"Please, would you come out with me when I look like myself again?"I knew it was a mistake as soon as I said it. "Never I could go out with anyone in this town. I've had all the offers, from all the boys your sister thinks are real cute. And what would they do if I did go out with them? They's soon be going camping or fishing with the boys. Come the football season they'd be going to games, or training. I don't want tha sort of relationship."I'm not that kind of person," I said, feeling...

George didn't hate Patricia. In fact he always looked back on their night together with tenderness and appreciation. Some evenings, alone in his new apartment, he would wonder whatever happened to her. And as he applied his lipstick and eyeshadow, he would silently thank her for showing him things he never would have known about himself without her intervention in his lifel

Every time I tried to picture in my mind's eye what I might look like by Saturday evening, I began to shake and cry. It took every nerve I possessed to resist the temptation to run away again. I tried to put it out of my mind, but visions of myself in satin and lace veiling kept popping up in my head. Driving by the bridal shop, I noticed a particularly egregarious Victorian style gown. I became fixated on it and couldn't get it out of my head.The week was such a torment I actually found...

"Now Katie, I have already explained your new status in life so I won't bore you with the details again. You do understand that you are now penniless and completely in my power, don't you?"Karl fought back a tear of misery as he sadly squeaked his acquiescence of the facts of life as dictated by Janet. Lying there, tied helplessly to the bed, he could see no hope of throwing off the shackles of oppression that she was so skillfully weaving about him."You really are a natural sissy, aren't you...

"... I'm sorry for crying, I just can't help myself. Oh Karen, I'm just so happy being a girl like this for you. I've never ever felt this way. I just don't know how to say it... I feel so complete, just so much my real self. Oh Karin, please don't be angry with me, but I... I love you so much." Then he cried some more.She just held him, and as she did she too was filled with a feeling of completeness. She thought, 'I can be my real self with him, I don't have to play girl for some man; and...

The wedding was just a blur to Jean. He was scared that someone would find out who was in that ultra-feminine ensemble and also that he would mess up her part and spoil the whole wedding.Jeff didn't care about this sort of thing as a general rule. How come it made such a difference when he was directly involved, such as being a bridesmaid? Did the wedding clothes change his way of thinking? Would wearing fancy dresses and lingerie make him a fairy or a queer? With Jill's coaching on the way to...

On the ninth Saturday of his ordeal Leslie was allowed to beg the pardon of the women he had wronged. He also kissed hems, licked shoes, carried packages and tended doors. This week was different in two regards, however. First, he was finally allowed to beg Marjorie's pardon. It was to no avail, of course4. The second difference was that his hair ribbons were not the greatly enlarged embroidered versions whose ends lay on his shoulders or fluttered down his back. He was allowed to thank the...

The headmistress proved not only to be a fine exemplar of the beauty she taught, but to be a kind and caring instructress. She game me little peace, but then relaxation and repose were not what I was in school for. I was there to learn the art of beauty and of beauty culture. I was there to claim my right to be beautiful, but I had to learn this art and Madame meant to see that I did. most students had an assigned partner and partners worked on one another in the classroom. My partner was...

He expected to find the red baby doll which she had worn. Instead, there was a beautiful full-length, nylon, white lace nightgown with the expected peignoir, panties and a bra! He stood there stunned. "What is she thinking? It must be a mistake!"He thought about it a bit. "Maybe this is what she meant by 'carrying it a big step further'?" The more he thought about it, the more he figured it might be fun to go along with her this time. He began to put it on. At first, he couldn't work out how...

"I think you have something for my boyfriend," Susan asked the older lady in the shop as Matthew looked at the amazing display of wigs on their stands around the shop. "I promised him he could be someone else this weekend. I think something on the trailer trash style would be about right."Matthew listed in awe, and then it was as if a circuit was turned on in his brain. Things couldn't get worse whatever he did or said. "Sure honey," he said trying to affect a drawl, "I wanted to be, like,...

Mr. Benson was puttering about in his backyard and happened to look over the low fence to see me sitting there having my lunch."Afternoon Teri," he called to me."Good afternoon, Mr. Benson," I called back. "Beautiful day isn't it?""Sure is. Warm enough that we don't need jackets yet. Nice outfit. You look pretty good in it.""Thank you, I feel pretty good in it too.""I take it you're going to be dressing as a woman a bit more now?" he asked. I had finished my soup, so I took my sandwich over th...

Going down stairs, I was glad for the kick slit at the back of the skirt. It was a tight a-line in which, like so many women, I limit-walked. My skirt did not snap by being drawn taut, but I did step out as for as it would allow. I had seen this limit-walking in many women before, and so did not feel self-conscious as long as I did not actually snap my skirt. Of course. out on the street, I also had the sound of the metal taps at the tips of my high heels, as they clicked on the concrete...

I could not resist the offer. Who could? Having decided to take the job, and commit myself to femininity - for a while at least - here was an offer to help me get it right. I was ecstatic. I had discovered quite quickly that I liked what I was doing, I found it becoming more and more compulsive and I knew I didn't want to stop. I told them alll these things and much more. It was wonderful to have friends again.I was sent to dress. This, you have to understand, is never a quick process for a...

"Now beg me sincerely and pathetically to help you 'Barbie'. And if I don't like your efforts, I'm out of here."P...please Joyce, I beg of you, don't leave me here. I will do anything that you say. I will do anything that you want. Please, please don't leave me.""Not bad, hussy, but not good enough. Try calling me Ms. Joyce and don't refer to yourself in the first person anymore. Instead refer to yourself in the third person, Barbie. You aren't important enough to be considered as a real...

"There! Now I'm just a sissy maid," David told himself, suddenly completely into the fantasy. He brushed his hands over the puffy dress and apron. He twirled around, then found a mirror, admiring what he saw from the neck down."Oh god, this is silly." he whispered before putting on his sister's back sholes. "Oh god, I'm done! I'm all dressed like a common woman. The dress, the garter, everything!" He was so excited.David ran to the door, putting his ear up against it, listening for footsteps....

What eluded him was the "why" of the situation. It was obvious that seeing him transformed into a woman was pleasing to her, and that it was a kind of punishment for what she thought he had done to her. What confused him was that his eagerness to get through her punishment as quickly as possible only seemed to increase her delight in the situation. After all, she had put a limitation on her spell (or whatever it was) to make sure that no more than one change took place per day. She had said it...