“Honey, before I tell you what I have in mind, I’d like to ask you some questions.” There was the barest of hesitations, as though she really didn’t know how to approach the subject “...about you liking to wear girl’s clothing. I know that you love to do it, wear girl’s clothing I mean, but what I’d like to know is, why?” Why did I like to dress like a girl? That was something I’d like to know myself. The desire to dress like a girl had both thrilled and scared me.... ... “It’s really...

“I would like to take our fantasy one step further. I want you to don an outfit from among my things each evening upon our arrival home,” she said seriously. “I also had two wigs custom made for you to wear, both jet black to match my own hair coloring.” “Two wigs?” “Yes, for you to wear depending on the time of the evening. One is drawn tightly back into a bun and the other with the tresses falling long and free like mine when I prepare for bed.” “In other words,” I said, a little...

After the physical, the doctor turned on this slide projector and began giving me this really detailed lecture on human sexuality and reproduction. I mean like really graphic. Then he began explaining about the physical, mental and emotional changes that a male goes through, when he’s put on something called female hormone therapy. And he explained all about that to me as well. He spent a lot of time and attention on how especially effective it is, when it’s administered to someone as young as...

On the tenth day, Wilma’s external transformation was complete. Bill was gone forever. As Wilma admired herself in her mirror, wearing a sexy, size six, petite dress, an inner sense warned her that something was wrong. 'I look perfect, so what is the matter?' she asked herself. “I am the woman I have always wanted to be,” she added aloud, taking pleasure in her sweet-sounding, feminine voice. After the inner transformation was complete, Wilma entered the stage of induced amnesia, during which...

“You look smashing,” I said. “Like a model or something.” “Thank you,” he said, and he looked genuinely pleased. “You seem as though you like it.” He shrugged. “If I have to look like a girl, I’d rather be a pretty one than an ugly one!” He crossed his legs and it was impossible not to notice how smooth and sleek they looked. It was obvious that he had shaved them. “What are you wearing underneath?” He feigned shock. “Alan! You can’t ask a girl that! It’s impolite!” “Sorry,” I said, grinning...

“Yeah, some woman sure did a number on your head, didn’t she?” “Yes, Ms. Rachel,” I agreed. “I suppose. . .” “Was it your ex-wife?” I shook my head. “No, Ms. Rachel, she hated to see me wearing skirts!” “How about an ex-girlfriend?” I shook my head again. “No, not really. . .” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” she demanded. “Well, there is Carole Anne.” “Oh yeah, I’d like to meet her.” I curtsied again. “Yes, Ms. Rachel,” I whispered dejectedly. “But not her.” “Your Sister, then? She’d be...

Next morning I was Ruth. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head I was Ruth. They’d given me the opportunity and I was going to take it for all I was worth. I confess to overdoing it a little. Although it was morning, I was dressed and made up for the evening. I wanted to be over-the-top feminine just to show that I wasn’t overawed by the occasion, and it felt good. I was liberated. I paused before going down to meet the Colonel. I’d heard a car arrive about fifteen minutes before and I...

“The only way you could ever hope to know what a hell it can be most of the time would be if you and I were somehow able to trade places,” she said evenly. She turned to face him, to watch his expression in the light of the oncoming cars. “Of course, since that could never happen, you’re pretty safe in your oh- so-superior ‘man’s’ world.”“Superior man’s world?” Tim asked, wondering if his wife had suddenly become a feminist.“And even if it could be done, changing places that is, you wouldn’t...

From To Fit the Crime “First, I’ll take a sample of blood to analyze your own DNA and tailor it to the new, female form. That will be injected back into you along with special proteins which will turn off your male genes and allow the new ones to work. These will slowly change your body, first each cell, then all your organs until, in about a year, you will be totally female. It will not hurt though at times the changes will make you feel very uncomfortable. In the space of that year you will...

I should probably tell you why I’m in the hospital. A little more than a week ago, on Saturday, I woke up here to discover that the afternoon before I’d had a sex-change operation. I was really groggy at first and couldn’t tell if it was a dream or what. Pretty soon I started feeling the pain. Then Dr. Vidal, that motherfucker Louis, came by and asked me how I was doing. That was when I knew it wasn’t a nightmare. I tried to scream at him but my throat was so dry that nothing came out. I felt...

“You’re not going to leave me like this?” Jonathan protested with a shocked and panicked look on his face. “I absolutely am!” she chuckled. “And if you don’t do exactly what I say from now on, then I’ll leave you that way forever or do even worse. “I could change you into a fat old lady or a whore and then destroy the amulet!!” He shivered at the intensity of her anger, yet felt a strange thrill over the humiliations involved in her words. “I’ve only been gone a few hours and obviously you...

I didn’t wake up until late the next morning when Dr. Timmerbum came into my room and woke me up. I asked him, “Well, Doctor, when are you going to operate on me?” He chuckled and told me, “I’ve already operated! In fact, unless there are problems, you can go back home tomorrow!” I was incredulous and said, “I don’t believe it! Where are the IV tubes and all the other stuff?” He didn’t answer, but instead went to the dresser and got my hand mirror. Then he came back to the bed and gently...

Now, a week later, Lisa and Lynn were coming to review the effects of their demented handiwork. I trembled at the thought of being seen by my sister as I now was. “I had no idea the change would be so dramatic!” Lisa exclaimed as I stood motionless and nude before them. “Yes, we’re quite pleased with the results of the Stage One injection,” answered Dr. Sanders. “Nurse, please read the last entry on the patient’s chart.” Just a short while ago, I would have been consumed with sticking my big,...

Don’s eyes were on the television watching the weatherman talk about high pressure systems and storm fronts, but his mind was a million miles away. `What had he gotten himself into? Had Agatha given him hallucinogenic drugs? Or maybe just contaminated soup?’ He could now distinctly feel invisible hands all over him, gently massaging his muscles. The feel of the massaging hands became stronger, firmer, and increasingly insistent. Still, they somehow retained their gentle quality. Don felt as if...

When Martin returned to his room after breakfast, he found clothing laid out on the bed. A pair of skinny jeans. A lightweight U-neck sweater. Matching bra and panties. A pair of Maureen’s ballet flats. “Mom, those are girl clothes.” “Yes they are. And that is appropriate, because you are going to become a girl. A girl who will grow into a fine woman, like your sister.” Then she yelled “Maureen, come in here.” Maureen came in a moment later. “Honey, help...

He was totally naked and appeared to be totally oblivious to the two feminine breasts stuck firmly to his chest. He had BOOBS! He had grown a pair of breasts. Not the small deposits of fat that men sometimes get when they’re overweight, but a fully formed set of women’s breasts! And in less than four hours! They looked oddly like her own, complete with nipples that were as large as her fingertips. Lori fought the impulse to scream or to look down at her...