Reluctant Press

Morning came with the sound of his bedside radio and the certain flow of sunlight through his lace curtained windows. Quickly he arose to complete his morning toilette knowing that Mrs. Baxter expected him to help with breakfast.Standing naked before the French mirror, Evelyn noted that with his special panty and the results of the hormonal treatments, his figure was now amply feminine in every way. He half wondered if there was any way that he could ever look masculine again with such wide...

Morning came with the sound of his bedside radio and the certain flow of sunlight through his lace curtained windows. Quickly he arose to complete his morning toilette knowing that Mrs. Baxter expected him to help with breakfast.Standing naked before the French mirror, Evelyn noted that with his special panty and the results of the hormonal treatments, his figure was now amply feminine in every way. He half wondered if there was any way that he could ever look masculine again with such wide...

Chris came back downstairs and trundled into the kitchen to check on the wash. The three Titans fans all burst out laughing at him. "Blow me... there's nothing on you," Brett said to him, "I've seen more meat on a boiled egg!" referring to Chris's slight frame. The other two fell about laughing even more."What do you expect from a Buffalo fan?" Josh chipped in . "And your skin is so pale. Do you even have any body hair?""Some," Chris answered defensively, now feeling very conscious about his...

Chris came back downstairs and trundled into the kitchen to check on the wash. The three Titans fans all burst out laughing at him. "Blow me... there's nothing on you," Brett said to him, "I've seen more meat on a boiled egg!" referring to Chris's slight frame. The other two fell about laughing even more."What do you expect from a Buffalo fan?" Josh chipped in . "And your skin is so pale. Do you even have any body hair?""Some," Chris answered defensively, now feeling very conscious about his...

"But Mum... Please don't do this to me...""Now look, Jamie. Your father and I have given you time. We allowed you to think about things over the weekend but at the end of the day, we've told you what is going to happen. We don't have much time to get this right. The lady from the theatre, Stella is her name, comes today and we will choose a wig. Then we will practice for a couple of hours a day and the rest of the time is yours. Then in the evening we will dress you for dinner with your father...

"But Mum... Please don't do this to me...""Now look, Jamie. Your father and I have given you time. We allowed you to think about things over the weekend but at the end of the day, we've told you what is going to happen. We don't have much time to get this right. The lady from the theatre, Stella is her name, comes today and we will choose a wig. Then we will practice for a couple of hours a day and the rest of the time is yours. Then in the evening we will dress you for dinner with your father...

"Am I a, an, eunuch Mommy?""Poor child," she responded seeing now the reason for his sugar-and-spice act, he wanted to find out..."What makes you ask that question?"He blushed again not knowing how to answer her question, it was so humiliating!"You are a preadolescent boy in every way. We have not injected any female hormones into your body or fed you mysterious little pills. You certainly look like a pubescent little girl in many ways. But most of your body image is the result of your beauty...

"Am I a, an, eunuch Mommy?""Poor child," she responded seeing now the reason for his sugar-and-spice act, he wanted to find out..."What makes you ask that question?"He blushed again not knowing how to answer her question, it was so humiliating!"You are a preadolescent boy in every way. We have not injected any female hormones into your body or fed you mysterious little pills. You certainly look like a pubescent little girl in many ways. But most of your body image is the result of your beauty...

"Hey, Terry!" yelled Pete O'Conner. "LIke we said, we don't care if you wear a ball gown, you can play with us any day. Good game Doll," Pete said and winked at him.On the walk home, Mom asked, "And just how did that make you feel being called names and getting sexual innuendoes all throughout the game. Be honest now Terry.""It didn't hurt at first but I have to admit that it really started getting to me, Mom. I don't get it, guys call each other names and say goofy stuff all the time and it...

"Hey, Terry!" yelled Pete O'Conner. "LIke we said, we don't care if you wear a ball gown, you can play with us any day. Good game Doll," Pete said and winked at him.On the walk home, Mom asked, "And just how did that make you feel being called names and getting sexual innuendoes all throughout the game. Be honest now Terry.""It didn't hurt at first but I have to admit that it really started getting to me, Mom. I don't get it, guys call each other names and say goofy stuff all the time and it...

I looked at myself (in the picture) first, frowning at the camera, my mustaches and little beard looking so real. Anyone who knew me would recognize me, I felt certain. They wouldn't have recognized the vivacious, smiling girl beside me. She was beautifully made-up and, being with me, didn't look tall for a girl. 'Maid Marion and Big John', read the caption with the picture but, underneath, there I was, identified as John Brennan with his girl friend, Marian Andrews."Someone from the office...

I looked at myself (in the picture) first, frowning at the camera, my mustaches and little beard looking so real. Anyone who knew me would recognize me, I felt certain. They wouldn't have recognized the vivacious, smiling girl beside me. She was beautifully made-up and, being with me, didn't look tall for a girl. 'Maid Marion and Big John', read the caption with the picture but, underneath, there I was, identified as John Brennan with his girl friend, Marian Andrews."Someone from the office...