"Sit at the vanity, Ginger wants to do your makeup." said Helga.I sat down and tilted my head up to face Ginger applied a smoky grey eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. Red rouge was next, followed by a thing layer of cherry red creamy lipstick. She clipped a pair of long earrings to my earlobes, then picked up a purse-sized bottle of perfume and squirted some behind each ear and on my wrists. After placing the black wig on my head, she pinned a large red bow to the top, then selected the proper...

She wasn't really ready for Greg Avazon when she saw him standing outside her patio garden gate. She wondered who the tall, attractive girl was with Marla, but she kept her tongue and asked them in. Becca threw her hand over her mouth, eyes bulging. "Omigod! Greg!"He wore a colorful daylight puppy print blouse, button down the front and loose at the waist. He had fastened some carnival jewelry to emphasize the open neck. The white linen slacks were tucked into black ankle boots, slightly...

The next day when father came home from work, he asked to see me in his study. When I had closed the door, he announced, "If I didn't know that Spencer was a fine upstanding young man I would think there was a hint of homosexuality in his request to date 'Elizabeth' again whom your sister tells me is you. As it is, I know no reason to doubt either you or Spencer and I can only conclude that he perhaps felt you took the punishment a mite too well and wants to make you feel inferior and see you...

Jack called Paul to ask his advice on what he should wear to meet his family. Paul came to Jack's room, to assist his new ward. " I think you should be conservative, yet dress like someone your age would," Paul stated. They began at Jack's feet, and worked their way up. A pair of low-heeled sandals, nude panyhouse, a skirt in black that fell about his knees that was followed by a white, lacy blouse. Jack only complained slightly about the blouse. It would show his bra and camisole straps. Paul...

Jane Calls the ShotsJohn's RetirementMoving an Important WitnessSurprise From Mother Nature

The bedroom, like everything else, was gorgeous. I walked into the bathroom and it, too, was beautiful. For the first time in my life, I had to sit down to pee. When I finished, the toilet flushed noiselessly. I washed my hands and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was the picture of femininity from the maid's cap at the top of my wig to my makeup, costume, nails, stockings and high heels. To see me, you would never have guessed I was or had ever been a boy. I walked back out to the...

As I stood there, I felt Stuart stand behind me, close enough to feel his warmth without actually touching. I glanced from the corner of my eye over my left shoulder to see him. Glancing around I saw that Lisa and Chris weren't in the room. Obviously sensing my apprehension, Stuart commented that they had both gone to the toilets. Aware that there would be only a couple of minutes before they returned, I relaxed gently backwards until our bodies touched. His left arm automatically came up...

"Do you want to get out of this dress?" The question woke me from my reverie."Do you think I should?" I whispered, not entirely sure that was the correct response and not entirely sure that was the correct response and not entirely sure I wanted to hear the answer."I think so. It's not one you want to mess up." he whispered in my ear.The lips left my neck and the arm moved from my stomach. I half turned seeing him still standing beside me. He reached out his hand and took my elbow, ushering...

"Nurse?" the doctor called."Yes how may I help you?" the nurse in the short white uniform replied."My name is Dr. Simpson, our ship's medical officer," he said."My name is Ben. I am one of the nurses assigned to this wing." Ben extended a finely manicured hand towards the doctor. The had was smooth and soft. "Would you tell me what is going on here?" the doctor then asked. Ben cocked his head, and scanned the room. Then Dr. Simpson asked, "Why are all the men dressed in feminine attire?...

Ned grinned. "I did the gentleman's thing," he said. "Now it's your turn to do the lady's thing.""Which is?" I asked, feeling the hear rising in me."A good night's kiss?" he asked tentatively."One," I said without thinking.I should never have kissed him. When we heard others coming out of the elevator, I didn't mind that he moved across the threshold of my room and let the door close. I didn't want him to stop- kissing me, not with the way all my senses went reeling as he did it. My manicured...

"My my!" she said. Had a busy night, huh?" I don't know what came over me, but without any semblance of though, I took the sides of my pants in my hands and curtseyed her! "Yes Miss," I said.I think she was as astonished as I was! "How nice! Billi, you'll have to do that more often! What a charming way for you to show respect! Please do it for me again? A little deeper this time? I've never had a man curtsey to me before!"Totally humiliated at my own stupidity and spinelessness, I curtseyed...

Armed with the proper wardrobe and his gift of gab, Sydney is soon accepted into the Women's Air Corps. Once in, he hooks up with two "real" girls who accept him as the girl he appears to be. Unfortunately, the three are captured by Germans and forced to satisfy them sexually. Nazi medical scientists take a special interest in Sydney's situation, deciding to experiment to see if Sydney can be made into the perfect Aryan woman.

"Do you kiss like a woman or do you not?" Jack Merchant asked me, showing the whites of his teeth again."Not," I said then as he kissed me. His hand was on the center of my bare back as he pulled me close to him and crushed my mouth with his. His other hand was about my waist. He almost choked the breath out of me as he hugged me'; my thighs and stockings came right against him. It was a fierce kiss, one that seemed to impale him in my mouth and I'm sure that the was his intent. I could...

The kiss was as electric as it had been the night before. Tami felt shivers run up and down her spine. How can this be, she thought? It didn't make sense, but then the kiss felt so good she didn't bother to care any more.Alex sat down to eat his breakfast, which Tami considered a good sign. He even made her sit for a cup of coffee. "How was your night?" he asked."I had trouble sleeping," she admitted, being careful to speak slowly. "I can't remove these breasts. It's been a long time sine I...

All of us have a fantasy girl that lives inside of us. She may be shy or outgoing, prim or sluttish, beautiful or pretty. She is ours to dress as we wish. But rarely are those wishes granted Sure we can dress a certain way, and pretend to be what we are not. But what if, by chance, our most secret wish could be made to come true? Just how far would we be able to take her, and how much of you would be in that person that you have become?

I wanted to feel the soft tricot on my skin again. I loved the image I saw in the mirror when I was fully made-up and dressed. Passing the cosmetic counter, I imagined myself doing my own makeup or sitting in a perfumed bubble bath, then dusting myself with perfumed body powder before putting on one of those peignoir sets.I was trying to find a way to resolve these feminine feelings. I went on the Internet and got some valuable information about transvestism and transsexualism. I wasn't sure...