"I told you, give me a chance to finish and to explain everything. You're selling me short if you think you wouldn't pass as a woman! And to get to the point and cut the crap, the only real question is whether you've got any qualms about handling a guy and dealing with his cock. If you think you couldn't do it, well, that's a shame, because we could make a fortune. but if you can see the whole thing as just a business and a way to earn a living, give it a try! It's not so difficult to spend...

"Damn it all, I have the right to be me. I don't care what anyone else thinks." she grasped her narrow waist, ran her hands over her hips, "Lots of real girls wish they can look as good as I do right this second and I don't even have makeup on or a girdle or a padded bra or anything." Her smile became more confident as she turned to admire her small but shapely tush, so perky under he tight shorts. A frown. "Oh God! Suppose he doesn't like me this way! Suppose he thinks I'm just an arrogant...

That damned collar around my neck chaffed! Not only that, the woman who was pulling me along now was none too gentle. "What's you're name again?" she asked over her shoulder as she led me along. "Tom," I said. "Don't be so fucking ridiculous! That's a man's name! What's your real name?" "Tom. Honest. You see, I'm just doing this because..." "Blah fucking blah! I'll ask you one more time! If I don't get a sensible answer this time, it'll be the worse for you. Now - what IS it!" "They've been...

There was something about last night, being naked and on my knees in front of her. It was like I wanted to please her. For some odd reason it made me excited. It wasn't just seeing those great legs, , or glimpsing her panties. Though that was very erotic. Somehow I felt like a kid peeking up some woman's skirt, the chance of being caught making it more excitable. Like she knew I was looking, that I was being a "bad boy". Maybe ti was something else. A secret thrill of some kind. Hard to...

I'm using her pearly pink nail polish. Mandy's on the vanity and I*'m naked. She helped strip me on the pretense of having sex, then changed her mind. On my knees I can see right up the over-sized tee-shirt she wears, the way her tight panites outline her vulva. She knows I'm looking and strums my sex with her other foot. She's really getting over on this. It's the only thing I can do to placate her, especially after she learned I was doing Guinevere's toenails. She was full of questions: Is...

Looking at Robbie Mathis, I cannot help but think this is perhaps a preview of my future. His hair is nearly shoulder length, has a henna tint to it. He wears it in a large single inward flip, combed on either side of his face. Three diamond studs adorn the only ear I see. From the back anyone would mistake him for a woman. Arched eyebrows and dark, accented lashes suggest femininity. Perhaps a hint of foundation and wet plump lips complete his androgynous features. A large wide collar, button...

I couldn't believe the stinging pain of the first slap! Gasped, and tried to stop the whimper that rose in my throat. But it was no good. By the third hit I was crying and by the time I'd had my full spanking, I was weeping uncontrollably. "I'm sorrrrry!" I wailed when she let me up. "No Dennis. Not enough. I've asked you and asked you to try and behave properly. I thought the panties were working, but obviously you need a much stronger reminder. Get your clothes off, please?" Less than five...

The next time I got my refill of pills and another shot, I asked about the change in my skin texture and the sensitivity around my nipple area. The pharmacist just grinned and said "different people have different results, don't worry about it, you will be fine." I left it at that. Both the doctor and the pharmacist were professional women and if you couldn't trust them, who could you trust? In addition, my visits to the hair removal solon were shorter. The women were always...

This time the event had seemed almost business like. Sarah had virtually summoned him to the same parking lot and made it clear that he must be dressed and made up as Denise or face exposure as "the mystery girl". Her greeting had been abrupt, though the gleam in her eye was clearly lustful. She had led him on a brisk walk to the same path. Instead of womanly chit chat she had peppered him with advice to perfect his womanly walk and his voice. Denis had found his treatment humiliating, yet...

Maid Permanent Chapter-1 A Typical Story It's a typical story, one so many women have feeling trapped in a dead end office job with no way out. Well, that wasn't going to be me. So I married Bill, my boss, I wasn't in love with him but I simply was desperate. Stuck as a secretary, going nowhere, in an office where I was constantly hit on grew to dread each day I went to work. I developed a true hate of men and their constant groping and he wasn't any better than the rest of them. So we...

Oh the drive out to the mall I found myself looking at every girl we passed. but unlike the way I normally looked at girls, this time it was different. Instead of just admiring the pretty ones, I found myself studying them, checking out how their outfits worked together with their hair and make-up. Trying to imagine how they would look on me. I was amazed at how fast my mindset had changed. In just eighteen hours, I had gone from being shocked at the thought of wearing women's clothes, to...

It may sound strange but I found myself enjoying "being a girl". Unlike the Broadway show tune, I wasn't a real girl of course, just a hormonally created sissy who appeared top be a girl. Perhaps my love of my new found femininity was part of my seduction. Nevertheless I wondered if I was ever going to be able to return to the life of a male once this charade was over and I got my share of the money. I guess I was just going to have to stick in out and hope for the best. ...

"Oh mommy," Kimberly gushed with true excitement. "Look at us! We're just the same. Keith looks just like me. He looks like a real girl!" Keith just hung his pretty head without making a comment. All the fears and humiliation he'd suffered the past Saturday during his initial stint in a dress came back with full force. All fight to resist his sissification melted. Mrs. Carson noted that his more subdued mannerly self had returned  almost the instant he had been put back into a dress....

And it was strange but I was finding that after a while, I was enjoying wearing that clothing. I was eventually provided with a few sets; with each new short and blouse set of a more and more feminine style. I found that I liked the stretchiness and give of the materials or the softness of the materials. It was strange that the blouse buttoned on the wrong side and them the next one had short puffed sleeves and no collar and the next was a pullover with a flared waist and a tie...

From The Firebird... Madame Ollia poured me an aperitif, "You now know why I told you that things are not always what they seem. You recall I said that when I put you in panties and made you up. When I was in Paris, I performed many, many unusual services. There were those who fancied boys who could be girls. And it is not only a certain class of men who want their young girls with a penis but many, many women prefer to a loved by such girl-boys and to love them in so many...

"I have it all planned out for you. You will follow the terms of your contract for starters. Your change of face is just the beginning. Your body will experience some physical changes as well but with your new face, body and some training, I am going to help you transition successfully to a new life. You cannot have any contact with persons in your previous life. Not your parents, friends, NOBODY." Essentially you will always be in my care. sort of like witness protection. Your previous life...