Reluctant Press

When Martin returned to his room after breakfast, he found clothing laid out on the bed. A pair of skinny jeans. A lightweight U-neck sweater. Matching bra and panties. A pair of Maureen’s ballet flats. “Mom, those are girl clothes.” “Yes they are. And that is appropriate, because you are going to become a girl. A girl who will grow into a fine woman, like your sister.” Then she yelled “Maureen, come in here.” Maureen came in a moment later. “Honey, help...

When Martin returned to his room after breakfast, he found clothing laid out on the bed. A pair of skinny jeans. A lightweight U-neck sweater. Matching bra and panties. A pair of Maureen’s ballet flats. “Mom, those are girl clothes.” “Yes they are. And that is appropriate, because you are going to become a girl. A girl who will grow into a fine woman, like your sister.” Then she yelled “Maureen, come in here.” Maureen came in a moment later. “Honey, help...

He was totally naked and appeared to be totally oblivious to the two feminine breasts stuck firmly to his chest. He had BOOBS! He had grown a pair of breasts. Not the small deposits of fat that men sometimes get when they’re overweight, but a fully formed set of women’s breasts! And in less than four hours! They looked oddly like her own, complete with nipples that were as large as her fingertips. Lori fought the impulse to scream or to look down at her...

He was totally naked and appeared to be totally oblivious to the two feminine breasts stuck firmly to his chest. He had BOOBS! He had grown a pair of breasts. Not the small deposits of fat that men sometimes get when they’re overweight, but a fully formed set of women’s breasts! And in less than four hours! They looked oddly like her own, complete with nipples that were as large as her fingertips. Lori fought the impulse to scream or to look down at her...

This is crazy, John thought. It was risky, too; if he went through with it, he would risk having to go to confession again, and maybe again and again. But could John’s idea, though crazy and risky, help Ben< with his problem of lack of female companionship — a problem he said was killing him? John took a deep breath. He was going to find out. Maybe Ben would just laugh at him, and his idea would be no help at all—but he had to find out. Already he had bought himself a curly wig arranged in...

This is crazy, John thought. It was risky, too; if he went through with it, he would risk having to go to confession again, and maybe again and again. But could John’s idea, though crazy and risky, help Ben< with his problem of lack of female companionship — a problem he said was killing him?John took a deep breath. He was going to find out. Maybe Ben would just laugh at him, and his idea would be no help at all—but he had to find out.Already he had bought himself a curly wig arranged in...

I knew Mme. Norman had not read me and as the luncheon progressed, Leslie mentioned that I was looking for a way to stay in New York for the winter. Trina Norman offered me a modeling job on the spot. I demurred, telling her I would let her know. Here was a daring and dramatic answer to my dilemma; perhaps too daring, too dramatic. Leslie encouraged >me to take it. I hesitated. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to take up a transgendered lifestyle. The Lockmans encouraged me to take it if I...

I knew Mme. Norman had not read me and as the luncheon progressed, Leslie mentioned that I was looking for a way to stay in New York for the winter. Trina Norman offered me a modeling job on the spot. I demurred, telling her I would let her know. Here was a daring and dramatic answer to my dilemma; perhaps too daring, too dramatic. Leslie encouraged >me to take it. I hesitated. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to take up a transgendered lifestyle. The Lockmans encouraged me to take it if I...

‘‘You’re very quiet,’’ Peter said as he watched his Mom read the results of his DNA analysis. ‘‘I think you’d better read this,’’ She said softly, passing the papers to him. ‘‘It says that I’m part Irish, and part Italian, with a smaller percentage match with Greece and Scotland,’’ Peter replied. ‘‘That sounds good; there’s nothing strange there. I almost wish there was something different about it.’’ ‘‘You haven’t read it properly.’’ His Mom reached out and took his hand. ‘‘Look at the top...

‘‘You’re very quiet,’’ Peter said as he watched his Mom read the results of his DNA analysis. ‘‘I think you’d better read this,’’ She said softly, passing the papers to him. ‘‘It says that I’m part Irish, and part Italian, with a smaller percentage match with Greece and Scotland,’’ Peter replied. ‘‘That sounds good; there’s nothing strange there. I almost wish there was something different about it.’’ ‘‘You haven’t read it properly.’’ His Mom reached out and took his hand. ‘‘Look at the top...

“Hi, ladies.” Eric said cheerfully as the two women walked into the kitchen. He indicated the empty plate in front of him. “I guess that I pigged out on the donuts, sorry.” Alison looked at the empty plate, there had been eleven donuts she had been talking to Diana, he had eaten them all! “I’ll make some pancakes. Just sit down Diana, and I’ll take care of everything,” Alison suggested before Diana could offer to help. Diana sat down directly in front of Eric and studied him as he thumbed...

“Hi, ladies.” Eric said cheerfully as the two women walked into the kitchen. He indicated the empty plate in front of him. “I guess that I pigged out on the donuts, sorry.” Alison looked at the empty plate, there had been eleven donuts she had been talking to Diana, he had eaten them all! “I’ll make some pancakes. Just sit down Diana, and I’ll take care of everything,” Alison suggested before Diana could offer to help. Diana sat down directly in front of Eric and studied him as he thumbed...