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It was like a religious experience to Brandon as she stood before the mirror; it would be an experience never to be forgotten. And there she was, in the flesh! The impossible become certain. The family resemblance was uncanny. She could have been Gakem his older sister, and yet... it was he, Brandon, as if male hormones ad never worked theire damage, the corruption. Younger and prettier than Gale, she giggled as her hands stroked cheeks unblemished by whiskers; cheeks that were both soft and...

It was like a religious experience to Brandon as she stood before the mirror; it would be an experience never to be forgotten. And there she was, in the flesh! The impossible become certain. The family resemblance was uncanny. She could have been Gakem his older sister, and yet... it was he, Brandon, as if male hormones ad never worked theire damage, the corruption. Younger and prettier than Gale, she giggled as her hands stroked cheeks unblemished by whiskers; cheeks that were both soft and...

Clothing was laid on Miss Madeline's bed. "Albert, I have selected the most delicious items for you to wear."Albert sat on the edge of the bed. Miss Madeline slid delicate stockings up over his legs. Next came white starched pantaloons, long knee-length underwear that was adorned with the sweetest eyelet lace. Albert pulled them up over his hips. Miss Madeline matched these with a snow white camisole. Albert slid with ease into his new feminine undergarments. The corset was next. Perhaps a...

Clothing was laid on Miss Madeline's bed. "Albert, I have selected the most delicious items for you to wear."Albert sat on the edge of the bed. Miss Madeline slid delicate stockings up over his legs. Next came white starched pantaloons, long knee-length underwear that was adorned with the sweetest eyelet lace. Albert pulled them up over his hips. Miss Madeline matched these with a snow white camisole. Albert slid with ease into his new feminine undergarments. The corset was next. Perhaps a...

Rachel wheeled into the lean-to next to the apartment that hel such vivid memories. She closed the car door gently so as not to disturb Henn, and went inside. Standing in the bedroom doorway, the magic of that night so long ago came back to her. The passion that hid the shock of Reeve's death, the purpose and commitment and the sexual response. It was all there. "The stories these walls could tell," she thought.

Rachel wheeled into the lean-to next to the apartment that hel such vivid memories. She closed the car door gently so as not to disturb Henn, and went inside. Standing in the bedroom doorway, the magic of that night so long ago came back to her. The passion that hid the shock of Reeve's death, the purpose and commitment and the sexual response. It was all there. "The stories these walls could tell," she thought.

"I think I would like to grow a beard someday." "I don't care about later. For now I don't want you to wear one and shaving will only make it worse. Electrolysis can control it better. Aso Tracy, I would like you to let your hair grow out a bit more. It's too neat and perfectly masculine as short as it is now." "You want me to look more like a girl?" "No. I want you to look less attractive to other girls. I know the real you and I'm in love with the real you so it won't make any difference to...

"I think I would like to grow a beard someday." "I don't care about later. For now I don't want you to wear one and shaving will only make it worse. Electrolysis can control it better. Aso Tracy, I would like you to let your hair grow out a bit more. It's too neat and perfectly masculine as short as it is now." "You want me to look more like a girl?" "No. I want you to look less attractive to other girls. I know the real you and I'm in love with thereal you so it won't make any difference to...

Johnny / Jenni, I'm going to diagnose you as being transsexual. Since you are just twelve years old, you're the youngest person I'm ever had to confer this diagnosis on. I'm going to set you up with an endocrinologist for hormone therapy. Then, after sufficient time has passed that you can adjust to living comfortably in the role of a girl, we can set you up with a surgeon and make plans for surgery. However, we will need your aunt's consent before we can start hormone therapy and facilitate...

Johnny / Jenni, I'm going to diagnose you as being transsexual. Since you are just twelve years old, you're the youngest person I'm ever had to confer this diagnosis on. I'm going to set you up with an endocrinologist for hormone therapy. Then, after sufficient time has passed that you can adjust to living comfortably in the role of a girl, we can set you up with a surgeon and make plans for surgery. However, we will need your aunt's consent before we can start hormone therapy and facilitate...

"Damn it all, Carla, it's me, Hank!" But he kept backing away from his girlfriend who seemed to be on the edge of screaming."I don't know who or what you are but you're not Hank!" Her eyes wide, the cords knotted on her neck as she stood there in her tattered bathrobe, her back to her cluttered desk. "You're..." She looked up and down that impressively stacked figure and that oversexed face as if any one of those features would discount this stranger's claim. "Hank's over six foot!" she spat...

"Damn it all, Carla, it's me, Hank!" But he kept backing away from his girlfriend who seemed to be on the edge of screaming."I don't know who or what you are but you're not Hank!" Her eyes wide, the cords knotted on her neck as she stood there in her tattered bathrobe, her back to her cluttered desk. "You're..." She looked up and down that impressively stacked figure and that oversexed face as if any one of those features would discount this stranger's claim. "Hank's over six foot!" she spat...