On a cold winter's day in December, Mrs. Pember called Lucinda into her office."The last prisoner exchange is happening this afternoon. You need to get to Rocketts landing by 4:00 to board the boat. It will take you back north to Washington D.C. and you will be able to rejoin the Union Army afterwards. I could have let you go in any of the exchanges, as Colonel Taylor instructed, but you were such a valuable nurse that I was selfish and wanted to keep you as long as I could. I rationalized it...

"You are enjoying this aren't you? Why can't I keep on being dressed as a man when I think and feel like one? If you are right and I am Eve, she can wear her clothes when she is back. And for the record, you and Eve may forget about that 'thing'. It belongs to me and I'm not her.""Don't be a fool. You are Eve. You many not behave and think like her - yet - but you will at least be dressed like her. It's her body and you will treat it with respect. Which means woman's underwear. be glad I am...

I took my time and removed my makeup slowly, looking at the person I'd become. Even as my eyes revealed themselves truly, my eyelashes thick and dark and curled, it was a woman who looked at me somberly. Removing my bra left me with high, rounded mounds on my chest, moving easily as I stretched my thin arms to re-braid my hair for sleeping.My lips had never been like that when I'd been Arrat Metherd. They'd never been so full, so pink, like my nipples, or so soft and kissable. ...

"Jim, what would you say to becoming a woman?"Where the hell did Edith get that idea from? Whatever my wife may be, she is not a stupid woman. I was sure this had been will thought out. I thought for a moment or two in  stunned silence and gave the only answer I could come up with at the time."Why?""Because if I am honest with myself, I never did my wifely duty , did I? With you as a woman, that could change. I would even turn a blind eye should you have a relationship with another...

As I stood up, I felt naked as the hem of the skirt fell halfway between my hips and knees. The tight taffeta uniform clung tightly across my body, particularly hugging my corseted cinched waist. The neck of the uniform was scooped. Allowing a fair amount of chest to be revealed. Between the corset putting pressure on my chest and the falsies being squeezed, I had been given artificial cleavage. There was a vast amount of stockinged legs peeking out from under the fancy petticoats and rumba...

"...Put the promo on for Annabel, Mallow."I choked on what the judge called me. The promo was one I'd seen in the distance but not with sound. "Wouldn't you like to be just like us?" the strikingly attractive, blonde Laura was saying."Come on over to our side," a brunette, just as pretty, flicking her long hair behind her huge earrings girlishly, puted at whoever watched the promo.I thought that they were nurses, working on a patient. But the patient was a guy. He was shaved, so quickly...

The rehearsals for the charity do started. Pearl and I go two nights a week as do Larisa and Sadie. Pearl and Larisa were were were usually together chatting away. What they were saying, I have no idea. Liz was working us like dogs doing the high kicks and all that for the can-can. SAdie seemed friendly with some of the other girls in the chorus line. Girls, I say; I was getting into the lingo, classing myself as one of the girls. Pearl slyly said, "It's time you came in your dress,...

She leaned over close and asked, "Can you keep a secret?" When he nodded yes, she continued. "I was looking down at my brightly painted red toes and thinking what a bizarre world I live in. Three months ago I might have been out with the gang truing to steal a cAdillac. Now I'm being escorted in one like a princess or something. Also three months  ago, if you'd have told me that I'd be dressed and made-up as I am right now, I'd have hit you over the head with a bat. Now, just look at...

"Billie, you were made to be a girl," I said. "You like it don't you?" "Of course I do" Billie said softly. "I"ve always loved it when you have made my face up but I have tried to resist it as I knew it was wrong." "It's not wrong, Billie." I said. "You're just transgendered, you are not harming anyone. It's OK Billie, it's OK. Viva la difference. Just enjoy the fact that you are a transvestite." I loved that word. Better than gender-bender or crossdresser or transgendered - transvestite was...

"Guys, I have something to tell you about Stephanie. I am really starting to like her a lot, and I want to continue dating her." "What?" Brian asked. "Stephanie is a transsexual and has been living as a woman since she was nineteen. It doesn't bother me, but if it bothers either of you, I will stop dating her. She understands. Victoria sat silent for minute, thinking of the right answer. As the defacto leader of the family, she would play the decisive role. Victoria, however, did not rush to...

"You aren't planning on making me to out of the house like this, are you? Because if that's what you're planning, then you might just as well get a gun and shoot me, Jill. I won't go out looking like this," he warned her. "First of all, if I wanted to take you outside like this, trust me, you'd go. I wouldn't have to shoot you. All I'd have to do is let enough of the right people know about the New You. I think by the time they got done with you, you'd be begging me to shoot you," she told...

Fourteen year old freshman Renee Faalla, who was removed from abusive parents by a judge in Owensboro, Kentucky, describes her experience this way: I used to think of boys who prefer dressing as girls as being 'weird' or 'queer'> Both of my parents are lushes; they were violent toward me, my brothers and a special needs sister. They never even met a transgender person. I'm very thankful for the judge who removed me from my parents, and placed me here at Rainbow. My mind really opened up...

"I've noticed that your aversion to lingerie isn't as deep as it used to be. So this is my proposition. Just hear me out before you react." I braced myself for what was coming. But it still knocked me off my feet. "You wear lingerie that I give you." She laid her hand over my mouth, stopping me from going bonkers. I could not believe my ears. "You already are used to it. So that can't be the problem. You will write a report every day on how it feel, fits, and everything else you think about...

"I've noticed that your aversion to lingerie isn't as deep as it used to be. So this is my proposition. Just hear me out before you react." I braced myself for what was coming. But it still knocked me off my feet. "You wear lingerie that I give you." She laid her hand over my mouth, stopping me from going bonkers. I could not believe my ears. "You already are used to it. So that can't be the problem. You will write a report every day on how it feel, fits, and everything else you think about...

"Day dreaming about making love to a man?" asked Wesset then, making me break out of the stiff pose I'd been holding."Oh yes," I murmured to him and smiled. Well it was no use not admitting it to the old alchemist, was it? I did love to make love to my husband. I was his woman. And if Lady Sherrene had been a man once and now was a woman, well I'd follow in her high-heeled shoes as much as I could. I'd decided that. Oh Peveret, I begged him silently, please come home as quickly as you can....

"Do come in George, I've just to put my coat on. Be a gentleman and help me slip it on."Inspector George Bentley was lost for words as he saw this vision of womanhood standing before him. She was poured into that slinky black dress, all curves. How does she do that, thought George?"It's over there, George." Josephine was pointing at the black faux fur coat."What?" George Bentley was mesmerised by the woman standing before him. "Oh, coat, yes." He lifted it and took it to Josephine who turned...