"Am I your girl?" she asked in a whisper as we edged our way past the card tables towards the blackjack tables."You could be," I said, amazed again that such a feminine sparkling creature could be anything but female.I smiled down at Terry, she smiling back so sweetly, in such a girlie fashion, at me. She hung tightly on to my arm, just as any girl would have. She did look so like a woman. It wasn't just me. So I'd been fooled. I shouldn't be thinking anything was wrong with me just because I...

"See girls. He not only looks feminine but he acts just like a girl too. Don't you think he is just the most perfect little sissy boy you have ever seen?"The answer to Sharon's question was another round of laughter and giggles.In the course of the evening I sipped my wine in a lady like fashion while the girls gossiped and talked about many things. When the third bottle of wine was finished the girls got up to leave."Jennifer, before the ladies leave please show them how adept a sissy boy...

"Miss Helman... Maggie, before we go any further, there's something I have to discuss with you.""Lay it on me, little girl!" Maggie giggled. "Tell me there's a boyfriend in your life that will break my heart and I'll scratch your eyes out!" she threatened, giggling."This is serious, Maggie. Can you come over?""Right now?""Yes if it's convenient.""Be there in twenty minutes, baby girl. And in case you missed it earlier, I love you!" and the line went dead in Joy's hand Angry tears stung her...

"Where are we going tonight?""I kinda thought we'd stay home and watch telly," I answered dubiously."I watched the danged telly all week!" she objected. "There's this club I heard about from one of the locals that's devoted to the horsey set and I would like to see that! It has always interested me." she explained."What? Riding a horse?" I asked dubiously.She laughed. "No silly, of course not. It's not that kind of club.""Well what is it then?""It's people who pretend they're horses in harness...

"Here's your half," said Carlotta as we rode back at noon from our 'tryst' with Dan. "Burn it!" I said to her as the cabbie's eyes looked at me in the rear view mirror and made no attempt to disguise my voice. That was what probably drew his attention. "Now, now, darling," laughed Carlotta. "Don't be like that. I never got extra tips before like Dan was showering on you. I think we made fifteen hundred between the two of us for one night, and we had breakfast as well." "And Dan had desert," I...

"So you tried to get Christine to back off?" said Marisa."But I didn't scare her," wailed Shirley. "She loves it all, all the dresses and showing off her legs in tights and stockings. She sleeps in nighties as well, I know. Jeff talks about her all the time as if she's really his girlfriend.""She is," said Marissa.There was pain in the other woman's face. "So, now I wait it out," said Shirley. "If I can get Jeff to see her for what she really is. She's never going to be a woman after all. But...

He just couldn't imagine himself living as a man. Sooner or later this "conundrum" as one internet source described it, was going to get the better of him. He shuddered to think about what that would mean. No one knew what death was but was it really preferable to living this way?Being stuck in the wrong body was no way for him to spend the rest of his life, but on the other hand, he hadn't been able to find many options, however he knew he had to keep trying or he was going to go crazy. Three...

The worst thing of all had been my breasts. I'd re-examined myself in the bathroom that night and again the following morning. It was quite clear that I had little mounds behind my nipple, real and fleshy.When I squeezed myself just lightly, the cleavage that I thought came from taping instantly appeared. I had a bra that pushed on me from the sides. When I put it on, I almost threw up as I looked at myself and all I saw in my mirror was a pretty, blonde girl, her hair in sleeping pigtails,...

At first I was embarrassed when her other maid, Joleen, would bustle about on her many errands. But as time passed, I noticed she paid us no attention. "You're just part of the furniture," as she put it.True to her word, Madame laced me into a wasp waisted chorus-girl's corset that brought my waist down to nineteen inches. Since I am so short, this was easily accomplished, and before long, she had me in a corset of a breathtaking seventeen inches. By the end of a day or so, I had become used...

"You'll have to take off your underpants," Marisa said as she leant towards the mirror, spraying herself. I got a strong whiff of her perfume or cologne. "We don't want any strange seams showing do we?" she asked. "I talked to a really helpful female impersonator down at the Fortune. She said that the guys there wore these things to keep their male parts out of sight."She had a package for my trembling hands. "Marisa," I croaked in complaint, my mouth so dry as she opened the parcel for me....

"Now," Dana continued, "what's your real reason for coming in?""I... I... just wanted to see you and ask if you'd be agreeable to going out to dinner?""Dinner?" That smile. "With you?"Tabitha nodded, her face aflame."Like a date?" Dana persisted."Yeah.""Tabitha, there's something about me that you ought to know first...""I know what I want to know and that's good enough for me. Now, I have a big old twin-engine Comanche parked out behind the far corrals in it's own hangar and we could be in...

"Shall I take you over my knee again?" she threatened."No! No! Anything but that!" I hastened to assure her."Good. Then you will wear the panties with no more argument?" she purred.And the next thing I knew, the matching bra was being fastened behind my back and she was reaching into the cups to lift my flesh up to better fill and AA cups!She stepped back, her eyes going up and down across my blushing body. "Oh I am just going to love my new girlfriend and bed-partner!" she enthused.I was...

...My feminization only got worse after a week, however, When Marasara joined me in my captivity, with orders to make me wear makeup and wigs as a woman, to sit, to walk, to dance and to gesture as a woman should. I couldn't resist her as I was so sick and frothing most of the time she was with me.I was being overdosed with feminizing drugs, I knew. I'd never thrown up before when I was Anisoyya's girlfriend. Marasara said she'd never seen anyone throw up like me either. And, she'd never seen...

...Oh yes, mummy would give her an A-plus rating for the way that Diana was behaving with her man.I could hear her saying, "It's the Method, Diana! You have to be Diana and feel what she feels, what she'd love to feel when she kisses Calvin, not what John feels. Ugh, no, don't even think of him at all. Don't bring him into any of this. This is you, being Diana, feeling how she feels, and loving making lots of lovely money as an actress as you do this, what you must, with Scot, Cal, or...

"Mummy, mummy! I don't want to do this!" I said, pulling a face as she sprayed me all over my chest with this cloying, girlish scent."Hold onto Dolly, my darling," said Mummy, sitting me in her lap, smoothing my dress in front of me, my black shoes glistening at the end of the white socks, up over my knees, I wore them, and the dress, because she had told me to."I know my darling," Mummy whispered in my ear, my long hair brushing against her cheek and my own. "There's a man coming to see us,...

From Retrained... "I ask you again, have you ever worn a corset before?" I hung my head, blushing furiously. "Ye... yes, Madame," I admitted. "Yes your mother told me how she corset trained your waist as a child and how very excited you were when in skirts. Or did she fib?" "No, Madame, she did not fib. I did wear dresses and I was excited!" I admitted. "Then these little things I ask of you should work no harm nor threat to your corporeal body?" she asked quietly. I thought for a moment...