"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...

"And you want me to do the dirty work?" I (Joe) asked. Rich paused. Took another cigarette from the packet on the table and lit it. "I need a woman to play the part." "Why?" I asked. "A woman could move around the hotel more easily than a man without arousing suspicion. She could, for example, go to the bar and say she's meeting a date. She would then go off as if she's been stood up. Most important it wouldn't look too unusual if she was seen entering the room wearing gloves." "But...

"What do you think Mom?" Sophia asked as I came down to dinner. I still felt very self-conscious as a blonde. I'd tried to dress it down, but there was no way I could hide it. I had on my usual skinny jeans, black this time, with black heels and a tight T-shirt with cap sleeves. "I think you look really beautiful." Mother said to me. I'm really pleased that you're joining in with your sisters and doing what they want. Without you they'd never have had this opportunity."...

"Mama, Se�or Muertazos is a very bad man," I said, "but I will not sin with him, and I did not know that he wanted you to dress me as a girl. Now I am Maria and I love being Maria. I do not even know how to be Mario anymore. Please don't make me stop being Maria." Mama looked at me with concern, but not with understanding. "Is it for Deputy Juttings that you wish to be Maria?" she asked. "I do not think that is wise." "He treats me as a lady and - he admires me as a lady. I...

"Are you ready to go?" Mr. Antrobus called/ "Ready as I'll ever be,' Howard answered, and stepped through the door. Mt. Antrobus stood a few paces away, looking him up and down. "...if you really want me to go like this?" Howard stood back to give him the full view. "Yes, of course." Antrobus replied. "You scrub up rather well." "I'm not sure what you want, but I look like a boy dressed up in his sister's clothes." Howard took a deep breath. "Is this what you intended?" "I have no idea...

"So Frank, you want me to be your - uh - your dominatrix?" Rebecca inquired. "I think that is what it will take," Frank told her. "You realize I have zero experience in this?" "I'm sure you can do it. The basic concept is simple to grasp." "All right, then. I'll be right back." Rebecca grabbed some of her men's clothes - dull and drab, khaki trousers and a shirt of similar color. She went behind one of the two flimsy screens that served as the dorm room's only safeguards for privacy while...

(After the dance, in his bedroom cleaning up from his appearance as a witch)I couldn't concentrate. Greg filled my mind. I hadn't thought about the sex thing with any seriousness. I know how I felt as he said those things to me. I was certain he knew who I was."I'm not girlfriend material," I told myself sternly, yet I knew that there was a new power in the makeup and the feelings beginning within me."If I can be a witch, I wonder if Karen can make me a prom queen as well." I pictured myself...

"You had me fooled," Melissa said as she kissed him on both cheeks. "What happened? Silly question; I can see what happened, but why?""I got fed up," Carla replied. "I hate being a third rate drag queen, so I decided that I had to either run away altogether or go back to being a female impersonator.""But you can't hide that hair and those nails," Melissa held his hand and touched his hair. "I don't intend to," Carla said. "I learned a long time ago that it was easier to stay in character than...

Denise, yes she had to be her, as best as she could, these horrible days, shuddered and told 'Uncle Jacque' she'd kill him if she ever found him in her bed. He'd laughed, or leered, it could have been called, at his pretty 'niece' in her frilly, bouncing waitress 'uniform'. Yes. a man might discover her, DEnise, and have his way with her. It could be her uncle, as if she was a woman, and then...Sooner or later, that someone, his hands inside her panties, would think of 'her' as the degenerate...

"Well you know how such a day should end," Richard said as Denise clicked and rustled to the barracks door in her dance dress and high heels. Captain Turner stopped and pulled her off the path, out of the of the light. "The last test," he said, not knowing of the beery kisses she had endured earlier. Richard then kissed Denise on her lips, but it was quite unlike the earlier kisses. This was done with intent, by someone who knew that Denise was really Ken.Denise was terrified, hardly knowing...

"You, you're Edward Jackson." I told Belinda Lee hesitantly as I brushed out my hair and put on the earrings she had set out for me in the bedroom. Then she had me assist her in changing the sheets on the bed I had slept in with her brother. I felt so funny about that and so domestic as Belinda and I tidied up the bed and made it new, clean and presentable. We girls put frilled pillowslips on the pillows and a clean nightie and pyjamas on the bed as if I was going to be there again that night,...

I shivered as I thought about that, being accepted as a woman. It had seemed to come so easily, especially since the constant attention of electrolysis, wax and other depilatory creams by Barb. I still felt I had to wear foundation to cover my face but Barb insisted that I shouldn't, given the short time I was doing the work we did. I hadn't shaved, except for my legs, since that first time of being a 'drag queen'. My legs I did every second day whether they needed it or not.Giselle made me...

Females in that era (the last half of the 1800's) all wore corsets to cover, shape, and support their bust and midriff. While Daniel was rushing to get covered by those bloomers, Natalie was selecting a corset for him to wear. The twins easily controlled Daniel by grasping his ears, while they instructed hmi on what moves to make. The order was to slip quickly into the corset, and fasten the front closure clips.Nancy, secured his hands to the metal footboard while Natalie was deftly lacing...

As Casey was cleaning, Rodney was in the AV room putting the finishing touches on his program.He's coming along better than I expected. I really liked how he tied that blue dress shirt into a bow knot under his chest and cuffed the sleeves above the elbows. Even wearing white tennis shorts with his hair tied off in a high pony tail. Giving him that iPod was sheer genius. It's really re-enforcing my main program. I need to go over that new programming now, he thought switching on play."Suzie...

I had never worn women's clothes when the sons of Belial attacked me. That came later, almost 5 years later. True, youths sometimes tried to get me to wear them - in hope, I feared, of committing the sin of Sodom with me - but I refused them. They did not press the matter too far, for the two sons of Belial, Juan and Arturo, had made my axe and pitchfork as well known as my girlish pretentions. Not until I was almost 19 years old did I appear in women's clothing as Aldonza. ...

It was Robert. I just stared at him, gobsmacked, at first. Finally I found my voice. "Robert, what are you doing here?" I asked. "Hi. Well, I called in to see Aunty actually, but I have to confess I was also hoping to see you. You look stunning." I put my hands to the front of my skirt. "What, I'm just in my work clothes." I told him. "You could wear a bin liner and you would still look amazing, but, honestly, you look great. I've tried to find you at work before, to thank you for coming with...