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The girl was now talking about punishing me! For a split second, I almost replied hastily, but managed to bite my tongue. I remembered from that afternoon how physically weak I looked standing beside her and of the confidence she exuded, Knew that it was imminently possible that she would be perfectly capable of disciplining me physically if she so desired, I decided that discretion was the better part of valor. My frilly little apron wafting in front of me, I went and got her nightgown and peignoir.

Then it was time for the make-up. He didn't put on very much, just enough for normal daytime use. When he was finished he took a good look in the mirror. The eyes were perfect, the lashes were long and the lids had just enough color. To get the full effect he put on his shoulder long medium blonde wig and combed it out. His face was perfect. The lips were bright red like his fingernails - Alice had done them the night before. He clipped a pair of earrings on his ears, hung a discreet necklace around his neck, placed a bracelet around his right wrist, a female watch on his left and a few rings on his fingers. Then it was time to stand up and find some shoes. He decided to put on a pair of black pumps with 2" heels. Kim, the woman, was ready for the world

The meal was excellent and the conversation between them flowed freely. The talked mostly about work related issues with focus on the present case. After the waiter had removed their plates and they were left with only the red wine, Kim suddenly said to Eva, "Eva I know your background is the same as Annie's. Annie and I go back a few years and we know everything about each other. Now I want you to learn about me."

She took Eva's had and moved it under her own skirt and to her groin. Eva was startled by the move, but didn't resist. At the moment her hand was moved between Kim's spread legs Eva realized that something was different. When the thought hit her mind she almost screamed for everybody to hear. Annie managed to calm her and the words only came out as a loud whisper that nobody else heard, "Oh my god, you have a penis!"

I don't know how else to describe it, y' know? It's like it's weird but everything's as it should be, both at the same time. I'm dressed to the nines in the latest in ultra-sexy almost trashy fashion. My tits jiggle and my ass wiggles seductively with every step I take. I don't really give a damn who doesn't approve of what I wear because I know that I'm one of a select group of women who has a body to die for and drapes it accordingly.

My date feels the same, if the bulge in his pants is any indication - handsome hunk that really works his body out. He wants me to know that I turn him on, and I know that I want to have him later.

I became of age and though I wanted to follow my sister to the big city, I was comfortable working in the Antique Barn for my pseudo-Aunt.

She was a large and commanding woman. Few women have the aura of Aurora. When she enters a crowded room heads turn. She fairly exudes sex. It is like she subconsciously conveys promises of things forbidden and terribly sexual.

Aurora Spillane used to make my palms sweat. Her deep dark eyes would bring a blush to my cheeks, redden my pale complexion and almost always make me hard.

That first time that Aunt Martha and I visited Aurora when we were delivering her purchase, my clothes became drenched from the downpour. I was cold and shivering and they had Hildy dress me like a girl. Aurora took me on her lap, told that's just how she saw me - as a girl!

The ranks of transvestites and transsexuals were abundant, not only in Cyrenaica but across the county, a fact that still impressed Winnie. The TV/TS community in which he lived was a world onto its own. The recent phenomena of Metro Sexual Males promoted alternative lifestyles as gays and lesbians pointed to a host of prominent people who were busting our of the closet.

Acceptance of alternative lifestyles was becoming increasingly accepted by the larger community, and many women including wives, were encouraging their male spouses to explore their inner femininity. Not only in mind but in dress and mannerisms as well.

Later after resting, we're naked in bed, buster on his back, my head on his shoulder. My hand circles around his stiff shaft, fingers grazing his pubes, smiling to myself as it flexes, the smooth one-eyed serpent pointing at my face.

I lick his nipple, suck on it while my hand circles, teasing mails lightly scraping the base. He squirms on the bed, says something. I lean over him, send my tongue into his mouth, cup his balls in one hand. They feel full, ripe with man-fruit.

Finally I have mercy on Buster, form a fist around his bloated shaft, lightly caress it. His moan is erotic music in my ear.

I lean over, lick his other nipple, slowly stroke his staff, feel tears of passion run over my fingers. He is more than ready. I gaze at it, see my own passion jutting, leave a trail of wet kisses down his chest.

I blow on the blunt tip and hear Buster's nearly inaudible moan. It is erotic music and I'm very much aware of my bloated nipples, this erogenous zone, that before I became Laila, was unknown to me.

Little did Richard know that his aunt had prepared to outfit him with a complete wardrobe of everything a girl could dream of. With Richard's dad off onto the Navy, his mom was planning a divorce from his father. She had quite enough of the drunken fights. His mom had found a nice man and they were going to live together in another city. Her now guy and she were going to raise his smaller brother.

She and her sister had planned to let Vera bring Richard up, but as a girl. He was just too feminine to make it through life as a male or a boy.

"To prove you're just not dreaming, Richard, let's check the hall closet and see what is in there."

Before the significance of Helene's lessons had made their impact, Katherine had merely intended to turn Dale into a willing servant. But the course urged women to enslave men sexually, turning them into tools for their pleasure. Dr. Helene revealed several motivational routes that men might be led to the end: one of them was feminization.

"All men are fit only to be our slaves," instructed the beautiful Helene. "And the sooner they all are the sooner we will put an end to violence and war. But only a few are suited by their natures for feminization. First you must find them."

Apparently, since he found someone who was more than sympathetic to his plight, Kerry threw caution to the wind, in order to try something, given his predicament - for lack of a better word - he simply focused his mind on "female". This time, instead just a certain localized physical aberration, his whole self literally became "hers".

Playing better with the girls than with the boys made me think I was queer. During puberty I didn't react to girls like the other boys, for me they were still friends. Then Catherine came along. She was the first girl to show me anything more that friendly interest. We have become very close, I would say almost like two girlfriends. This made me even more certain that I wasn't like other boys. For most of the other High School students, though, we are just a girl and a boy in love with each other. And in some ways I can say we are.

When I saw that article... something happened to me. There in full view was an article about a woman who been born a boy. Something inside me told me that I was almost just like her. This woman, Christine Jorgensen, had been through virtually the same as I had. Could this be the answer to my queerness I thought? The more I read the more the pieces fit together. When I came to the end of the article my body started to shiver and I got a reaction I never felt before. I can't put words to it, but it seemed so right there and then. And here we are.

Hussy in the Hamptons and Something About a Sailor $10.00 - Two Books in One by Bea

Then I went to the drawer and found what I thought I'd seen there - the maid's cap that matched the dress - a saucy confection in black and white taffeta. Then I put on one of the aprons folded in the drawer and tied myself in at the back. I knew then that Chris had read my propensities far better than I ever had for I simply did not want to take my uniform off. For the very first time in my life, I felt complete! I was a lady's maid! I had found my niche - my forte! At the very thought of being her maid - in a dress like this, my knees buckled.

"Naught Horsy!" One said, and was fitting something over my head that seemed also to be made of leather - and was pushing a horizontal bar of something - vinyl, but firm, into my mouth.

"Allison? You check her finger and toenails. Joyce fix her lipstick - a darker shade I think. Cecillia?"

She was expert at what she was doing. Before I knew it, something cool and quite large had been inserted all the way into my backside! I started to raise my body in protest, but a strong hand was placed on the back of my neck and held me in place.

Thereafter, as Ted was put through the paces of femininity by Susan, the 'invisible' Gene observed what even he considered to be fascinating. It was one thing for Ted to meekly put on his first pair of panties, to willingly allow Susan to pad and conform his chest into a woman's bosom. It was quite another as Ted was shown how to move and act feminine. And when he began doing everything on his own, from being now - conditioned to be this way, from motions and makeup to wear and voice - the finished product could be deemed nothing but fantastic, in its radical difference. Seeing his father's ass swish and sway in a tight-ass short skirt, bottomed out with sexy stockings and high heels, it was an automatic turn-on for Gene, even though he knew he caused it. He had no idea it would turn out this good. All done up, it was almost as if Ted was always female.

Ted Sawyer had become a 'perfect' crossdresser. Which was another way of saying that he was undetectable as a female when so-dressed. Ever since he brought his few changes of clothing, wig, and assorted accessories home, his feminine belongings had not only increased, but "Teddie" was female for much longer periods of times than the former trysts at the office. Teddie even went out on many different occasions - with or without 'her' spouse - without trepidation; even inviting attraction via flirting. Yet Teddie only flirted, as much as her attractiveness allowed; just as any other pretty woman might mildly flirt. A better way to put Teddie's flirting, due to her imposed restrictions, would be called simple eye contact. She would intuitively feel someone's eyes on her, catch them, smile back but then look away. If Ria was not around, Teddie knew where to draw the line and never pursued any male attraction. Conversely, any male pursuant to her was tactfully rebuffed and he sanely accepted. While attractive, Teddie gained no suitor that would not take "no" for an answer.

Eileen had called Tom Tiffany! Made him up and accessorized him like a cheap whore - had christened him with a pansy name – and he was taking it! I felt a flush of shame for his spineless behavior and maybe gave my portion of the leash an extra tug because of this. I half expected him to complain at this, but he just whimpered a little, so I gave him a harder tug for good measure. "Oh stop your whining Tiffany!" I snapped, then spoke to Eileen in a more conversational tone.

"Well, "she let it go, "you know how I could understand all you told about Viet Nam, how I could sort of anticipate some things you would relate. That's because I was there. I don't have a brother. I'm my brother. I'm not really a female, I'm just trying to be one." In spite of the thoroughness of her confession, Lynn made no attempt to reinforce it by reverting to Brian's natural voice. Sitting on her couch, she strove to assume as feminine a posture as possible, to maintain Lynn's identity while repudiating it.

Domme Primer
by Stella Satin

Audition for a Knight
by Bea

Bikinied in Barcelona
by Mark Speck

Things Change
by Diane Morrill

The Aptitude for the Job
& Dear Charles
both by Bea

Making the Boss a Bitch
by Trish Shaw

Discovering Bobby
by Franz Schein

Erosion
by
Stella Satin

"He was delighted when she allowed him to get back into his feminine clothes. By this time he was well aware that he wasn't getting back into masculine attire without permission from Gene – or now Trudi. Flimsy and feminine they may be he thought – but they still provided him with some degree of privacy. He didn’t see Trudi’s slight grin when she saw him tie the dainty bow at his neck, then check it in the mirror. She’d feminized a few males in her day and now it didn’t really surprise her how quickly they’d pick up little feminine touches. "

A two book series entitled The Miss Adventures of Stretchy Blunderbuss is first. You buy each separately for $9.00 or both together for $16.00.

My face would be all made up, hair long and full, and my boobs would be bigger, shown off to their best advantage by wearing something daringly low-cut that exposed a lot of cleavage. I was a slut and I wanted Tim to fuck my pussy bad!

Take not that I said "pussy" and not "ass". The important thing here was that as a guy, I was not hot for another guy. I repeat, it was seeing myself as a girl that got me to react as I thought one would act even though she'd be trashy... it would be me as a female that set me on fire.

Sometimes when things get slow now, I'd go into my office and dress in something real sexy, just to raise Quent's blood pressure, I couldn't help myself. Loving being Stretchy, I wanted to show my femininity off to the max... even if it meant only dressing like a slut just for my partner.

I grew to love being totally female, Meaning, being and doing everything that came with it, without qualms, Like dominoes, curiosity about being a woman was replaced by desire. Hunger grew from desire. Desire insistently became want. Want was satiated by need, I was her now, with Steve quickly becoming a fading memory, Otherwise, by this time, I was a woman.

"Oh, I think he likes me, but I but that's not the issue, Kelly," Denis was now extracting his bangles from his ears. "The issue is that I’m a guy. And now I’m getting turned on by - and turning on another guy."

"Well," said Kelly thoughtfully, as she followed Denis into his bedroom (he still slept with Kelly, this was more for dressing and makeup), "you never were turned on by guys before."

"So I don’t think this is Denis who is turned on; it's Denise. Its the woman in you. So its a heterosexual attraction. Perfectly normal under the circumstances, seeing how hard you are trying to think and act like a woman."

“I don’t think you heard what Nancy said,” Bev went on, “she said we will dress as Southern Belles and that ‘we’ also includes you. As the four of us you will come as a Southern Bell as well.”

It took a few seconds before Terry realized what Bev just said. He sat up, looked at the girls and almost yelled: “No way I’m not dressing up as a woman. Its not right. Besides, I would look foolish, and I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

“Calm down,” Bev continued, “you will not make a fool of yourself. This is Halloween and lots of men dress up as women on a day like that. And we will help you look so beautiful that no one will recognize you. You see we know you will do it. You will do it for us, your friends in The Single Parent Society.”

The Dress and Aunt Morag and Her Daughters $10.00 - two stories by Tiffany Mellis.

I was embarrassed when Eve let herself into the house accompanied with two of the girls that worked for her, Christine and Sara. Luckily, I'd changed into a fresh apron so knew that Eve wouldn't be on my case for looking dowdy. But it WAS embarrassing, you know? I mean, you're a guy – right? So how would YOU feel if your wife brought two of her employees home – without telling you she was intending to do so – and they come in to your house while you're wearing a pretty, very feminine, apron?

She had on a set of bright red underwear that he'd bought her a couple of Christmases before, and with sheer black stockings and scarlet high-heeled shoes she looked a picture. She'd quickly made herself up, and her eyes were dark with shadow and mascara, whilst her lips were covered in thick and glossy crimson lipstick that matched as near as possible to her lingerie. With her blonde hair piled high and secured with a bow, coupled with her semi-naked appearance, she looked absolutely captivating, and Malcolm couldn't wait to get his hands on her.