taste of the tea didn’t even register on my consciousness. I passed out sitting at the kitchen table. It was late Sunday afternoon when I finally wokeup. My mouth tasted funny and my mind was groggy. I stumbled to the bathroom to relieve myself. I needed to go so badly...

‘‘Hi Marianne, I couldn’t find the phone again,’’ she said when her friend picked up. ‘‘How’s it going with the boy?’’ ‘‘It’s okay, I suppose. I really wish he’d been a girl though; life would be so much easier.’’ ‘‘I already told you, you’ve time on your side. You could get him to understand that his life would be better if he lived it as a girl.’’ ‘‘I don’t know if I dare. What would his father say?’’ ‘‘If you handle it right, you could be the really sympathetic one, looking after his poor...

Mark slipped the tape into his office VCR and turned on the monitor. He wanted to take a look at a few of the sexier sounding exercises. There was the normal static and then soft catchy aerobic type music. Superimposed on the pale pink background was the title of the tape. “Exercise Your Way to a Sexy Body.” Under the title in bright red, was a flashing warning. “Do not use this tape unless you desire to be the following size.” The music stopped and an older...

“I don’t have any sisters. The girl you saw was... was me.” Lolita was quite surprised, and somewhat uncertain that I was telling the truth. “What are you saying? Are you telling me that you like dressing up like a woman, or something like that? Are you a fag? A transvestite?” “Honey, I wish it were that easy,” I answered, nervously. “What I’m telling you is that I am a woman. I’m a woman trapped in a man’s body. I know it sounds corny, but that’s exactly what I’m saying; it’s exactly how I...

‘‘That’s not the point; you couldn’t feel so feminine in handed down lingerie.’’ Olivia held out some black panties towards him. ‘‘This is your lingerie; all yours and yours alone.’’ Olivia said. ‘‘I promise that you’ll feel so different when you’re wearing it.’’ ‘‘I shouldn’t,’’ Darren replied, picking up another of the bags and feeling the silky material inside. ‘‘I couldn’t…’’ ‘‘Oh, but you will,’’ Olivia said. ‘‘I’ll bet that even now, your mind is tumbling over with thoughts that you’re...

She began to notice a slight change in the way he held himself. It had been three months since they had started the work with Body By Fisher. When she held him in her arms she could feel the difference in his waist, much smaller. The hips were expanding. The bust enlarging into almost an AA cup. He was conscious of this and avoided wearing tight knit sport shirts when he went out. One evening he came down to dinner in one of her dressing gowns. “My, don’t we look beautiful,” she said. “Oh, do...

I still couldn’t put it all into perspective when I got home. Everything seemed so normal again, as if I’d never been away. I struggled to put all these experiences into context in the following weeks. Dad was preoccupied; not that I could have told him that I’d been having sex with a boy who acted like a girl. I couldn’t tell Thelma that her nephew had kissed me like I was a girl either. I certainly couldn’t tell either of them that it had left me confused. Was I wrong to be confused? Should...