"Yes dear I made an appointment for you on Saturday at my hairdresser. She told him and he didn't know at that time the difference between a barber and a hairdresser, and these were the early signs of when his life would begin to change, in ways that he could never imagine.  As he walked out he saw himself in the mirror and couldn't see where they had taken any of at all. The long tresses now had a spiral curl in them and his eyebrows were not just neatened up as the beautician was...

As Coop spoke, Gedeon pulled on a pair of black leather gloves and began checking in and around the bed, then the bedside table drawer. "You must think me some kind of fool, Chloe. Is that what it is?" he asked, this time looking inside and rummaging in the Coop's purse. It took a few seconds of Coop's vodka-addled brain to realise he had just been referred to as Chloe. He looked up and saw that Lebedev was now brandishing a gun in his direction. "Ah! Who would have thought that his infamously...

"Look, I can't help wondering if you haven't got me muddled up. People see to think I have been to your country before and you seem to suggest you know me though I swear I have never seen you. And I have all these terrorists or whatever they are, chasing after me for something I know nothing about. If I am, somehow, the one you think I am, then I need answers, I need things explained to me because, right now, Sir, I think I am going out of my mind."...

I swallowed hard, causing the matrons to laugh at my blush. "What are you planning to do to me now, send me back to St. Vitus to have me made insane?" "Oh no, for that I am truly sorry,: the Duchess countered in shocked horror. "You will be allowed to continue as Charlotte. Why not." For the longest moment, I sat silently considering my past, seeing the utter reality of her simple remark, 'Why not?' "You cannot be anything but a woman, and you are very fortunate to be beautiful as well as...

This was a blonde who could stop traffic; cause an accident at fifty paces; and make the holiest think impure thoughts. She walked into the office, pushed the half open door, and sat in front of the desk. Harry watched. The low-cut top left very little to the imagination. This was a blonde that blondes might dream about becoming when they grow up. "I need some help." She said. Her voice was gruff and masculine. It didn't match anything he was seeing.  Harry's mouth opened and remained...

"Lord and Lady Wharton are waiting on you," said Eloise, turning down the bed, allowing me to see the pretty panites and short, frilly nightie that would arouse any man's passion for a wife dressed as such. "Enjoy the ride, my lady, and let me congratulate you on being a grannie now!" Ooo, I'll have to get even with her for that remark! Oh, but Eloise's choice of clothing, or lack thereof, was perfect for my husband. I felt like a girlie sex kitten again with my husband. He seized me as...

In my spare time I had continued to think about that blue warehouse. I decided to get a look inside before my surgery if for no other reason than to satisfy my curiosity.  There had to be something there, I just knew it in my gut. Maybe it was possible that woman's intuition had come with hormones? I ate dinner at the Hilltop Restaurant overlooking the river above the marina two nights the week before my surgery. The food there was as good as the food at the private club...

"It's so odd, isn't it?" Roberta said tentatively. "It's the ones who knew me before, and treat me like a girl now, who give me goose bumps all over. Mike had his arm about me when we went back to our table. Right in front of everyone, he put his hand on my hair like the other boys did with their girls. I was shaking all over. Harral asked me if my legs were tired since I was dancing in such high heels. Mike said he hoped not, as I had such pretty legs. He gave me a hug. I think...

By then I was wearing the undergarments I was supposed to wear for the production; the corset, the suspenders, the stockings, the French knickers. I never asked - and Clara never said - why I needed to wear all female undergarments, but she had implied that it was to help make me feel like a woman, so I would act more convincingly. I know there was more to it than that. For some reason, she really wanted me to embrace being female - she wanted the look to be total - she wanted me to feel like...

The cop took one last studious look at Tony, then put is hands on Tony's shoulders and slipped the dress down over them, down his upper arms, the still further until Tony's new breasts bounced out freely from the dress's confines. Now Tony really wished he had worn a bra. Tony felt his face starting to burn as the officer's large hands cupped each breast and began to massage them and roll them. Tony just stood as though frozen in fear, not moving as the officer continued to fondle hs assets....

I didn't even feel the needle penetrating my skin. Waves of drowsiness washed over me after a minute or so. I felt myself slipping into a semi-conscious state..."I want you to listen very carefully to me now, When you hear Amanda or anyone else refer to you as Terri, it will make you happy. the more you hear people calling you Terri, the more comfortable you will feel with the name. The more you hear people calling you Terri, the more normal it will feel. Greg will begin to feel like a strange...

As the only other transgendered woman in the group, Cindy remembered her own reaction, a stunned "Oh my God" when she saw her female self for the first time, wearing a long green dress, black stockings, and black patent leather pumps. She hesitated in her response, trying to say the exact right thing. "You will always remember this moment, girl, cherish it. Ladies, let us give the young lady some time and space to revel in her feelings. Girl, join us when you are ready to take on the world as...

Jack's pictures did not excite Marianne - indeed Jack had expressed strong suspicion that Marianne, known to him only as Martin, was a queer because of Martin's obvious lack of interests in them - but something else was exciting Marianne greatly, right now. Her secret excitement was more intense than it had ever been before, except perhaps when she was climaxing with an imaginary boy. Her dearest dream, nurtured in solitude since 1951 when she was only 11 years old, was about to come true. Now...

I ran, not because of her words, but because of the knife in her hand. The problem was that I ran in the wrong direction. Instead of turning back I had gone further into this colorful neighborhood. If there ever was a moment to start panicking, it was then and so I did. I was flipping so hard that I didn't notice the police car pulling up next to me. Before I knew what was happening, I was pushed into the car by a police woman. She hadn't cuffed me. Not that it was necessary. With those heels,...

Putting on her los top tennis shoes, she walked across the room. Suzanne felt pain in her lower legs. Replacing the tennis shoes, Suzanne discovered that her legs wouldn't permit her to wear normal shoes and she would be restricted to wear high heels all the time now.Gone were the days of carefree living. Now she knew that whenever she wore her jeans or short shorts, she would stand ot like the whore she had become.Doris watched her as Suzanne attempted to reverse the Bimboization process...

Andy reacted badly to the news that he was supposed to stay in character as his sister, continuously, for a few weeks or more. It wasn't that he was scared of being found out that he was really Andrea's brother, a boy in a dress, not that he didn't enjoy himself hanging out with Andrea's freinds, or even that he felt uncomfortable about meeting with his sister's boyfriend on dates. To the contrary, Iam was being like a true gentleman and giving him the space he'd asked for, and he had fun,...