In Pursuit of Perfection $10.00 by Mardee Louise Prynne

As she turned in porfile I was able to admire the curve of the front of her thighs as well as the superb roundness of her firm breasts with their perfectly proportioned pink aureoles. Her round tummy with its deepnavel was just another part of her perfection... No shadow of a beard and no body hair except for a light down on her forearms. Was this strange and irresistible combination of boy and girl a natural gift or was Miki the creation of surgery and hormones?

Defining Patty $10.00 by Mardee Louise Prynne

The effeminate boy had always run from a fight, accepted the taunts and the mockery as he swallowed his pride, fought back tears, often unsuccessfully. Always until today. Patsy had finally had enough. Today, he decided, was the day the worm would turn.

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Got You at Last $10.00 by Sarah Thorpe

"...Even the records of your transformation in Colorado are gone. In other words, you are safe. Richard, of course, and the chief and one agent in Las Vegas, and my boss, David Miller. Not even his wife, Diane, who will run the case from the DA’s office, knows anything. So the total is five persons in addition to the two of you. And none of the above will ever say a word. I’m saying this only between the two of us; none of the others know a thing, not even my husband. Before I’m finished, I would like to tell you one thing more, I am just like you, I was born a male and I am now legally a female..."

Paulie, The Sissy Boy $10.00 by Patti Mark

Looking at my hands, then in the mirror at myself I don’t know what overcame me, I just started crying.

“Good grief, what brought this on? I’ve never seen a man actually cry,” Erma declared, which Marsha made worse by caustically remarking, “I don’t think I ever have either, but apparently Paulie does. Stop crying this
instant Paulie, you’re embarrassing me, and yourself”

“B-But I-I look g-girlish,” I sniffled.

“Nonsense, you don’t look girlish. A little sissy-ish I’d say,” she said, which, somehow made it worse. I wasn’t a man anymore? I was a sissy!

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A Wife for Charlotte $10.00 by Jennifer Reynolds

'I told you earlier. My clients are bored with what's generally on offer. And I told you they'd moved to one side in their requirements for the type of partner that they want for sex… Well now you know what I specialise in providing... Pretty young women with a cock between their legs!'

A series of 3 books from the first year of Mags Inc doing it's own publications. Each book has been priced at $8.00, two doolars below are normal price. You can buy all three for $20.00!

All 3 Saga of Phyllis Books $20.00

The Saga of Phyllis #1 $8.00 - by Phyllis Lane.
Phyllis, the owner of Black Lace And Promises - an exclusive lingerie salon that caters to Women of Taste and Tasty Women - is about to experience the ultimate fitting of her life. Come with us into this sensuous salon of glamour and sex and find out what really goes into making the ultimate femme fatal!

The Saga of Phyllis #2 $8.00 by Phylis Lane
Phyllis, is about to go on her fust date with a man - a real sexy hunk.
While Phyllis is being seduced and doing some seducing of her own, Suzi, her kinky lesbian playmate/roommate is on a mission to transform Chris/Christine into a more sophisticated grown-up woman and winds up having a wild erotic night of her own!
Oh... and find out about Phyllis' first sexual affair with her lesbian friend Ms. Jane, as she spends the night AKA Marilyn Monroe!

The Saga of Phyllis #3 $8.00 by Phyllis Lane.
Phyllis, formally Phil, the owner of Black Lace And Promises-an exclusive lingerie salon that caters to Woman of Taste and Tasty Women (TV/TS) - is up to her powdered and perfumed fanny in some sizzling, sexy adventures again.
First, we get the juicy details about the morning after her first intimate encounter with a man. Then Phyllis has a new protégé Chris, soon to become Christine.
Suzi, Phyllis' sexy roommate is also teaching Christine some kinky tricks of her own. Could this be a juicy menage a trois in the makings?

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All Three David's Descent $27.00

David's Descent Book One $10.00 by Max Swift

I sit on his mother’s bed, wearing a thin push-up bra that makes my boobs look bigger, black stockings and garter belt, feet in four inch pumps. “Remember your voice, dear,” I gently chide him. “Speak softer with modulation. Like you’ve been practicing.”

He looks at me, stands beside the bed. He wears a constricting foundation garment. It is like a corset but has no stays, only thin tight spandex. The padded liquid insert bra is part of the garment. I bought it at a store in the Barrows that caters to transvestites and transsexuals. The spandex narrows his waist, ends above the hips, lends an illusion of womanliness.

David's Descent Book Two $10.00 by Max Swift

Harold looks convincing this evening. He wears a short ruffled maid’s
outfit with backseam stockings and three inch heels. Harold’s hair is long and real and it really depresses me that we’ll probably end up cutting it when his mother comes to visit. Stan can hardly keep his eyes off Harold. The chest bandage and makeup on his pectorals gives Harold the illusion of slim breasts.

All evening I’ve plied Stan with martinis while Harold flits around, giving Stan the look, flirting, flashing his well-turned feminine looking legs at him. And that saucy bottom. Harold is beginning to take on a little weight in his ass as a result of the herbal hormones he’s been taking. His chest is a little fleshy but lagging behind his new girlish butt.

David's Descent Book Three $10.00 by Max Swift

“Go lock the door.”

“What?”

“You heard me, David. Go lock the door. I don’t want any interruptions.”

“What will they say if they can’t get in here?” I whine.

“I don’t give a fuck!” She stands up and points. “Now go lock thedoor.”

When I return Mandy is neatly folding her skirt on the table. She smiles, hooks her thumbs in some kind of nylon-like pantybriefer. “Get on your knees, David. I want your mouth between my legs. I need some relief. All this overeating has me at my wit’s end.”

“You can’t mean for me to – “

"That’s just what I mean,” she says, kicking off the pantybriefer which momentarily gets caught on her shoe. She sits back in the chair, spreads her legs and points again to the floor.

“You owe me, David. Now get to it.”

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