When Millie went downstairs to show off her new self, Brenda let out a small gasp. "Oh my, you are beautiful," gushed Brenda in amazement, "Hon, you are meant to be a woman."Millie did a little twirl to show off and asked, "Do you really think I look good?" Brenda shook her head, still of a bit from the shock that a man could look so real as a woman."You look real, Millie. If I did not know you, I would never say that there was a man under that dress." this comment made Millie feel great. She...

Once I served the ladies, I was told to join them. So I sat down on an easy chair. One of the watchers was talking."You see Emily? The group of which we are part is international in scope and is formed of many women."Emily blinked. "I don't get it Why do you need an organization that size?""Our problem has reached almost epidemic status. The feminine gender is, unfortunately, undermined and made a mockery of, by far too many women who have been convinced that ehy should project a 'bimbo'...

I could not believe how I was being transformed. My clean shaven legs, encased in mylons and heels, gave me a nice set of womanly legs. The stuffed bra and waist nipper had changed my body showing a narrow waist thus adding a little more to the hip line, while a clean-shaven face showed little trace of masculinity. Except for a slight amount of hair on my chest and light hair on my arens, I was looking very similar to Betty.

In sheer desperation, I had threatened Aunt Beryl, told her that I would report her to the authorities for what she was trying to do to me. She just laughed in my face, told me to go ahead, they would be lieve what their eyes told them, that I was a little sissy, already more girl than boy. Besides, even if they did believe me, all they could do is take me into care, I couldn't go into care. Even Pemberton High School for Girls was preferable to that.

By the time they graduated from high school and were in college, the two decided to do something about their situation. They began to acquire female clothing, wigs and makeup.and joined a transgender group in Nashville. There they met others who also felt out of place and "lost" in their born gender. And the learned how to dress properly and how to apply makeup to create the woman they knew themselves to be.After some practise, Angela and Kelly began to go out in public with some of their TS...

It was like a religious experience to Brandon as she stood before the mirror; it would be an experience never to be forgotten. And there she was, in the flesh! The impossible become certain. The family resemblance was uncanny. She could have been Gakem his older sister, and yet... it was he, Brandon, as if male hormones ad never worked theire damage, the corruption. Younger and prettier than Gale, she giggled as her hands stroked cheeks unblemished by whiskers; cheeks that were both soft and...

Clothing was laid on Miss Madeline's bed. "Albert, I have selected the most delicious items for you to wear."Albert sat on the edge of the bed. Miss Madeline slid delicate stockings up over his legs. Next came white starched pantaloons, long knee-length underwear that was adorned with the sweetest eyelet lace. Albert pulled them up over his hips. Miss Madeline matched these with a snow white camisole. Albert slid with ease into his new feminine undergarments. The corset was next. Perhaps a...

Rachel wheeled into the lean-to next to the apartment that hel such vivid memories. She closed the car door gently so as not to disturb Henn, and went inside. Standing in the bedroom doorway, the magic of that night so long ago came back to her. The passion that hid the shock of Reeve's death, the purpose and commitment and the sexual response. It was all there. "The stories these walls could tell," she thought.

"I think I would like to grow a beard someday." "I don't care about later. For now I don't want you to wear one and shaving will only make it worse. Electrolysis can control it better. Aso Tracy, I would like you to let your hair grow out a bit more. It's too neat and perfectly masculine as short as it is now." "You want me to look more like a girl?" "No. I want you to look less attractive to other girls. I know the real you and I'm in love with the real you so it won't make any difference to...

Johnny / Jenni, I'm going to diagnose you as being transsexual. Since you are just twelve years old, you're the youngest person I'm ever had to confer this diagnosis on. I'm going to set you up with an endocrinologist for hormone therapy. Then, after sufficient time has passed that you can adjust to living comfortably in the role of a girl, we can set you up with a surgeon and make plans for surgery. However, we will need your aunt's consent before we can start hormone therapy and facilitate...

"Damn it all, Carla, it's me, Hank!" But he kept backing away from his girlfriend who seemed to be on the edge of screaming."I don't know who or what you are but you're not Hank!" Her eyes wide, the cords knotted on her neck as she stood there in her tattered bathrobe, her back to her cluttered desk. "You're..." She looked up and down that impressively stacked figure and that oversexed face as if any one of those features would discount this stranger's claim. "Hank's over six foot!" she spat...

"Shut up," she said. "I'll do the talking."I shut up. So much for self respect, I thought. This was one time when I especially didn't want to upset her.She continued, "You're going to be one hot little number, aren't you?"I assumed she meant it when she told me to shut up so I didn't answer."You're going to be my hot little number. You've going to turn everyone on all day with your sexy legs, round ass and big tits, but none of them are going to get to have sex with you but me.""You're going...

Wouldn't you know it but it wasn't five minutes before the phone started ringing. I nearly jumped out of my skin, watching through a haze as Stacy picked it up to say hello."It's for you Mare," she handed me the phone"Hello," my feminine voice sounded a bit tinny. All that practice was paying off. Was this what I wanted?"Hi," his deep voice was rich and alive and caused my heart to flip. "I've missed you," I could almost taste his physical presence. "I hope you're planning on being at the...

From A New Tomorrow - "What are you doing to me?" I asked, my voice close to panic."I suppose you could call it reeducation. You seemed confused. I thought that some intensive treatment might benefit you; clear away some doubts. We do this by flooding you with pure estrogen. I have also arranged, just for you, a little injection containing female hormones and donor female DNA taken from this young lady." She held up a 8x10 photo. "Her name is Juliet Parker, she is nineteen years old and as you...

Four short stories...Birthday - a special birthday story and its aftermath. Broken Leg or Not - a boy is treated for a broken leg, even though that might not be the case. Dad's Corset Design - a frustrated Thomas Edison and the consequences on himself and his son. Finally - Confused Military Orders - a young man whose military career took a very wrong turn. ...

I almost swooned as my mind tried to take in all that I saw and I asked myself just how the hell was I going to be able to exist and accept a body like this? For a 6'2" muscular boxer, living in the body of a fourteen year-old girl had been difficult enough, but this...I had coped well so far and not encountered too many difficulties; Lucy didn't have a boyfriend for a start. Okay so she had been interested in a boy called Scott, but I hadn't so much as had to kiss him. I had managed to retain...