"I was like you at first," Said Ashley, looking at the feminized male with large intense blue eyes. "Yanamari knew my mother before she passed and -""I don't want to know Ashley. I'm doing this as a surprise for Chanel. This is one last time. Don't you understand?""I understand more than you know sweet Jerry," she said sympathetically. "Chanel and Yanamari are a breed apart from most women. They belong to a radical feminist organization. It's called the Cytherea Coterie. They want to make men...

By the time Jerry got home that night he discovered he was completely comfortable in the feminine undergarment Chanel had given him. In fact, he's forgotten he was wearing them until he disrobed that evening. His first thought was to strip out of them. He lingered in front of the mirror in the bedroom, looked at the reflected feminine image, shrugged his shoulders and went to the closet, found a nylon wrap. That night he slept in a slick shorty Chanel had given him earlier. Why not? He was...

Totally unaware of how girlish he was beginning to look Tara and I agreed it was time for Step Two. “Would you mind terribly if my roommate from college, and my very best friend, came to stay with us for a couple of months or so?” I asked one day. “She’s just been through a horrible divorce. Her husband was a wife beater and even put her in the hospital a couple of times,” Which wasn’t true, Tara had never gotten married. “Oh how terrible, of course not, she can stay as long as she likes,” He...

IV. Jeremy Fulton I didn't believe a word Cecilia Luciano said. Her eyes told me I was a dead man. I knew she'd kill me without a second thought as soon as she got hold of the stash I'd stolen from her brother, Don Ernesto. She looked at me and understanding came into her eyes. She put two and two together really fast. She knew what I was thinking. "Ernie was boxed tonight." Cecilia said with a sardonic smile. "No-one has the right to take out my brother but me. Now, I have to get even." She...

16. NancyWe girls, ooh, fashion models, we really were, clattered down the steps, giggling together, as we left the room where we'd put on our show. Gosh, how we now walked just like the girls we were supposed to be, models, wiggling our tushes, flicking out long hair over our bare shoulders. Yes we wore fashions by Jame Molloy, tiny skirts that showed off our long, lovely legs and tiny tops that showed off the female attributes that shapely feminized us so much, the wobbling breasts that we...

As I expected, our session in the shower was soon interrupted. I slipped the clapper out of the sink as I toweled by girlfriend's hair. Nancy clung to me in fright as the screws sniggereda s the looke us over. "A skank and a slut, said a big mouthed, psychotic bitch, swirling a heavy black truncheon about suggestively. "Doncha wish your girlie has one o' these? she sneered. Well, it was about time to make a stand. "Ooo, that's a good one, I told her. Probably matches the one in your pants."...

“Let’s head down to breakfast in the dorm cafeteriaDanny. But first we can’t wear the clothes we slept in, we need fresh stuff.” “I’ll go to my room to change and meet you there, or we can walk to my dorm room together.” “No need for that, here.” Emma handed me a pair of her stretchy yoga pants. We were about the same size in our bottom half, and these were a size four. I knew they’d fit, don’t ask me how but I knew they would. They’re the same size as my sister Madison’s jean and pants size....

"Exactly! And to be quite honest, I think that if you could remain subservient to her, she might like the idea enough to have you stay on." "I see what you are saying," I said, "but I don't want to sound suspicious, but why are you being so nice to me?" She shook her head vigorously. "You've got it all wrong. Susie's not only my employer, she the best friend I ever had. She's got the makings of being a very successful writer, but in my opinion has terrible hangups as far as you're concerned....

She put a finger under my chin and lifted my face up until she was looking straight into my eyes. "Charles? You and I are going into my closet. We are going to find clothes that may be of use to you. I expect no more nonsense. As a matter of fact? I want to see you in a skirt and blouse tomorrow morning - and a fresh apron of course - at breakfast. Do you understand me? If you have a problem with that request, I suggest you tell me about it, right now. Do you have a problem?" "I don't have to...

"I think Andrew's a lovely name, don't you Dorothy?" Mary said - and I started to cringe, having a premonition of what was coming. Wanted to shut her up, but held as I was in a vice like grip by her side, I could only pray I was wrong. Mummy looked puzzled. "Of course I like it Mary - I picked it after all. What on earth are you talking about?" "Edith told me that some of the ladies at his office are calling him Andrea. I told her that they shouldn't. Andrea's a girls name - and he's a boy!"...

She was speaking. "Now Billy? You have really lovely hands. Nice and plump and soft, but you're not showing them off to best advantage. Girls the same age as you are already way ahead of you in nail care. Now that you're knitting - and especially one I teach you to sew, you'll be dealing with much nicer and finer fabrics - I mean you wouldn't want to be snagging your nails on your nylons would you?"Sewing? Nylons? What was she talking about? But I couldn't think. Was completely lost, bedazzled...

Mona told me, "I certainly don't want to feel like I'm forcing you to wear a nightgown! I'm just trying to help you out within the confines that you put upon us." "Oh no Mona, please," I replied, being expertly manipulated again. I could only think to answer, "I actually like the nightgown - it's just hard to admit to a woman, or I wouldn't be wearing it. I just feel silly and embarrassed wearing it in front of you." My thought processes had really slowed and I was having trouble thinking my...

Mona kept me fairly busy most of that morning and kept finding reasons for me to walk and bend, which in heels would have been tiring in itself, but as I had to move pressing my thighs together, would have eventually exhausted me. However, since I was taped and that was holding me in, I did not have to exert the same effort as I might have otherwise. Mona had no idea I was taped in place and was betting that something would fall out and embarrass me and lead me to beg to exchange my pants for...

As I lay on the examining table, the implants were inserted. When that was finished I was moved to a more comfortable operating table - actually more like a dental chair than a table. With the move I started to get quite dizzy and a bit nauseous, which subsided as soon as I sat down again. But it foreshadowed things to come, all well planned by Aunt Mona. My face was injected with the local anesthetic which was given time to work and then Doctor Michele begun to change my face. I felt no pain,...

Mona then looked at me and I know I had to answer. Although we had played this game before, with all the new feminine experiences of the day I was a bit in shock, especially after being told this was going to continue indefinitely. All I could manage was, "I don't know what to say..." But Mona finished for me, "You're just so appreciative and happy you are at a loss for words. How nice! Why I can see that you are almost crying you are so happy!" Then she came over and gave me a big hug and I ,...

"Do you really want to remain a girl forever, under Mona's care and protection?" Mary asked. I almost did, I thought, it was such a sensual state. With Mary's recent go ahead, I was beginning to truly love everything about it, my new body, my clothes, my activities, my friends and most of all my safety and protection with few, if any, reservations. But Mary continued, "Because if you do, Mona's plans for the next step in your evolution will be the removal of this," she pointed down to my...