I realized she knew far more about my dealings than anyone and anyway? I didn't mind boasting a little about the scams I'd pulled and what I'd done with the money. Didn't tell her how much, naturally. I finished up by telling her what I'd heard on the radio. How I was stuck until the banks opened on Monday. She nodded. "Makes sense now. but there's an easy way to get to your bank without them catching you." "Wow! You sure are smart Emily!" I fawned. "What do you have in mind?" "It's going to...

She thought for a moment. "I'm very complimented by this. At the same time? I'm not very sure if you understand what I want of you. Today would be a drop in the bucket. I'd expect..." "Please darling?" I interrupted. "I said it before and I meant it. I love you and want to make you happy!" (The fact that she was fondling me through the sheer materials of the nightdress and peignoir had absolutely nothing to do with what I'd just said - well maybe a little.) "Okay!" she said. On your own head...

Shades of my Mother catching me! The door to Debbie's room opens and Janice is ushered in by Mrs. Williams - to find me sitting on the edge of Debbie's bed, my face respondent in full makeup, debbie standing over me, a lipstick tube in her hand. "Oh hi Jan!" Debbie smiled a greeting at Janice. "I got so engrossed in doing this that I forgot you were coming over. Hod on a minute. I just want to finish putting Philip's lipstick on!" Then she gives me a playful cuff on the back of the head....

She gave me an appraising glance. "You're becoming very pretty dear. Now hurry to the door - and don't forget. I want you to be an especially good girl tonight! Let my guests see that you're nice and domesticated! Just like all husbands should be!" She eyed me a little. "Though I'm getting less and less sure of the 'husband' part of it. Off with you now!" The references to my gender were becoming more and more numerous, and more and more feminine-related, I thought, hurrying to answer the...

The question is how did I become a firm believer in petticoating and dress disciple? Well, you’d have to go back to two disastrous marriages. I guess I was not the best at picking husbands. So, unlucky in marriage I resigned myself to life as a single woman, and a near destitute one at that. That is until Barbara, my best friend, introduced me to one of her friends, Patrice. “You should meet her. I think you’ll find her rather unusual marriage just the kind you’re looking for,” She said. So I...

The next day when Patrick arrived at Sara's she noted with pleasure that he seemed cooperative and stripped quickly when asked. He only hesitated for a second when she handed him a raspberry colored pair of silk briefs. She then took him to a friend of hers for an hour of electrolysis. The started with the boy's side burns.Each day for the next week the pattern repeated. Patrick would arrive at Sara's at four. Sara had him strip, threw his boy's shorts in the garbage, and gave him a few pair...

The truth was that she now thought of herself almost exclusively as female. Even in her dreams she was almost always a girl. She stole a glance at Jeff, who was driving. He was tall and lanky and she wondered what it would feel like to be kissed by a man, to be held and dominated by strong arms that overpowered her, crushed her breasts to his chest and forced her to yield her body. At the thought she felt her nipples grow hard. Sara asked her why she was blushing but Sherry just smiled and...

The wife turned to me and smiling strangely asked, "Is that what you really are honey... a gurl? Well I guess we will find out. For today is your lingerie day. We will make that dream come true for you. I am going to get you a full set of female lingerie to wear under your trousers and shirt and let's see if that does turn you on as mych as wearing my painties seems to turn you on."I tried to say something but the wife put her hand over my mouth in a dominating fashion and told me, "Not a word...

...And I told her that I was getting out of the lingerie and dress and finding some men's clothes to ear and something manly to do. I told her that playing at being a girl was or would make me nuts!Well that wasn't happening. My sister told me, "Not a chance dear. You do have my sympathies, but for better or worse you are stuck in dresses and lingerie and learning to be feminine and learning to keep house. That is if you want your inheritance." And she explained to me that I was still married...

In addition to the hormones feminizing my body, I was eventually started on corset training to permanently slim my waist. I was provided with the satin corset in modeling class to help with my posture and had to wear it all day at school, until my posture improved. A number of the 'boys' wore them. It took about a half inch off of my waist. Once it became comfortable I was given another smaller one, and so on. So over time, the corset actually bent in my ribs so my waist was permanently...

Sometime during the first movie (it was a double feature), I put my arm around Double Dee’s shoulders (I forgot for a moment that he wasn’t Dorothy!) and he snuggled against me, his hand resting lightly atop my jean-covered thigh. We watched the movie, I guess, but after, neither of us could remember what it was about! Because shortly after I put my arm around him, we were kissing and petting heavily in the darkness! And I guess Double Dee got carried away with being Miss Annie Oakley because...

You see after both of our wives were gone, I had discovered to my utter astonishment that I was in love with Dee Dee, and that I had not only fully condoned Milly's efforts to feminize him, but was in full agreement with her that he become a female in every sense of the world. But that is getting ahead of the story.We find out just what lengths Milly went to feminize Dee Dee.

I saw two or three people I knew at Morton but I had changed enough, my hair in particular, that I don’t think anyone knew me there. I was bemoaning that fact to Julie at her home. She was looking for summer work, just like me.“Why don’t you sing?” Julie asked me, right out of the blue, as we sat together in her living room, studying the Classifieds in the local rag. There were only about five red circles around ads we could even try for, landscaping and telemarketing, with a hundred people...

I didn't have a clue what Andy was talking about. I didn't tell him my name. How could I? I didn't know yet who I was going to be for a while. I definitely wasn't going to tell him my real name, John Samuel Barrington. And I wasn't going to tell him that I was also Samantha Carter, the missing singer from the reality show, Voice of the Americas, and he could earn $100,000, the latest reward offering, by turning me in to officials of the show who were making quite a fortune...

The prison guards in their zeal to recapture the escapee grabbed the first person they found in the vicinity of the accident. The only trouble with that action was that the replacement was a young boy. He was unsuccessful in convincing anyone in the search party that he wasn’t a girl and definitely not Rebecca Conyers. The searchers found him near Becky’s discarded prison uniform and fetters and the conclusion at the time was that she was trying to use “being a boy as a ploy to avoid...

The Marie Conyers incarcerated at Twin Valleys / Training Services – Women was in fact a boy who was captured at the scene of the accident and was used by the late Julia Edmunds to protect her perfect record as a warden. She had never had a prisoner escape on her watch and she needed a body to keep her head count correct while the search continued for the real Conyers. The fact that Conyers was on the loose was never disclosed to anyone except the few people I named in this document. After a...