"I think I've been raped," Sarah (once Michael) said later that day as recovery became more apparent. Louisa's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You'd better tell me." "I think it was a set-up," he said. "Karl was here with a makeup artist called Marty. We talked a little about the interview and had drinks with dinner." "Did you start the interview?" "I don't remember; I don't think so." Sarah rubbed her forehead. "It's all hazy. I remember feeling faint and being helped up to this room. It...

It was totally unfair, quite unsportsmanlike, and womanly! Only a woman would take fun in such a cat and mouse game of subtle cruelty. If ever I had been aware of my hand-me-down girls' clothes it wasn't until this moment when I was squarely placed between manly courage and all-too girlish actions. Could they really expect me, a Duke's son, to beg for permission to be trained a a dometic? 'Proper station' indeed! And did they actually intend to keep me here? "I shall not! I am not a girl,...

"You can earn more money at least," I told him sarcastically as Alex gave me a puzzled look. "The dates you go on as a girl." I said to him. "You'll be able to replace what you can't find by the end of the week, won't you?" Alex stared at me. "You could date like me as well," he said slowly, which stunned me all through by thin body, his eyes running up and down me as if judging what kind of girl I would be, "and make some money for yourself. You could do what I do just as...

I beckoned to Rosie to come and join us. "This is Rosie." Shyly, he stood and they embraced in a brother/sister sort of way. "Rosie is hereby appointed as your new drag nother, if that's what you want. Be sure, because once you start your apprenticeship with her, you have to stay to the end." "But I never wanted children," rosie blurted out, holding tightly onto his hand, with amusement in her eyes and shock in his. "Rosie, I'll be your best student ever." Anne said. " I never had a...

Stan saw me at once. His eyes bulged as he looked me over, and he grinned at me. Almost at once my panties started to bulge beneath my skirt in response. I could see that Stan was highly delighted with my looks. I wore a hippie headband, my round wire-rimmed glasses that could easily pass for girl's glasses, my favorite cream-colored see-through blouse, a long purple tie-dyed skirt, not loose enough to keep my rapidly burgeoning erection inconspicuous, and my nicest sandals, with purple socks...

This was a blonde who could stop traffic; cause an accident at fifty paces; and make the holiest think impure thoughts. She walked into the office, pushed the half open door, and sat in front of the desk. Harry watched. The low-cut top left very little to the imagination. This was a blonde that blondes might dream about becoming when they grow up. "I need some help." She said. Her voice was gruff and masculine. It didn't match anything he was seeing.  Harry's mouth opened and remained...

i didn't feel very brave right then. That night my dream came again, but this time it was different. it was almost as if my mind had rationalized all the things that I was committed to. This time, I knew I was the girl. No, that's not quite right. I knew I was playing the part of a girl, from my pretty toenails to my super long hair. I had the waist, the hips and the breasts. I had the nails and the earrings. I didn't know how I knew of how I imagined the feelings, but I was so...

"Lord and Lady Wharton are waiting on you," said Eloise, turning down the bed, allowing me to see the pretty panites and short, frilly nightie that would arouse any man's passion for a wife dressed as such. "Enjoy the ride, my lady, and let me congratulate you on being a grannie now!" Ooo, I'll have to get even with her for that remark! Oh, but Eloise's choice of clothing, or lack thereof, was perfect for my husband. I felt like a girlie sex kitten again with my husband. He seized me as...

"Lord and Lady Wharton are waiting on you," said Eloise, turning down the bed, allowing me to see the pretty panites and short, frilly nightie that would arouse any man's passion for a wife dressed as such. "Enjoy the ride, my lady, and let me congratulate you on being a grannie now!" Ooo, I'll have to get even with her for that remark! Oh, but Eloise's choice of clothing, or lack thereof, was perfect for my husband. I felt like a girlie sex kitten again with my husband. He seized me as...

In my spare time I had continued to think about that blue warehouse. I decided to get a look inside before my surgery if for no other reason than to satisfy my curiosity.  There had to be something there, I just knew it in my gut. Maybe it was possible that woman's intuition had come with hormones? I ate dinner at the Hilltop Restaurant overlooking the river above the marina two nights the week before my surgery. The food there was as good as the food at the private club...

"And you want me to do the dirty work?" I (Joe) asked. Rich paused. Took another cigarette from the packet on the table and lit it. "I need a woman to play the part." "Why?" I asked. "A woman could move around the hotel more easily than a man without arousing suspicion. She could, for example, go to the bar and say she's meeting a date. She would then go off as if she's been stood up. Most important it wouldn't look too unusual if she was seen entering the room wearing gloves." "But...

"It's so odd, isn't it?" Roberta said tentatively. "It's the ones who knew me before, and treat me like a girl now, who give me goose bumps all over. Mike had his arm about me when we went back to our table. Right in front of everyone, he put his hand on my hair like the other boys did with their girls. I was shaking all over. Harral asked me if my legs were tired since I was dancing in such high heels. Mike said he hoped not, as I had such pretty legs. He gave me a hug. I think...

"What do you think Mom?" Sophia asked as I came down to dinner. I still felt very self-conscious as a blonde. I'd tried to dress it down, but there was no way I could hide it. I had on my usual skinny jeans, black this time, with black heels and a tight T-shirt with cap sleeves. "I think you look really beautiful." Mother said to me. I'm really pleased that you're joining in with your sisters and doing what they want. Without you they'd never have had this opportunity."...

I don't really remember when it happened for the first time but it must have been around the time we were starting our exams. I was at home a fair bit to do some revision which I did assiduously, unlike most of my male colleagues. One morning, I heard someone speaking to me. A new voice called out "Michael" quite softly but firmly to gain my attention. It was repeated several times before I worked out where it came from. It was the ballet dancer poster on my wall. Suddenly...

"Mama, Se�or Muertazos is a very bad man," I said, "but I will not sin with him, and I did not know that he wanted you to dress me as a girl. Now I am Maria and I love being Maria. I do not even know how to be Mario anymore. Please don't make me stop being Maria." Mama looked at me with concern, but not with understanding. "Is it for Deputy Juttings that you wish to be Maria?" she asked. "I do not think that is wise." "He treats me as a lady and - he admires me as a lady. I...

Of course, when I took Max to Tanya's house the following day, he had absolutely no knowledge at all of how his life would change - nor did I. Would I have done it if I had realised? I honestly don't know, but what happened that Wednesday was that Max was subjected to one of those life changing incidents that have many unforeseen consequences but at the time seem innocent enough. So when Tanya opened the door to us, Max did not detect the warmth in Tanya's voice and the smile on...