"You boys all missed having a real girlhood. This week you will have that experience. There are some boxes under the bed. You are to wear the contents to the chapter meeting tonight."By the time I had kissed the hem of her gown and she had slithered down the stairs, I was shaking like a leaf.When I saw the contents of the boxes, I nearly fled.I lay the contents our on the bed. What I saw was a complete ensemble for a nine-year-old girl going to a party. I was sure, however, that I had never...

"Very good - I'm lucky to have such cute little cooks! Anyway, are you taking my dictation Andy? Good - let's start with me. I'm the Mother and will do the following things: make the living, make the financial decisions, and worry about the future. Next comes the Daughter, Diana. She's not here but I can speak for her. It's her job to study hard, get good grades and graduate. Next comes the House Hubby - that's you, Jessie. Your job is to keep a nice house for me - that means cleaning it and...

"We did all we can for you, sweet cakes. You ain't no new boy, anymore, ya a ghetto gal, fer sure. It's like we promised you when ya joined the gang. We promised that you could have our protect until you lost your uppity smart ass boy ways and we helped ya to fit in with the rest of the gals here. We done it, so you're on your own, baby." Amy warned as she hald blacked my way so the others could go ahead.

The woman introduced us to Mrs. Smallwood, the owner of the store. "Mrs. Smallwood, these ladies are interested in seeing some of our special garments," she said. Then she left.Mrs. Smallwood looked at each of us. "And which of you is interested in my speciality?"Neither of the others said anything and I guess my deep blush gave me away. "You needn't be embarrassed. You are really quite beautiful, my dear." She walked around me and studied me for several minuets quite closely. "You have a...

Looking at my reflection in the full length mirror, I was astounded to see that I not only was attractive, but I would have liked to date a girl who looked as good as I did them. The only problem was, wearing these things gave me a perpetual hard on, and I hoped it didn't show."Okay, let's go downstairs and see if Eleanor agrees that you are as attractive as I believe you are. I'm almost jealous of your appearance, and when your hair grows out a bit, we'll be able to make you more...

If the shopping experience was an emotional shock to his system, his return home was worse. As he surveyed his room and its feminine contents, the inescapable reality of his new existence hit him full force. Everywhere he gazed he saw feminine finery and lacy frills. It was painfully obvious that his mother and aunt intended him to become a very feminine young lady.

"Girls don't do that here." (said Aunt Jo)"Girls, what do you mean?" (said Bobby)"Well look at yourself. You don't look like a boy do you?""But i am a boy.""Not here you aren't. You don't have any boy clothes for one. For another there's the way you acted last year. I won't have that behaviour in my home and your mother told me that keeping you petticoated changed you. Well, that's fine with me. You are young enough to stay petticoated and undetected until you go home. Now, it can be just our...

Now that I had embarked on this new life, I found that I was addicted to sexiness. I adored the short skirts and high heels - I practically never wore flats - tops which showed some cleavage, red nails, full make-up, flowing hair. Mother was amused that even if I was hanging around the house for some time I always took time over my appearance. But I went out every day, even if only to browse the shops or go to a movie. I was very aware of the admiring glances of men and boys and enjoyed them...

From The Training Bra..."As difficult as this is for you. I think you must try your best to make ago of it. I will know pretty much what is going on and I will try to keep things from getting too bad. I have asked the faculty to ignore your appearance and not to comment on it or otherwise add to your embarrassment. Mr. Bramson notwithstanding. Coaches are like that. It's part of coaching. If you can ignore the taunts and the ragging, try to get along with Kenneth and help him out. I think you...

From Penance in Pumps:It had been a hard day, and it wasn't over. After I crawled back from the bathroom, I hoisted myself up on the big fluffy bed, pulled a lace edged pillow underneath my head and felt like escaping my predicament for a while. I did. I dozed off almost immediately. It was the only relief I could think of.As I dozed off my mind was still spinning with the questions of how I could live for the next ten weeks with my heels five inches above the floor. The last dreadful thought...

Over two weeks had passed and "Gene" had not worn a stitch of male clothing. Of course, there was probably none in the house to wear, so he decided his adventure had begun."He" had to put all concepts of "Gene" our of "his" head, at least for the summer. Come what may, Regina must bow to her fate and yield to the wishes of the powerful women influencing her life. It was her only hope for freedom.

I'm not saying that they had to pry me out the door with levers, but there was a large portion of reluctance on my part to leave that relative haven o safety. How could I do such a thing? The shoes felt funny, my legs were cold from being semi exposed to the "raw" air, the skirt and slip were downright distracting and limiting my step size to say nothing of the unaccustomed weight and size of those bumps on my chest. Only the remembrance of the image in the mirror coupled with the "good of the...

"He's not taking any hormones," Sueann protested firmly, interrupting Betty's story. "In fact Jamie doesn't even like to use aspirin."Better thought for a minute and snapped her fingers. "Of course, that's got to be it! He's working at the Franklin Pharmaceutical Company isn't he?""You know he is. What about it?" Sueann asked."What do they make there, in fact, what is their only product" Better countered smugly. "Everyone knows that, they make birth control..." Sueann blanched and ran to the...

"Bartholomew Curtis Wingate," the judge intoned from the bench. "You have been found of manslaughter by a jury of your peers." The Prosecutor had reduced his charge. He didn't want Bartholomew Wingate to hang; he wanted him alive and humiliated. "Have you anything to say for yourself?""You and all your cronies will regret this," Bartholomew stated sternly. "You don't know who you are dealing with.""And you obviously are not aware of whom you are dealing with, young man." the judge returned....