"Speaking of kinky," she said picking a pair of black panties from the pile of underwear and holding them out by finger and thumb. "I want you to wear these Monday.""Marisa, that's crazy!" He challenged her stare."No, it's not crazy. I think you have a panty fetish and...""No, I don't.""Stop denying the obvious, Steve. Besides, there's no harm. I like the idea of you wearing my panties. When I caught you sniffing them it turned me on . I don't know why so dont' ask. Maybe we're a little kinky,...

How did Raven know so much about men who wanted to explore their own femininity? Raven had always known. Her brother was that way and she helped him achieve his feminine goals. Today her brother was a happy man, was married to an understanding woman. Their marriage was open, and her brother's wife was free to engage in extramarital affairs. She always came back to her fem hubby. The two of them were very happy.Raven could recommend Dr. Kerry Ashburn, a sexual therapist. Who was knowledgeable...

She looked at me, her eyes sparkling from excitement and mis- chief, “Come here maid and be quick about it!” “Yes Madam,” I said feeling that the Mistress/maid syndrome was back in the air. I fast approached her. “Kneel in front of me!” I awkwardly did it feeling a bit puzzled, as my submissive genes started kicking in. That wasn’t Pam’s style. She never had asked me before to kneel in front of her. “Are you a servant Nikki? Do you really like being one?” “Yes Madam, you know that I like...

A jolt went through me like an electric current. Did I just hear that? Was she asking me to buy a housekeeper uniform? She even mentioned a dress. I felt weak at the thought. She clearly understood that her words had made an extreme impression as she continued. "Before you react either positively or negatively, let me add this. Starting Monday you will be staying home, cleaning, cooking, doing laundry and all sorts of other mundane chores. Knowing you, you would have ended up in a skirt...

For his punishment, Arthur faced the wall. His mother had threatened inviting some of her lady friends over for tea. Aunt Martha thought it a splendid idea. Her obscene laugh was loud, like the neighing of a horse. Facing the wall wasn't so bad. It was what he wore that was so mortifying. A red pleated, red velvet dress with frilly petticoats underneath, his bare legs exposed, feet in frilly red ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes on his feet. Under the bib-like dress he wore a long-sleeve,...

“If I was being truthful, I guess I would need to admit that the last few minutes have probably been more exciting than anything I’ve done in months... as strange as that may sound.” He paused. “Maybe, this is worth continuing?” A moment later, he stood up and stripped naked. He pulled the panties back up his legs. Again, he felt incredibly excited, not only by the panties and the naughty feelings they gave him, but by the memory of the emasculating look on Heidi’s face; that...

Clare was suppose to be at work. She caught me red-handed and red-faced. I was sitting up, leaning against the headboard. I had a pair’ of panties, the red silk ones. I’'d retrieved them from the clothes hamper in the bathroom. She'’d worn them the day before and they were redolent with her intimate womanly scent. The red silk panties were one of my favorite pair, the material a little thicker, the waist-band and legs trimmed in pink lace, the shape between that of a French cut and...

Conclusion:Shamefaced, I gathered the hem of my skirt in my manicured fingers and slowly raised it up my clean shaven legs. I couldn't look at them but my legs really did look convincing.The skirt came up like a curtain call, above the welts of my stockings which were secured to the garter snaps of the bodyshaper. I exposed smooth thighs and finally I held my skirt about my waist, my privates concealed in panties, framed in the open-bottom shaper. Clare came up beside me and I was powerless to...

I was more and more intrigued by Chrissie. It had been weeks since I conceived or referred to Chrissie as he or him. Chrissie was now she, her... the ideal girl, the ideal lover... with something extra that no GG could offer. Chrissie wore panties at all times. It seemed natural and right on her. She also had a foil complement of lingerie and foundations along with skirts, blouses and dresses. Chrissie's "mum" was very much aware of all this and had shopped for and with her fascinating elf...

As I made my way back to the trolley, she spoke. "What did you think of Josephine?" I turned back and looked at her. "The maid? Can't say I really noticed her." I said. Was I supposed to?" Samantha smiled. Opened her eyes wide. Asked innocently. "You just used the term 'her'. Are you sure?" I couldn't help myself. Gaped at her. "You saying - you saying? She's a GUY!" "Not really. Not anymore. She used to be a male. But was stupid with it. Went out of his way to alienate her wife. After my...

Chris thought that passing as a girl for his frat hazing and trying out for the cheerleader team would keep him out of trouble. Well it did. He actually became a cheerleader, got to join a sorority, and became a popular co-ed; after being diagnoses as a transgender, and receiving school sponsored injections of feminizing hormones, breast implants and some surgical feminization. His mom thought he deserved it all and told him as far as she was concerned he was now her daughter, until he had...

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...