In book one, Chris, now Christina, and Chrissie to his/her friends had been labeled as a transgender boy to girl and found himself living and passing as a college co-ed and cheerleader. In part 2, he gets injections of estrogen. He didn’t ask for it, but the nurse decided he needed estrogen and was injected before he could stop it. The chemical feminization of his body traps him even further in this life of a co-ed. His mom shows up to help but it is entirely too late. ...

Chrissie's Mom returns to help Chris with his girl's wardrobe provided in part by Chris's high school sweetheart. Chrissie is fitted for a prom dress and then a girl's wardrobe followed by a mother and daughter shopping trip to fully outfit him. Chrissie has to share it all with that old sweetheart, now his pen pal. Chrissie is so convincing as a girl that a closeted gay male friend, in need of a such a girl for show, forces Chrissie to be that for him. They begin dating&nbs...

In Book IV the mother of Chrissie’s boyfriend’s finds that Chris, this boy to girl, would make the perfect wife for her gay son and that he is the last chance she has of having a girl of her own to spoil. And so through her efforts Chris is strongly encouraged to remain a girl.She has Chris further feminized, with additional surgery, more training, and therapy to convince Chrissie that he wants to be a girl. Chris finds that he just loves being spoiled with the pampered girl’s life provided to...

From A Maid for Comeuppance: As soon as I left I went to find my housekeeper, Ruth Hamil. Laughing I said, “I think we just found the new maid we’ve been looking for.” “With all our special qualification?” She asked. “No, but he’ll soon have them. We’re going to teach the little shit in the other room a lesson he, I mean, ‘she’ll’ never forgot. She’s going to get a comeuppance she won’t soon forget,” I chuckled. Ruth’s question about, “special qualifications” was an important...

Lazily, I wondered, I liked girls, but needed a boy for marrying purposes. Would it be possible to make a boy into something more acceptable to me? Gentler? More feminine? Would it be possible to have him docile and well  behaved, ALL the time, the way that all were before being handled? I thought of how Rayburn had to be milked twice. Certainly didn't want to get into the habit of multiple handlings. When I'd given him the apron, he'd protested - but weakly, as if he...

Half an hour later the two girls greeted Ruth's mother as she came home from work. Her warm smile and matter of fact greeting suggested that Chessie, a boy wearing and looking good in girl's clothes and makeup, was not something suspect. Chessie realized Ruth's mom was accepting her at face value. "Well, hello Chessie. Really so nice to meet you. Ruth's told me so very much about the new boy in school. I really didn't think anyone could be quite as talented as Ruth said you were. Now I see...

"Shana, you don't know what you're saying." He shakes his head again, goes to the counter for more coffee. "Look at what you're wearing, sweety. I picked it out for you. Red silk lounging pajamas. They look good on you. The pullover top is more feminine than masculine, the bottoms are kind of unisex. And there's nothing wrong with that. I think you should get more into the role, con­sciously being what you already are subconsciously." "And just what do you mean by that?" he demands. "Exploring...

Shana leans closer, face at his hair. He feels her breath on his ear. "We'll talk about this later. Tell me more about the two boys who flirted with you in the park today." She rubs the slick dildo along his hardness. "It was nothing." "Were you flattered?" Shana works his cock slowly, waits but he says nothing. She squeezes his cock, prods his balls with the blunt tip of her dildo. "Tell me." "I was scared." "Why?" She resumes masturbating him. "The way they were looking at me. Afraid I might...

An extremely sexy story of a man, slowly dominated by his wife and her associate, turning him into their feminine plaything.

His pulse races and he feels feverish, doesn't know why. Yet he is aware of a vague atmosphere of excitement. She looks into the bathroom and his eyes follow hers. On the tile floor, near the commode, is a pair of pantyhose and shiny gray panties. His throat is dry and he wants to speak but doesn't know what to say. Meredith leans down, busses his cheek, the touch feathery, tickling his skin. "I'm meeting clients this evening, took a shower and changed." ...

Which was really put to a test when she produced Pinkie’s large, wide pink collar and snapped her leash on it. “I got this at Bark & Meow, and look I even saved Pinkie’s dog tag,” She said, and before I could say anything she had it on me and buckled. “Now here’s what’s interesting. When I picked it out the woman said, ‘Are you sure this is for a dog, it’s one of our biggest collars.” “I don’t know what you mean,”...

At night, lying between satin sheets in my soft nylon gown, I would hug a lacy perfumed pillow to my breast and envision ways to please my lover. Before drifting off, I would find myself speculating if she would like me in a particular dress or hairstyle as I planned my ensemble for the following day. Imagine a boy having such thoughts even though I hadn't been much of a boy these past seven months. Still, given my strange circumstance and my limited contact with...

When she escorted me back into the living room, I felt positively tiny beside her. In her long clinging dress with a slit up the front - and extremely high heels she was well over six feet - a beautiful predator. As if timed, Eric and Bobbie appeared at the same time. I had been woried about what he'd think of my feminine getup, but lost that concern the second I saw him. He was wearing a SKIRT! He was wearing a satin BLOUSE! He was wearing NYLONS and HIGH HEELS! And to top it all off? He was...

“How do you like your pretty new things Miss Dana?” Maria asked, putting special emphasis on the Miss. “What’s going on here?” I demanded as I stared at the clothes. “This is part of the wardrobe you’ll need for your new life,” Nicole replied. “Remember? I explained it to you downstairs, and you asked about fancy things.” “This can’t be Nicole!” I screamed. “Those are girl’s clothes, for Christ’s sake!” “Nevertheless, these and similar items are the clothes...

Vera pursed her lips. Stared at me. "David? I know you don't know me but please? Don't countermand my instructions or orders again. Is that clear?" My mouth went suddenly dry. I nodded. "Very good!" She said. "Now. Carmine was telling me that you're very good around the house? Margaret and I decided to buy... A sort of... Introductory? Present for you." At these words, Margaret handed the paper parcel to me. I took it. "But... You didn't have to do that..." I said starting to open it. Oh god!...

"You seem pretty confident that I would do this," Jimmy replied, "and I think you had a right to be. There are a few conditions though. One, we'll only do it in our house when we're alone; two, I won't dress up fully until I feel the time is right to do so, and three, none of this must ever be known to other people, at least until I have to do the trial." "That's all right. I will set one condition, and that is that you try on more and more female garments, also in combination, so you can get...