Continued objections on my part would do no good, and so I stayed dressed as I was, in her lingerie and dress. So she had me get up and showed me how to properly walk in high heels and how to properly maneuver in a long satin dress and had me practice until she though I had it right. She told me how to hold the folds of the dress to maneuver the long skirts and to walk in heels, one foot in front of the other, swaying from the hips. It was humiliating, though like everything else feminine,...

Well at the time the thought of wearing that lingerie full time and growing my hair and nails femininely long and just acting girlish I thought would be great, a real kick It was really a dream come true, especially since there was the potential of being helped along by a cooperating female. And as I really did not have any job or prospects for a good job, so I thought why not and told her so. So the deal was struck. I pretended I was hesitant about it but having little choice in the matter...

That woman! She just loved to tease him. I think at times, even Wendy was scandalized at what she'd make him do. Once she had him take off his shoes - then made him step into a pair of lacy pink satin panties - and pull them up over his outer clothes. Then he had to get fastened into a matching bra - again over his outer clothes. After she had padded his bra, she led him through the store to where Amy and I were sitting enjoying complimentary cokes. I couldn't help it - couldn't stop giggling...

I was mortified! What made it worse was the fact that the girls weren't being mean or scornful. Nothing like that. They were genuinely trying to help me turn myself into a female - in looks and dress anyway. They figured that was what I really wanted. But what they couldn't see was that I had serious difficulty with this. It wasn't that the idea of dressing didn't appeal to me - it did. But in FRONT of them? Oh grief! I started to stammer.  "Girls? Please? I don't..." "Just HUSH!" Reen...

Under her watchful eye, I pulled my slip off then blushing, took my bra and falsies off. It was so humiliating, sitting there in front of my ex-wife and secretary in nothing but panties, garter belt and stockings. Kristy saw this and was nice enough to hand me my slip, which I draped over my lap, hoping to hide my obvious excitement, although I wasn't very sure.

Life with a Princess: Mitson works for a domineering woman in all all woman office. She has sized him up as a potential sissy and therefore marriage material for her daughter, Princess. Mitson is soon being called Missy and his new wife starts changing his role and wardrobe. Missy would be a great name for an office girl, wouldn't it? Power, Power, Who's Got The Power?: A wife hires Mary to consult about her marriage and she hires to Rene take the husband in hand, changing him into a sweet,...

Ron, a shy young man, ends up working for the beautifully polished Ms. Liz Forrester as her personal assistant. Her business is placing qualified women in executive positions and is quite lucrative and staffed entirely, until now that is, by women. It is curious that she has chosen Ron to be her PA and break that tradition, but she apparently has plans for him. It begins with a weight reduction program and a wardrobe make over so he can also present a "polished" look to her clients.

Looking back I should have realized months ago what was going on and voiced objections or stopped this business before it got out of hand. I did not and this new relationship between Ariel and me is nearly a year old. How I was maneuvered into this position is clear to me now, but it seems there is little to be done.

The bolero jacket was definitely styled for a woman but it did compliment my outfit. She sprayed me with a burst of her perfume, told me I looked lovely. She held out two pairs of shoes, the flats or the smaller heels, my choice. I chose the flats and she grinned, said with either pair I'd look nice. When I looked in the vanity mirror I was surprised at how well the makeup worked, how girly I looked. The last touch was soft pink lipstick which she over-painted, making my lips look...

Upon his losing a weight loss bet to his wife, she forces him into a tight restricting corset, followed by a complete change into female lingerie and clothing, including a red silk evening dress and high heels. Then after he was forced to walk to the mall the local beautician finds him and with his wife’s permission continues the transformation at her beauty parlor, forcing him to undergo a complete beauty makeover and ear piercing. Then being forced to purchase a skirted bathing suit for his...

In the second book, John, now Janice, experiences life as a waitress and them as a cocktail waitress before becoming his wife's sissy shemale wife. and then finds his place in life in his office as the new girl assistant. He is completely feminized and under his wife's control and the control of the woman who continue to help him become the girl of his wife's dreams. Along the way he shamefully finds out that he enjoys his new clothing and lifestyle, which he finds to be somewhat of a turn on...

In book 3, John’s full time life en femme and feminizing continues, as he is taught feminine deportment and makeup skills, goes shopping for his maid’s uniforms, and is tutored in house keeping and cooking. Then his is presented as the sissy boy maid to all the wife’s girl friends. He returns to work as an office girl assistant. The female office manager finds that he now makes a wonderful girl friend as she assists in his further transformation. And the company nurse provides the feminizing...

The panties were no problem of course, but the bra was one of these Wonderbras that squeezed everything together, thrusting my breasts out almost horizontally and creating a huge cleavage. Martina laughed delightedly as she adjusted the buckles on the shoulder straps. "Whooooeee!" she giggled. "Gonna get the johns all excited!""John? How come you know John?" I asked."Johns honey! Johns. Customers!" Tiffany explained."Oh I said lamely. "Martina? What do I do with this?" holding the garter belt...

I learned to keep quite an inventory of large silk handkerchiefs on hand. It was truly amazing to me, how a randy young bull could be tamed with fingers that slightly touched his erection - then finally took it in hand with a soft grip. A silk square to aid in his sensory enjoyment and cut down on the mess - and he would be as meek as a lamb, and good as gold...Guys who'd never had sex before were the easiest. Poor little pussies. So eager to please. So awkward - then so grateful when they...

She stared at me for a few seconds - then burst out laughing! "You're not a man, silly You're a pretty little sissy wearing pretty little baby doll pajamas. Stay here with me long enough? I might teach you how to be a lesbian sissy - but tonight? You even think of putting a move on me? I'll put you over my knees and give you a damn good spanking. Now, get your ass into bed Michelle!"Her words may have sounded cruel, but they were said with amused mockery combined with a little real affection....

I and the other girls hadn't much to do afterwards and neither Emily nor Betty seemed to have the inclination to do anything but watch Tiffany and Dorothy as they gradually took me over. When Gloria and Jan came in later that afternoon, I pleaded with them silently from my chair as the other two girls had just finished making me up. The guys simply could not believe that the pretty young thing in polka dot dress and white blouse - nor in my lightly, but thoroughly made up face - was the young...