Reluctant Press

‘‘Here’s your new identification documents; driving licence, social security number, bank and creditcards.’’ Sylvia handed me a small wallet as we sat to dinner courtesy of a local pizza delivery. ‘‘But these are for Madeleine Duval. That’s not me.’’ ‘‘It is now.’’ She smiled. ‘‘It’s for your security.’’ ‘‘But I’m not female.’’ ‘‘You’re going to appear to be, then no one will recognize you.’’ ‘‘I won’t agree to that.’’ ‘‘We thought of male disguises but you’re so small it was easier to make...

‘‘Aren’t you taking this a little too far?’’ Glen surveyed my new clothes strewn over the bed as I tried on one outfit after another. ‘‘How dare you!’’ I was really angry. ‘‘You’re the one who asked me to do this. What do you know about being a woman?’’ ‘‘What do you know?’’ he shouted back.‘‘ ‘‘Not much, but I’m trying to learn.’’ I said. ‘‘You selected me. All you knew is that I played Rosalind in a play.’’ ‘‘You did that so believably.’’ ‘‘But you don’t know how I got that role,’’ I said....

‘‘Aren’t you taking this a little too far?’’ Glen surveyed my new clothes strewn over the bed as I tried on one outfit after another. ‘‘How dare you!’’ I was really angry. ‘‘You’re the one who asked me to do this. What do you know about being a woman?’’ ‘‘What do you know?’’ he shouted back.‘‘ ‘‘Not much, but I’m trying to learn.’’ I said. ‘‘You selected me. All you knew is that I played Rosalind in a play.’’ ‘‘You did that so believably.’’ ‘‘But you don’t know how I got that role,’’ I said....

“What do you think, my Darling?” she trilled softly. “I... I... you look real, Dana..,” I managed at last. She nodded. “I am real...but add an `I’ to `Dana,’ my Darling Ken!” the girl laughed. “It’s Diana... The Huntress... My Dear man... and you are certainly ALL, man,” she added huskily and lowered her lashes modestly. Words came back to haunt me. `Good hunting‘ the Old Man had said, `Good luck, Boy, you’ll need it!‘ I stared hungrily at this beautiful vision who posed before me. It was...

“What do you think, my Darling?” she trilled softly. “I... I... you look real, Dana..,” I managed at last. She nodded. “I am real...but add an `I’ to `Dana,’ my Darling Ken!” the girl laughed. “It’s Diana... The Huntress... My Dear man... and you are certainly ALL, man,” she added huskily and lowered her lashes modestly. Words came back to haunt me. `Good hunting‘ the Old Man had said, `Good luck, Boy, you’ll need it!‘ I stared hungrily at this beautiful vision who posed before me. It was...

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” said a female voice next to me. I opened my eyes to see a woman sitting beside me. “What?” I asked. She smiled at me. “I saw you at the formal apparel show and I have seen you sitting here several times in the past. There is a way I can help you,” I was quite taken aback at this woman. Exactly what was she talking about and what was she after, I wondered to myself. “What do you mean? I don’t even know you,” I said. “I know you don’t. I am Sharon Evers and I have helped...

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” said a female voice next to me. I opened my eyes to see a woman sitting beside me. “What?” I asked. She smiled at me. “I saw you at the formal apparel show and I have seen you sitting here several times in the past. There is a way I can help you,” I was quite taken aback at this woman. Exactly what was she talking about and what was she after, I wondered to myself. “What do you mean? I don’t even know you,” I said. “I know you don’t. I am Sharon Evers and I have helped...

Tom stood in front of the mirror, a fan in his hand practicing curtsying and the quiet, female voice he was to use during his four-day sojourn. For reasons he could not explain, he found mimicking a female came quite naturally to him. Prudence stood behind him, directing her pupil in the ways of womanly grace. Tom could hardly believe the transformation that had taken place. He was wearing a pale blue dress which fitted snuggly at his...

Tom stood in front of the mirror, a fan in his hand practicing curtsying and the quiet, female voice he was to use during his four-day sojourn. For reasons he could not explain, he found mimicking a female came quite naturally to him. Prudence stood behind him, directing her pupil in the ways of womanly grace. Tom could hardly believe the transformation that had taken place. He was wearing a pale blue dress which fitted snuggly at his...

The mists in DeAngelo’s mind slowly sifted away into the stark antiseptic white glare of the world about him, he knew that the drugs were wearing off.... Struggling to rise, he realized his arms and legs were tightly restrained. He was stark naked! He could feel the hard, rubber like surface of a medical examination couch underneath his body, and that he was somehow half seated with the back of the couch raised. His hands were secured by straps at the wrist to some sort of metal rail at each...

The mists in DeAngelo’s mind slowly sifted away into the stark antiseptic white glare of the world about him, he knew that the drugs were wearing off.... Struggling to rise, he realized his arms and legs were tightly restrained. He was stark naked! He could feel the hard, rubber like surface of a medical examination couch underneath his body, and that he was somehow half seated with the back of the couch raised. His hands were secured by straps at the wrist to some sort of metal rail at each...

‘‘I get that, but why did you want to be female?’’ ‘‘There are hundreds of reasons.’’ Dannie smiled. ‘‘I love the feel of their clothes and the jewelry. I love perfumes and makeup, getting my hair and nails done. It’s really addictive and makes me feel so good.’’ ‘‘I still don’t get it.’’ I shook my head. ‘‘Why go to all that trouble?’’ ‘‘I am fascinated by everything about being a woman.’’ He looked at his nails and played with the ring again. ‘‘It’s so much more fun than being a boy.’’ ‘‘It...