Carson was silent on the drive back, deep in thought. He understood what he'd been told about a group of girls together. He remembered how catty his cousins could be amongst other girls. He didn't want to be the victim and knew he'd never survive if he was. Should he ask for breast implants? He wanted so much to complete the mission he was preparing for. He'd under gone some transformation already, earrings, belly button piercing, and hair removal. He idly ran his hands through his hair and...

He looked in a large mirror and his hands immediately came up to cover his mouth in shock. His hands flashed long pink nails. His hair had soft waves and shone with a health gleam. The obvious thanks ere the straight bangs that had bench just above his eyebrows, eyebrows that were darker and had neat lines to the arch that had been created. The second thing was that there were blonde highlights in his hair... He wanted to scream, he wanted to protest, but as his mind raced at a hundred miles...

"Needless to say, I was just mortified to think that my husband was some sort of fairy. I almost would rather had you be anything but that. A woman just can't picture her husband as a passive homosexual. My God, you have bo idea how I suffered in that perfumed love nest of yours." "Dam it Betty, I'm not a queer!" he swore angrily turning to face her as his hands clasped together while he tried to control himself. "You know I'm not!" She laughed in sheer joy. "Oh darling, what a cartoon...

"When we get back you are going to have to change clothes." "It's too early for bed." "I don't mean that sort of change," Anna said. "I want you to get used to wearing a dress and higher heels." "Is that essential right now?" "It's compulsory." She looked across at me. "All your boy stuff is going out into storage. You're full-time girl now." "People will see that I'm not." "Then it's going to be up to you to make sure that they don't. Clothes are half the battle, hair, nails. perfume and...

“A contract? What are you talking about?” I asked. “It’s simple, my dear husband. I don’t want to waste my time. If you are serious about dressing as a girl, then I will help you. But before I do, you will have to commit to learning from me. “Wait a minute. What is this here in the contract about me being a little girl, then a teenage girl, then a young woman, and then an adult woman?” I asked. “Don’t worry about that part. It’s just a few steps in your development along the way.We’ll have...

Just as suddenly she released her hold saying, “I just want you to know what we might do if you don’t behave. Do you understand?” Numbly he nodded seeing Miss Baker pick up from the desk top a pair of pale blue ruffled cotton panties! “Put them on, and no funny business,” Sarah repeated applying the pressure once again to remind him of how easy it was for her to torture him. She then released him while Miss Baker handed him thepanties. Meekly he took them into his shaking hands and slipped...

‘‘I’d like you to tell me what you did to my brother last night,’’ Kellie asked next day when she and Sharon took a break together. ‘‘Nothing really,’’ Sharon replied. ‘‘I only said a few words to give him a bit of confidence.’’ ‘‘It was more than that,’’ Kellie insisted. ‘‘You have some power over him.’’ ‘‘Okay. I’ll admit it but you have to understand that I’m not malicious in any of this.’’ Sharon took her coffee and they went to sit in a quiet corner. ‘‘I’m a hypnotist as well as anything...

"I’ve talked to the girls." Zoe caught up with William a few days later."They’ve had a vote and decided that you should come to the carnival night." "That’s really kind, but" "You can be an honorary girl for the occasion. You have to dress up" Zoe stopped William as he was about to decline. "They’ve seen your screensaver and they think you should dress up like her." "But that’s a portrait; she’s from a hundred years ago" William suddenly knew it had been a mistake to put that picture...

From The Dulci Daily Story: "And now what? I do love the thought that I’ve been giving pleasure—I mean literary and sexual pleasure — to males and shemales far and wide. I’ve found it terrifically exciting to reveal what used to be my deepest, darkest secrets, and what are still my wildest fantasies, to anyone who wishes to see. It givesme erections to write about such things; I hope it also gives my readers erections to read about them and see them...

‘‘That’s evil.’’ Michael laughed at the idea. ‘‘You’re a devious person, Genevieve Larson. I’ve never heard anything like it.’’ ‘‘I can’t hear you rejecting the idea out of hand.’’ ‘‘I’m intrigued,’’ Michael replied. ‘‘What did you have in mind?’’ ‘‘I don’t want to do anything forceful,’’ Jennie said. ‘‘He seems a nice kid, a little naïve for his seventeen years. I thought I might be able to persuade him to have some fun pretending to be my niece.’’ ‘‘Aren’t I a...

“Randi, how nice to see you,” she said with a snicker. “I like your outfit! Low-cut to show off your boobs and high-cut to show off your legs. Complete with 5-inch fuck-me stilettos. I can see that you have evolved as a sexy little slut. How nice of you to dress up for me.” I did not know how to respond. Was Martha just playing with me and joking? Was she trying to make small talk to get me to laugh? I took a step closer to Martha as I was about to tell...

Once all the oohing and aching was over, Craig wanted to get back into his own clothing and wash the makeup off his face. Wendy, William and Elise all thought he should stay as he was until closing time, Wendy saying it would be a shame to waste all of Maisy's efforts.  For Craig, it was more a case of enjoying the feeling too much that concerned him; he had never worn nylons before and loved the look and feel of them on his legs. He was and always had been a breast man and the very...

I must have fallen asleep or maybe I was in a trance or, as a scientist might say, an altered state of being. I was still naked and the book was still in it's case on my lap, but the candles had burned away and gone out. I blinked, then I moved. I knew at once that something had changed when a heavy lock of hair fell in front of my eyes; I looked down and couldn't believe what I saw. I had breasts; not male breasts, but full feminine ones with brown...

Along the way, Lynne discovers that he enjoys the feeling of skirts and his friend Frank enjoys it more. Their adventures include running the gauntlet at school amongst their peers and the school staff. They must go out in public, only adding to the thrill of it all. Lynne and Frank's mothers compare notes and notice that their respective sons seem to share some unusual personality traits, leading the mothers to open opportunities for the boys to explore their feelings. Come along and enjoy...

As Candy left for her shower, Craig went to the drawer and found number of visitor guides to LA which he brought out, ported a mug of coffee and settled into n armchair as he looked through the guides. He was still reading when candy returned from the shower, a large towel tied around his waist down to his feet. Craig was momentarily in shock. There standing before him, was a guy! Candy was bare-chested... no sigh of any breasts, also, whilst not short, his hair was much shorter than Craig had...

"Your price for security is your dependence upon me. As a child owes all to her parents, so you shall owe me. Without me, you will be helpless. You shall be devoted to me as a dependent. Your every action shall depend on my reaction. My voice is your conscience, as your soul belongs to me. Therefore you are mine to do with as I see fit." Angleo's mind spun with her words. "These are my terms. And knowing them, you have no choice but to accept. For I desire them of you. You, as my chattel,...