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When I got home late that Saturday night, Darlene was already back. She met me at the door with a cool glass of iced tea and suggested I sit down and relax while she fixed us a bite to eat. I was so tired that the slightly funny taste of the tea didn’t even register on my consciousness. I passed out sitting at the kitchen table. It was late Sunday afternoon when I finally wokeup. My mouth tasted funny and my mind was groggy. I stumbled to the bathroom to relieve myself. I needed to go so badly...

‘‘Hi Marianne, I couldn’t find the phone again,’’ she said when her friend picked up. ‘‘How’s it going with the boy?’’ ‘‘It’s okay, I suppose. I really wish he’d been a girl though; life would be so much easier.’’ ‘‘I already told you, you’ve time on your side. You could get him to understand that his life would be better if he lived it as a girl.’’ ‘‘I don’t know if I dare. What would his father say?’’ ‘‘If you handle it right, you could be the really sympathetic one, looking after his poor...

‘‘Hi Marianne, I couldn’t find the phone again,’’ she said when her friend picked up. ‘‘How’s it going with the boy?’’ ‘‘It’s okay, I suppose. I really wish he’d been a girl though; life would be so much easier.’’ ‘‘I already told you, you’ve time on your side. You could get him to understand that his life would be better if he lived it as a girl.’’ ‘‘I don’t know if I dare. What would his father say?’’ ‘‘If you handle it right, you could be the really sympathetic one, looking after his poor...

Mark slipped the tape into his office VCR and turned on the monitor. He wanted to take a look at a few of the sexier sounding exercises. There was the normal static and then soft catchy aerobic type music. Superimposed on the pale pink background was the title of the tape. “Exercise Your Way to a Sexy Body.” Under the title in bright red, was a flashing warning. “Do not use this tape unless you desire to be the following size.” The music stopped and an older...

Mark slipped the tape into his office VCR and turned on the monitor. He wanted to take a look at a few of the sexier sounding exercises. There was the normal static and then soft catchy aerobic type music. Superimposed on the pale pink background was the title of the tape. “Exercise Your Way to a Sexy Body.” Under the title in bright red, was a flashing warning. “Do not use this tape unless you desire to be the following size.” The music stopped and an older...

“I don’t have any sisters. The girl you saw was... was me.” Lolita was quite surprised, and somewhat uncertain that I was telling the truth. “What are you saying? Are you telling me that you like dressing up like a woman, or something like that? Are you a fag? A transvestite?” “Honey, I wish it were that easy,” I answered, nervously. “What I’m telling you is that I am a woman. I’m a woman trapped in a man’s body. I know it sounds corny, but that’s exactly what I’m saying; it’s exactly how I...

“I don’t have any sisters. The girl you saw was... was me.” Lolita was quite surprised, and somewhat uncertain that I was telling the truth. “What are you saying? Are you telling me that you like dressing up like a woman, or something like that? Are you a fag? A transvestite?” “Honey, I wish it were that easy,” I answered, nervously. “What I’m telling you is that I am a woman. I’m a woman trapped in a man’s body. I know it sounds corny, but that’s exactly what I’m saying; it’s exactly how I...

‘‘That’s not the point; you couldn’t feel so feminine in handed down lingerie.’’ Olivia held out some black panties towards him. ‘‘This is your lingerie; all yours and yours alone.’’ Olivia said. ‘‘I promise that you’ll feel so different when you’re wearing it.’’ ‘‘I shouldn’t,’’ Darren replied, picking up another of the bags and feeling the silky material inside. ‘‘I couldn’t…’’ ‘‘Oh, but you will,’’ Olivia said. ‘‘I’ll bet that even now, your mind is tumbling over with thoughts that you’re...

‘‘That’s not the point; you couldn’t feel so feminine in handed down lingerie.’’ Olivia held out some black panties towards him. ‘‘This is your lingerie; all yours and yours alone.’’ Olivia said. ‘‘I promise that you’ll feel so different when you’re wearing it.’’ ‘‘I shouldn’t,’’ Darren replied, picking up another of the bags and feeling the silky material inside. ‘‘I couldn’t…’’ ‘‘Oh, but you will,’’ Olivia said. ‘‘I’ll bet that even now, your mind is tumbling over with thoughts that you’re...

She began to notice a slight change in the way he held himself. It had been three months since they had started the work with Body By Fisher. When she held him in her arms she could feel the difference in his waist, much smaller. The hips were expanding. The bust enlarging into almost an AA cup. He was conscious of this and avoided wearing tight knit sport shirts when he went out. One evening he came down to dinner in one of her dressing gowns. “My, don’t we look beautiful,” she said. “Oh, do...

She began to notice a slight change in the way he held himself. It had been three months since they had started the work with Body By Fisher. When she held him in her arms she could feel the difference in his waist, much smaller. The hips were expanding. The bust enlarging into almost an AA cup. He was conscious of this and avoided wearing tight knit sport shirts when he went out. One evening he came down to dinner in one of her dressing gowns. “My, don’t we look beautiful,” she said. “Oh, do...

I still couldn’t put it all into perspective when I got home. Everything seemed so normal again, as if I’d never been away. I struggled to put all these experiences into context in the following weeks. Dad was preoccupied; not that I could have told him that I’d been having sex with a boy who acted like a girl. I couldn’t tell Thelma that her nephew had kissed me like I was a girl either. I certainly couldn’t tell either of them that it had left me confused. Was I wrong to be confused? Should...