As promised, Mrs. Hanover helped with my return to being a man ond once back to my natural or almost natural state, my girl self left the company and my boy self was given that job. I was presented as my own twin brother and no one was the least bit suspicious, or if they were, they said nothing. In any case either as a girl or a boy most of the staff were far happier with me than they had been with Robin. I "instantly" fell in love with Mary and we were soon married, destined to raise a...

I was praised for my makeup and my hair while all the ladies helped me with the right intonations with my voice, fully accepting Rose's explanation that I wanted them to do that! They seemed to delight in saying the most awfully girlish things to one another, making limp wrist actions too, which I had to do, just like them. I think I cried most nights, maybe it was every night. I told Rose that they all knew I was a boy. Rose assured me that not one of them did. Not ever my mother knew what...

I think I looked my best as I swayed fearfully in my high heels, letting Gord put his arm about me, to lead me into the ball. Funny, but there was a red carpet all the way in. We had to stop and talk to someone with a shoulder-held camera. Then, I had to step gracefully, femininely, away from Gord and show off my dress, smiling all the time. I could hear Rose's voice, telling me to think girlish thoughts, as another man began to take pictures of me. No, they didn't want pictures if Gord,...

"Enjoy my darling Sissy," Rose went on again as I shook as I slid my stockings on my legs and numbly hooked them on to my garter belt. "I've seen your face after your dates with your boyfriend, you know. And I've seen almost all of the girls I've created look that way in the past, you know." It was always because they wanted a man, were ready for a man, ready to be a fine woman for a man. And you are, too, darling Sissy. Becky, Lisbeth and I will want all the details, every touch and every...

"One hundred thousand dollars, Sissy, that's what I'll pay you," he went on. "And all you have to do is hang on here, for two, three months, tops, wear all the pretty dresses you want, and swish and smile for all the men hanging over you in the Time-Out Cafe. Then I'll help you get a job as a guy, or as a female impersonator, if that's what you love to do, somewhere other than Penstone.""No, I, I can't..." I tried to tell him again. No, this was going to be the end for me. I wasn't going to go...

"Yes Gene," he said softly. "But I was wondering...?" "Yes Dorothy?" she cooed. "Well first? I'd kinda like to get changed back. Second? I'l rather you called me David, please?" His voice was weak and rather petulant she thought. "No Dorothy, I will not call you David. Until tomorrow night is over, I want you to think and act like Dorothy. It would be stupid for me to allow your male persona time to take over again, don't you think? Into what, may I ask?" "My real clothes!" But there was no...

Bill, on the other hand, was totally confused. Had absolutely no way of understanding what had transpired. Yes, in many ways, the last few hours had fallen well within his all-time fantasies - yet something was agley. His backside still stung and he was constantly reminded of what he was wearing under his shirt and pants. Little tightnesses here, the soft frisson of shirt against satin there, the tug of the panty legs on his upper thigh, the tightness of the camisole across his back - and what...

I drifted into effeminacy as effortlessly as a feather floating downstream on a river. What else could I do? I suppose that, maybe, I had had latent tendencies in that direction but in the weeks that followed, as I became used to sharing a bedroom with a girl - and yes, I did end up sharing the bed with her - she certainly didn't see me as any danger to her, and I guess I started seeing myself as Cindy and Susan saw me - a sissy.And tell me. What do you do when the girl you love brings home...

Alice grinned at me as I arrived back at our station. "Morning Danae. You look very flustered. What's been going on in there?" I couldn't hold it to myself. "She's asked me to her house this evening!" I whispered excitedly. "Ooooh! I'm so jealous!" she giggled. "What are you going to wear?" "She said to make it casual - but... but... she wants me to wear my new shoes!" She thought for a second. "I've got a skirt I could lend you that would be perfect with them! Want to borrow it?" "I can't...

Pat saw her and smiled teasingly, “You can put afresh apron on if that makes you feel more comfortable,you might as well get used to it since as of tomorrowyou will be permanently aproned in this house.My mother is determined to turn you to a full-time maid and I know you are looking forward to itnaughty girl.” Cristina didn’t answer to the teasing comment of Pat but simply said, “I’m going to my room to get one of my aprons and I’ll come to your room to help your packing Madam.” “Do that...

I realized I would never have another chance like this, to be forced into doing something I had an urge to do but could not find acceptable. So I told the boss that she was right and that I had brought it on myself and had been half serious about it and had not been playing with her but found the whole thing so embarrassing when actually face with it, but was man enough to go through with it. "However," she told me as she laughed back at me. "The question is not if you are man enough , but if...

Mrs. L. concluded, "Your physical changes aren't from the clothing. It doesn't work like that. I don't mean that control garments couldn't feminize your figure a bit, while you ware them, and they certainly did, you looked so cute in your girl's support garments when dressed as my Archie, but you are way past that now! Wearing that stuff 24/7 probably would have and did have some feminizing effect on your shape, perhaps even giving you a pudgy chest but you are growing real breasts. No, it is...

After a lot more discussion we decided to go with the massive dose of female hormones followed by low dose female hormone releasing implants. I wasn't really totally convinced, but the doctor seemed so sure and I was not thinking aggressively anymore, an effect of the female hormones. And so I felt myself being convinced. Little did I realize at the time that they doctor's story was just that, a story, and that Mrs. Porter had paid her off and the doctor, after seeing me, thought it was all in...

Mrs. Porter would not hear of it... she handed me over to one of my many admirers, to be escorted to the dance floor. I was a bit worried that this game had taken on a life of its own and I really knew that it had and that I was pretty much trapped... I decided to try to make the best of it, at least for the evening. I spent the rest of the evening just enjoying the party, only 'dancing backwards and in high heels'> The women kept me busy as a dance partner for the most of the evening,...

She was back in my room late in the evening after she had served dinner to six people in the dining room, the Garcias, myself and three other guests. I was again impressed how efficient she was as a serving maid. Unobtrusive and polite with very passable Mexican-Spanish. Not that she really had to talk but her answers to various commands and requests were very precise and in correct Spanish. When she had cleared the table and was finally dismissed by Juana...

"You should probably glue your breast forms to your chest so you wouldn't have to keep your bra on when you are in bed with me. I would love to play with your boobs when in bed together, though false, they feel very real to me." Pat murmured. It was our first night together in the new apartment and she was in a chatty mood and was whispering to me as we were lying in bed in the master bedroom after our intense love playing. I was more than pleased and excited as she kept talking to me. She was...