"So Mom? What did you teach Tiffany today?" Syn asked.I think that Mummy was a surprised as I was by Syn's openly calling me by my feminine name but we both ignored it. I sneaked a look at Syn and I could tell that she had been checking to see your reaction and was glad we'd shown none."Not a whole lot," Mummy said. "How to walk properly. Sit, talk, that kind of thing.""I noticed the change in her voice. Much nicer and softer," Syn said. "But I can't really say that I saw her walking. Didn't...

This was a place where men could be dressed as women and no one minded. I edged into the kitchen, my hands sliding up and down my vinyl skirt or nervously touching the hair of my wig; it seemed so strange to be 'dressed' in company. There were about eight TVs in the kitchen from all the parts of the Northwest and all ages and backgrounds. Gradually morfe arrived. The kitchen was the main focal point though some sat in the dining room and others in the front room.The party was actually a...

There were times she tried to talk to me about my dressing, bringing up odd subjects like the story of a man who came to London, couldn't find a job and so ended up dressing as a woman so could work as a barmaid. I didn't like to listen. I was confused and embarrassed by other people knowing of my habit and couldn't talk about it.On another occasion, I was in Marks and Spencer with my Mum and sister; it was the school holidays and we were shipping. My Mum had a basket and as we walked through...

Crossdressing isn't just for boys anymore. What do you call it when a sexy young lesbian decides that the best way to a girl's heart is for her to cut her hair short and put on some jeans and a boy shirt? She soon finds out that there's more than one girl who will fall for her faux boy act. No matter what you call it, the results are H-O-T.

Doug was still laughing. "I'm sorry dude, but it's funny. Come on, it was a joke. Lighten up." Then Doug took a good look at his friend. "Hey dude, I take back everything I said before."What are you taking about?" Cam asked."About whe I said you were an ugly girl. You've not ugly at all. Not even plain. Dude, you are really cute." "Dude," said Cam with disgust. "That is not something that one dude wants to hear from another dude.""But it's true," said Doug, actually becoming slightly...

"Yes. It is terrible when people misunderstand us, isn't it?" She smiled soothingly. "Luckily for me, I'm the psychologist in our family and can wee where Hill maked her mistake. All time ans she though you wanted to be a girl!""Thank you Jrus. Jansen! Thank you! It's so nice and comforting to..." I started."When it's SO obvious that you're a male submissive. I can see where Jill made her mistake. But that's all you really want, isn't it?""Huh? You lost me I'm afraid ma'am," I said."Silly us!...

"What's going on?" I asked with concern as Ann approached me with a malicious grin on her face."Just relax sissy boy, and put these on!" she commanded as she tossed a red satin bra, panty, and garter belt on the bed."Now just a minute..."Before I could say any moire, she grabbed my arm, pulled me forward, twisted me around and pushed me down on the bed. She was incredibly strong for a girl. I felt helpless to resist as she pulled my underpants down around my ankles and slipped them off."You...

Mrs. Barrow used a total of four different colours on Kimmy's eyes. The first was a pale pink, applied from her eyelids up to her new eyebrows. Then a slightly darker lavender on the inner part of her eyelid. and a bold purple on the outer part. The purple was applied slightly above the top of the lid in an pward sweep, drawing the corner of the eye upward. Finally a smokey, dark charcoal was used to like the upper lid, and again was used to draw the outer corner of the eye upward."Ooh so...

Elizabeth beamed. "Like I always say, if a woman shows her natural superiority, a male immediately recognizes this and does what he's told. Off you go then, dear. Make yourself useful!' And she patted me on the rear.Somewhat stunned by this new series of events, I followed Myrtle down into the kitchen. She marched into the larder, opened a cupboard door there and pulled out one of the lovely, feminine aprons so beloved of Mummy."Here you are... Sherry is it now" Get this apron around you, then...

My guy took my hands and pulled me tight to him. Donna was away in the ladies and all I felt was panic. The guy was really strong and he directed m in a spin as I had directed Joanie and I felt myself going with it. Then he twirled me back and I was dancing with a man, taking the girl's part. I blushed and blushed and could only look down, at my dainty girlish shoes, stockinged feet and the tight vinyl on my legs. Worse, of course, were the two mounds on my chest, sticking out in front of me...

On a rare day off, Joanie and I spent a dreamy day shopping for new clothes, new jewelry and fresh makeup. She taught me a lot about shading my eyes for different effects glamorous or demure, depending on how, I, Christine, wanted to appear. It was a new idea that I took to hungrily. To think that I could manipulate other people with my femininity was a thrilling idea and, with Joanie's encouragement, I was shameless for a little while. Once I went out without a bra, encouraged my Joanie, but...

"But Charlotte..." Bill said again. Charlotte was so absorbed in her work, and annoyed, quickly snapped back, "Oh shut up, Bill. Can't you see I'm busy with your hair? Sit up and shut up!" Bill didn't say another word as Charlotte worked away. "Look darling, that's nice! Look at it and I'll put on the finishing touches." She went up to her room again; when she returned this time, she was holding a makeup set. With brushes and powder puffs, she set about making Bill's face up. He was scared to...

"...Here, isn't this lovely?" She was holding up a blouse, still on its hanger, for my inspection. A tremor of fright ran through me, because I knew what she was about to do. The b.ouse was pristine white with a 'V' neck and small pearl buttons down the front. It had rectangular lace inserts down the front on either side and long, sort of blousing chiffon sleeves, with heavy white silk cuffs. "That's lovely!"n I said with a dry mouth and I forced myself to feel the chiffon sleeves between my...

The clerks in the department store were amused and smiled when told why I was to be the purchaser of women's clothing. Betty gave the full details, the reasons and length of time I was being subjected to this punishment. The salesladies became very involved and brought many dresses, skirts, blouses, and sweaters for me to model. With each outfit, I was ordered to come out of the dressing room and into the store area, where there was a three-sided mirror, to be inspected by Betty and the...

As Alan stirred uneasily on the narrow bed he was unaware of the intense scrutiny that was being directed toward is body - a body encased in a tight corset and a filmy, almost transparent, black nylon nightgown that covered him from his neck down to his ankles. A garment that did little to hide the fact that his body had been radically altered in the last four weeks. Christine grinned malevolently as his eyes began to flicker open and then shut again as if he was afraid to leave the cocoon of...