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Inside, Joe was dying. He didn’t want babes like Bethany seeing him as a male-to-female transsexual. He hated how people were recognizing him and thinking he really was transsexual. How would he ever live all of this down after the State competition? He would have to get his Mom to move to another town, even, perhaps, out of Ohio.

Only a couple of days later, Rich took me out in his car to Grand Stimson Park on Capitoline Hill, for what we both know was going to ba a hot makeup session. Grand Stimson Park was well known as a gathering place for homosexuals, and I had to admit I was a homosexual in girls' clothes, at least when I was with Rich. I had successfully hidden my wig and girls' clothes in my closet at home, though I was afraid my mom might discover them at any time. I sneaked them out...

Only a couple of days later, Rich took me out in his car to Grand Stimson Park on Capitoline Hill, for what we both know was going to ba a hot makeup session. Grand Stimson Park was well known as a gathering place for homosexuals, and I had to admit I was a homosexual in girls' clothes, at least when I was with Rich. I had successfully hidden my wig and girls' clothes in my closet at home, though I was afraid my mom might discover them at any time. I sneaked them out...

Carson was silent on the drive back, deep in thought. He understood what he'd been told about a group of girls together. He remembered how catty his cousins could be amongst other girls. He didn't want to be the victim and knew he'd never survive if he was. Should he ask for breast implants? He wanted so much to complete the mission he was preparing for. He'd under gone some transformation already, earrings, belly button piercing, and hair removal. He idly ran his hands through his hair and...

Carson was silent on the drive back, deep in thought. He understood what he'd been told about a group of girls together. He remembered how catty his cousins could be amongst other girls. He didn't want to be the victim and knew he'd never survive if he was. Should he ask for breast implants? He wanted so much to complete the mission he was preparing for. He'd under gone some transformation already, earrings, belly button piercing, and hair removal. He idly ran his hands through his hair and...

He looked in a large mirror and his hands immediately came up to cover his mouth in shock. His hands flashed long pink nails. His hair had soft waves and shone with a health gleam. The obvious thanks ere the straight bangs that had bench just above his eyebrows, eyebrows that were darker and had neat lines to the arch that had been created. The second thing was that there were blonde highlights in his hair... He wanted to scream, he wanted to protest, but as his mind raced at a hundred miles...

He looked in a large mirror and his hands immediately came up to cover his mouth in shock. His hands flashed long pink nails. His hair had soft waves and shone with a health gleam. The obvious thanks ere the straight bangs that had bench just above his eyebrows, eyebrows that were darker and had neat lines to the arch that had been created. The second thing was that there were blonde highlights in his hair... He wanted to scream, he wanted to protest, but as his mind raced at a hundred miles...

"Needless to say, I was just mortified to think that my husband was some sort of fairy. I almost would rather had you be anything but that. A woman just can't picture her husband as a passive homosexual. My God, you have bo idea how I suffered in that perfumed love nest of yours." "Dam it Betty, I'm not a queer!" he swore angrily turning to face her as his hands clasped together while he tried to control himself. "You know I'm not!" She laughed in sheer joy. "Oh darling, what a cartoon...

"Needless to say, I was just mortified to think that my husband was some sort of fairy. I almost would rather had you be anything but that. A woman just can't picture her husband as a passive homosexual. My God, you have bo idea how I suffered in that perfumed love nest of yours." "Dam it Betty, I'm not a queer!" he swore angrily turning to face her as his hands clasped together while he tried to control himself. "You know I'm not!" She laughed in sheer joy. "Oh darling, what a cartoon...

"When we get back you are going to have to change clothes." "It's too early for bed." "I don't mean that sort of change," Anna said. "I want you to get used to wearing a dress and higher heels." "Is that essential right now?" "It's compulsory." She looked across at me. "All your boy stuff is going out into storage. You're full-time girl now." "People will see that I'm not." "Then it's going to be up to you to make sure that they don't. Clothes are half the battle, hair, nails. perfume and...

"When we get back you are going to have to change clothes." "It's too early for bed." "I don't mean that sort of change," Anna said. "I want you to get used to wearing a dress and higher heels." "Is that essential right now?" "It's compulsory." She looked across at me. "All your boy stuff is going out into storage. You're full-time girl now." "People will see that I'm not." "Then it's going to be up to you to make sure that they don't. Clothes are half the battle, hair, nails. perfume and...

“A contract? What are you talking about?” I asked. “It’s simple, my dear husband. I don’t want to waste my time. If you are serious about dressing as a girl, then I will help you. But before I do, you will have to commit to learning from me. “Wait a minute. What is this here in the contract about me being a little girl, then a teenage girl, then a young woman, and then an adult woman?” I asked. “Don’t worry about that part. It’s just a few steps in your development along the way.We’ll have...