Reluctant Press

That opposites attract cannot be doubted with four people thrown together in the complex social network of the New Orleans French Quarter. One is a woman who wants to be a man, one is a man who wants to be a woman. Now stir in a plan to fleece the rich by selling them counterfeit heirloom gems, set the whole pansexual mix in the seamy underworld of New Orleans and what do you have? A story filled with twists, turns and eroticism as hot as the climate in the Big Easy. ...

That opposites attract cannot be doubted with four people thrown together in the complex social network of the New Orleans French Quarter. One is a woman who wants to be a man, one is a man who wants to be a woman. Now stir in a plan to fleece the rich by selling them counterfeit heirloom gems, set the whole pansexual mix in the seamy underworld of New Orleans and what do you have? A story filled with twists, turns and eroticism as hot as the climate in the Big Easy. ...

Over the next few weeks, when I would be alone, I cleaned her apartment while wearing one of her skirts, knee-highs and heels. I tried on different skirts, looking to see if one made a difference over the other. While pencil skirts provided a better view of the floor, they were restrictive. They forced me to do everything while keeping my legs together. Skirts that flared out from the waist down were easier to work in but they obstructed the view of the floor immediately beneath me. That...

Over the next few weeks, when I would be alone, I cleaned her apartment while wearing one of her skirts, knee-highs and heels. I tried on different skirts, looking to see if one made a difference over the other. While pencil skirts provided a better view of the floor, they were restrictive. They forced me to do everything while keeping my legs together. Skirts that flared out from the waist down were easier to work in but they obstructed the view of the floor immediately beneath me. That...

It was like a dream or a nightmare: My hand went to my throat. My voice was that of a flute, each note high but charmingly musical. The heat from the fire now rode across naked flesh for in an instant I was nude. Flesh attached to my chest wobbled as I reacted by covering my crotch. I mewed like a kitten as my fingers found and searched a slit between my legs that bloomed with rich fluids that wet silky soft jet-black pubic hair.

It was like a dream or a nightmare: My hand went to my throat. My voice was that of a flute, each note high but charmingly musical. The heat from the fire now rode across naked flesh for in an instant I was nude. Flesh attached to my chest wobbled as I reacted by covering my crotch. I mewed like a kitten as my fingers found and searched a slit between my legs that bloomed with rich fluids that wet silky soft jet-black pubic hair.

It was like a horror film. I found myself walking on the University campus, well after midnight. The heavy mist ate the light from the lamps above the sidewalk. Roberta Donner was pale, which was unusual for her. She remembered what it been like before, after she had been un-made. Men had treated her like a slut, they surely had. And now, she was to be a full fledged succubus... and pregnant!

It was like a horror film. I found myself walking on the University campus, well after midnight. The heavy mist ate the light from the lamps above the sidewalk. Roberta Donner was pale, which was unusual for her. She remembered what it been like before, after she had been un-made. Men had treated her like a slut, they surely had. And now, she was to be a full fledged succubus... and pregnant!

...I scrambled out of bed and pulled off my tunic. Even in the dim light of the lantern I could see I had curves where I never had curves before. My hips and amazingly flat stomach were very feminine but very alien to me. I yanked the bandages wound around my torso and threw them to the floor. My once hirsute body was now virtually hairless, but that wasn't what grabbed my attention.I had breasts!"Oh my god! It can't be!"

...I scrambled out of bed and pulled off my tunic. Even in the dim light of the lantern I could see I had curves where I never had curves before. My hips and amazingly flat stomach were very feminine but very alien to me. I yanked the bandages wound around my torso and threw them to the floor. My once hirsute body was now virtually hairless, but that wasn't what grabbed my attention.I had breasts!"Oh my god! It can't be!"

"All right, now I believe you have one semester remaining in your junior year. This will give us plenty of time to get you trained and transform you for your new identity. I want you to let your hair grow. Three months from your last day of school, let your nails grow. Continue your exercise routine. You are thinner than when I met you and while the stress of the situation may have caused that, I don't want you to put on any weight. I want you to study the books that I have brought to you and...

"All right, now I believe you have one semester remaining in your junior year. This will give us plenty of time to get you trained and transform you for your new identity. I want you to let your hair grow. Three months from your last day of school, let your nails grow. Continue your exercise routine. You are thinner than when I met you and while the stress of the situation may have caused that, I don't want you to put on any weight. I want you to study the books that I have brought to you and...