Mags Inc

This is surreal. It's Saturday night, the final show. The showroom is packed, the beer and booze is flowing and it's so damn quiet it's unreal. My legs are not so shaky now. This is my fourth set. I did the closing show Friday night. Adrena said it would be like a practice. When I got up there late Friday night, I'd thought I'd pee in my panties. I was that scared. I don't know how I got through the number, a slow Stevie Nicks ballad. I wore a long form-fitting ankle length gown that was split...

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"Arnold just do as I say or this will be our only date. I hope I am making myself clear." "Yes, Addie, of course." Rather than being offended or reacting like a macho jerk, he brightened up at being ordered about by his transgirl date. "Now that's a good boy." I ran my hand along the inside of his thigh and rested it for a minute on his fly. Trying the role of what used to be called a cock-tease, I slid my hand away and leaned back against the seat until I was sure he was looking at me. Then I...

"Arnold just do as I say or this will be our only date. I hope I am making myself clear." "Yes, Addie, of course." Rather than being offended or reacting like a macho jerk, he brightened up at being ordered about by his transgirl date. "Now that's a good boy." I ran my hand along the inside of his thigh and rested it for a minute on his fly. Trying the role of what used to be called a cock-tease, I slid my hand away and leaned back against the seat until I was sure he was looking at me. Then I...

"I... I really don't think th... that I can g... go through w... with this!" the stammer in Nancy's voice was worse than ever. Jill frowned crossly, thinking of the hours that she'd invested in that voice, not only in getting rid of the stammer but in the tedious repetitions and exercises that she had given Nancy a well modulated, high pitched feminine voice. But at least the voice was right and the stammer was no giveaway to her true sex.

"I... I really don't think th... that I can g... go through w... with this!" the stammer in Nancy's voice was worse than ever. Jill frowned crossly, thinking of the hours that she'd invested in that voice, not only in getting rid of the stammer but in the tedious repetitions and exercises that she had given Nancy a well modulated, high pitched feminine voice. But at least the voice was right and the stammer was no giveaway to her true sex.

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...

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...