Mags Inc

Stephanie was shivering with fear as she entered the ballroom. She was sure that everybody would notice that she was a boy and not a girl. But nothing happened. She was accepted as one of the girls. She had been to the ball once before as a boy and he had learned to dance as a boy, but this time someone would come up and ask her to dance, and she had to dance like a girl. She didn't know how to do that was sure she would fall dead on the floor if that happened. It took a while before a boy...

Like most transvestites and transsexuals, I should have been prepared for being outed. I had spent my whole life on the edge of being discovered and that is exactly what happened to me. The consequences weren't as dire as what was going to happen to me in court, however, where I would appear as Nicole and yet I would be charged as Philip Moore. "So how did you get into this line of work?" the men who danced with me would ask. Many of them, I was certain, were closet transvestites as I once had...

Like most transvestites and transsexuals, I should have been prepared for being outed. I had spent my whole life on the edge of being discovered and that is exactly what happened to me. The consequences weren't as dire as what was going to happen to me in court, however, where I would appear as Nicole and yet I would be charged as Philip Moore. "So how did you get into this line of work?" the men who danced with me would ask. Many of them, I was certain, were closet transvestites as I once had...

Becky slipped off her dress, letting it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Her underthings were all black except for her white petti which she removed as smoothly as she had her dress. The black long line bra was padded enough to push her tiny breasts up creating an effect that required no falsies. Black silky full coverage panties were unadorned but for the tiny picot loops at the leg bands. The outline of her garter belt showed through the not quite opaque fabric. The black, elastic...

Becky slipped off her dress, letting it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Her underthings were all black except for her white petti which she removed as smoothly as she had her dress. The black long line bra was padded enough to push her tiny breasts up creating an effect that required no falsies. Black silky full coverage panties were unadorned but for the tiny picot loops at the leg bands. The outline of her garter belt showed through the not quite opaque fabric. The black, elastic...

She swiveled around on her stool so that she was now facing me. Arranged her lingerie around her very meticulously while staring me in the eye, just a hint of condescension on her face now. "Seems to me that this is the critical point now John. You can leave if you want. As your male clothes have been taken away, I'd strongly suggest that you take what they leave you - it may take some time and I'ds imagine that you need something to change into. Your checkbook is left, but they've destroyed...

She swiveled around on her stool so that she was now facing me. Arranged her lingerie around her very meticulously while staring me in the eye, just a hint of condescension on her face now. "Seems to me that this is the critical point now John. You can leave if you want. As your male clothes have been taken away, I'd strongly suggest that you take what they leave you - it may take some time and I'ds imagine that you need something to change into. Your checkbook is left, but they've destroyed...

My mind began racing as if in fulfillment of my secret fantasy. My hair! Well shorter styles were becoming not only acceptable but even popular among girls and younger women. I could just put a barrette in each side of my hair to give the illusion that my hair was pushed back behind my ears. As I sat in my room, I fingered my hair imagining the effect. Going into the bathroom, I took two of Mother's hair-clips, pushed my longish hair and smiled at the very believable effect I had so easily...

My mind began racing as if in fulfillment of my secret fantasy. My hair! Well shorter styles were becoming not only acceptable but even popular among girls and younger women. I could just put a barrette in each side of my hair to give the illusion that my hair was pushed back behind my ears. As I sat in my room, I fingered my hair imagining the effect. Going into the bathroom, I took two of Mother's hair-clips, pushed my longish hair and smiled at the very believable effect I had so easily...

Blushing furiously now, I had put her clothes into the areas she'd indicated. while she stood by and watched. I won't say that she gloated - but there was a decided air of satisfaction as she dismissed me, saying that she was very pleased with me. I didn't care, I was still the only man in the house, but doing a few of the tasks that rightly belong to the maid, diminishes one. Though in all honesty, both Hortense and Emily seemed friendlier toward me. There never had been a great deal of...

Blushing furiously now, I had put her clothes into the areas she'd indicated. while she stood by and watched. I won't say that she gloated - but there was a decided air of satisfaction as she dismissed me, saying that she was very pleased with me. I didn't care, I was still the only man in the house, but doing a few of the tasks that rightly belong to the maid, diminishes one. Though in all honesty, both Hortense and Emily seemed friendlier toward me. There never had been a great deal of...

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