"Are you ready to go?" Mr. Antrobus called/ "Ready as I'll ever be,' Howard answered, and stepped through the door. Mt. Antrobus stood a few paces away, looking him up and down. "...if you really want me to go like this?" Howard stood back to give him the full view. "Yes, of course." Antrobus replied. "You scrub up rather well." "I'm not sure what you want, but I look like a boy dressed up in his sister's clothes." Howard took a deep breath. "Is this what you intended?" "I have no idea...

Allowing another man to lead him was almost as humiliating.as the dance costume he was wearing. But Danny skated backward, and soon found he did not need to keep looking behind if he trusted and followed the directions Brett sent to hmi through subtle motions of his body. Danny even learned how to execute a spin, as Brett would indicate it through lifting and rotating he boy's arm. Danny and Brett continued to skate like this, face to face Danny held securely in Brett's arms, making wide, lazy...

"Let me look at you," Mother gushed and came and took my hands. "I love the dress, and the makeup. You're such an artist." "And no one would guess I'm a boy." I said. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" "Of course I am." Mother replied. "I always thought you were better as a girl than a boy." "Now it seems you have your way," I replied. "My female persona has been accepted as the inheritor of all this. I've been photographed and introduced in enough places to know that any change to boy status...

"So Frank, you want me to be your - uh - your dominatrix?" Rebecca inquired. "I think that is what it will take," Frank told her. "You realize I have zero experience in this?" "I'm sure you can do it. The basic concept is simple to grasp." "All right, then. I'll be right back." Rebecca grabbed some of her men's clothes - dull and drab, khaki trousers and a shirt of similar color. She went behind one of the two flimsy screens that served as the dorm room's only safeguards for privacy while...

Danny looked at the skirt, the leotard, the wig and all the assorted items he still held in his arms. He tossed them onto a chair in disgust. He looked at them again. Was he really thinking of doing this? I mean, the alternative was to be arrested. Although if he put on the waitress uniform he would probably still end up getting arrested, only in a dress. Or possibly spanked and then arrested. In a dress. but $5000! Danny whipped off his Jersey and shorts, deciding to make this decision...

(After the dance, in his bedroom cleaning up from his appearance as a witch)I couldn't concentrate. Greg filled my mind. I hadn't thought about the sex thing with any seriousness. I know how I felt as he said those things to me. I was certain he knew who I was."I'm not girlfriend material," I told myself sternly, yet I knew that there was a new power in the makeup and the feelings beginning within me."If I can be a witch, I wonder if Karen can make me a prom queen as well." I pictured myself...

"You had me fooled," Melissa said as she kissed him on both cheeks. "What happened? Silly question; I can see what happened, but why?""I got fed up," Carla replied. "I hate being a third rate drag queen, so I decided that I had to either run away altogether or go back to being a female impersonator.""But you can't hide that hair and those nails," Melissa held his hand and touched his hair. "I don't intend to," Carla said. "I learned a long time ago that it was easier to stay in character than...

Denise, yes she had to be her, as best as she could, these horrible days, shuddered and told 'Uncle Jacque' she'd kill him if she ever found him in her bed. He'd laughed, or leered, it could have been called, at his pretty 'niece' in her frilly, bouncing waitress 'uniform'. Yes. a man might discover her, DEnise, and have his way with her. It could be her uncle, as if she was a woman, and then...Sooner or later, that someone, his hands inside her panties, would think of 'her' as the degenerate...

By then I was wearing the undergarments I was supposed to wear for the production; the corset, the suspenders, the stockings, the French knickers. I never asked - and Clara never said - why I needed to wear all female undergarments, but she had implied that it was to help make me feel like a woman, so I would act more convincingly. I know there was more to it than that. For some reason, she really wanted me to embrace being female - she wanted the look to be total - she wanted me to feel like...

The cop took one last studious look at Tony, then put is hands on Tony's shoulders and slipped the dress down over them, down his upper arms, the still further until Tony's new breasts bounced out freely from the dress's confines. Now Tony really wished he had worn a bra. Tony felt his face starting to burn as the officer's large hands cupped each breast and began to massage them and roll them. Tony just stood as though frozen in fear, not moving as the officer continued to fondle hs assets....

"Well you know how such a day should end," Richard said as Denise clicked and rustled to the barracks door in her dance dress and high heels. Captain Turner stopped and pulled her off the path, out of the of the light. "The last test," he said, not knowing of the beery kisses she had endured earlier. Richard then kissed Denise on her lips, but it was quite unlike the earlier kisses. This was done with intent, by someone who knew that Denise was really Ken.Denise was terrified, hardly knowing...

"Maybe if males had more choices in clothing styles and materials, there just might be more reasons for shopping and practicing to create exceptional looks. As things stand now, if you see one male, you've seen them all. What a surprising display you have exposed me to with the opening of the door into the feminine world. I will be a least a full year trying out all of your lovely fashions."

"Oh wow! Oh my God, this feels so fucking unreal."Suddenly Tony could hear Jodie's voice but not through his hears. It was as if the voice was in his head a little as if he was thinking using her voice... but not."Are... are you... in me? He asked in a shaky nervous voice."Yeah, I can feel your heart beating. I can feel your blood pumping through your body. The warmth, the warmth is amazing."Tony tried to sense her. He had this sensation, the kind that you get when you have a nasty shock; when...

"You, you're Edward Jackson." I told Belinda Lee hesitantly as I brushed out my hair and put on the earrings she had set out for me in the bedroom. Then she had me assist her in changing the sheets on the bed I had slept in with her brother. I felt so funny about that and so domestic as Belinda and I tidied up the bed and made it new, clean and presentable. We girls put frilled pillowslips on the pillows and a clean nightie and pyjamas on the bed as if I was going to be there again that night,...

I'm pleased, very pleased that Charlotte is back. Nadine leaves the room and comes back with a brand new black leather jacket we bought over the summer in a sale. It is ruched around the hem and even has small pockets. she helps be put it on, pulling out my hair so it sets over the top of the jacket. I draw the up the zip, slightly.I look very natural, very feminine. The white and black dress with the red flowers peeks from under the jacket, it touches my knee and the black tights show off...

I didn't even feel the needle penetrating my skin. Waves of drowsiness washed over me after a minute or so. I felt myself slipping into a semi-conscious state..."I want you to listen very carefully to me now, When you hear Amanda or anyone else refer to you as Terri, it will make you happy. the more you hear people calling you Terri, the more comfortable you will feel with the name. The more you hear people calling you Terri, the more normal it will feel. Greg will begin to feel like a strange...