Mags Inc

"Enjoy my darling Sissy," Rose went on again as I shook as I slid my stockings on my legs and numbly hooked them on to my garter belt. "I've seen your face after your dates with your boyfriend, you know. And I've seen almost all of the girls I've created look that way in the past, you know."It was always because they wanted a man, were ready for a man, ready to be a fine woman for a man. And you are, too, darling Sissy. Becky, Lisbeth and I will want all the details, every touch and every...

"Enjoy my darling Sissy," Rose went on again as I shook as I slid my stockings on my legs and numbly hooked them on to my garter belt. "I've seen your face after your dates with your boyfriend, you know. And I've seen almost all of the girls I've created look that way in the past, you know." It was always because they wanted a man, were ready for a man, ready to be a fine woman for a man. And you are, too, darling Sissy. Becky, Lisbeth and I will want all the details, every touch and every...

"One hundred thousand dollars, Sissy, that's what I'll pay you," he went on. "And all you have to do is hang on here, for two, three months, tops, wear all the pretty dresses you want, and swish and smile for all the men hanging over you in the Time-Out Cafe. Then I'll help you get a job as a guy, or as a female impersonator, if that's what you love to do, somewhere other than Penstone." "No, I, I can't..." I tried to tell him again. No, this was going to be the end for me. I wasn't going to...

"One hundred thousand dollars, Sissy, that's what I'll pay you," he went on. "And all you have to do is hang on here, for two, three months, tops, wear all the pretty dresses you want, and swish and smile for all the men hanging over you in the Time-Out Cafe. Then I'll help you get a job as a guy, or as a female impersonator, if that's what you love to do, somewhere other than Penstone.""No, I, I can't..." I tried to tell him again. No, this was going to be the end for me. I wasn't going to go...

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"Yes Gene," he said softly. "But I was wondering...?" "Yes Dorothy?" she cooed. "Well first? I'd kinda like to get changed back. Second? I'l rather you called me David, please?" His voice was weak and rather petulant she thought. "No Dorothy, I will not call you David. Until tomorrow night is over, I want you to think and act like Dorothy. It would be stupid for me to allow your male persona time to take over again, don't you think? Into what, may I ask?" "My real clothes!" But there was no...

"Yes Gene," he said softly. "But I was wondering...?" "Yes Dorothy?" she cooed. "Well first? I'd kinda like to get changed back. Second? I'l rather you called me David, please?" His voice was weak and rather petulant she thought. "No Dorothy, I will not call you David. Until tomorrow night is over, I want you to think and act like Dorothy. It would be stupid for me to allow your male persona time to take over again, don't you think? Into what, may I ask?" "My real clothes!" But there was no...

Bill, on the other hand, was totally confused. Had absolutely no way of understanding what had transpired. Yes, in many ways, the last few hours had fallen well within his all-time fantasies - yet something was agley. His backside still stung and he was constantly reminded of what he was wearing under his shirt and pants. Little tightnesses here, the soft frisson of shirt against satin there, the tug of the panty legs on his upper thigh, the tightness of the camisole across his back - and what...

Bill, on the other hand, was totally confused. Had absolutely no way of understanding what had transpired. Yes, in many ways, the last few hours had fallen well within his all-time fantasies - yet something was agley. His backside still stung and he was constantly reminded of what he was wearing under his shirt and pants. Little tightnesses here, the soft frisson of shirt against satin there, the tug of the panty legs on his upper thigh, the tightness of the camisole across his back - and what...

I drifted into effeminacy as effortlessly as a feather floating downstream on a river. What else could I do? I suppose that, maybe, I had had latent tendencies in that direction but in the weeks that followed, as I became used to sharing a bedroom with a girl - and yes, I did end up sharing the bed with her - she certainly didn't see me as any danger to her, and I guess I started seeing myself as Cindy and Susan saw me - a sissy.And tell me. What do you do when the girl you love brings home...

I drifted into effeminacy as effortlessly as a feather floating downstream on a river. What else could I do? I suppose that, maybe, I had had latent tendencies in that direction but in the weeks that followed, as I became used to sharing a bedroom with a girl - and yes, I did end up sharing the bed with her - she certainly didn't see me as any danger to her, and I guess I started seeing myself as Cindy and Susan saw me - a sissy.And tell me. What do you do when the girl you love brings home...

Alice grinned at me as I arrived back at our station. "Morning Danae. You look very flustered. What's been going on in there?" I couldn't hold it to myself. "She's asked me to her house this evening!" I whispered excitedly. "Ooooh! I'm so jealous!" she giggled. "What are you going to wear?" "She said to make it casual - but... but... she wants me to wear my new shoes!" She thought for a second. "I've got a skirt I could lend you that would be perfect with them! Want to borrow it?" "I can't...