Then later, when I came home from Aurora's still dressed, her and auntie insisted I wear the girl's clothes home. Aunt Martha stopping at the Antique Warehouse and Buster catching me sitting outside in the van, complimenting me on how I was dressed. How pretty I looked... My aunt stalling, encouraging me to go for a ride with Buster. My dear aunt who had once caught us in a dark aisle of the stockroom wnem Buster was coming on to me. Suddenly there I was with Buster, coming back from that...

The criminalist stands passively beside the compartment. Steinberg watches her face as he uncovers the body from the neck up. Seeing the ghostly pale face register's on the tall olive-skinned woman. Her dark eyes crinkle and her lip quivers. The other woman, taller and skinny, turns away, them moves to the olive-skinned one, hugs her, whispers something in her ear. Steinberg glances at Donatello, who is watching from the other side of the roll-out refrigerated compartment. She says nothing,...

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I looked at my reflection in the glass door. I was dressed modestly, denim skirt down to my knees, plain blouse, thick tights, and low heel workable shoes. My hair was kept behind in a high ponytail and my makeup was very discreet. My only accessory was my tiny gold studs on my pierced ears; that was a recent present from Miss Linda who handed me in an envelope my reference letter addressed to Miss Jennifer Blackman and inspected me this morning before my departure. In a largish shoulder...

I then asked Quent about the time we coincidentally got a string of cases. The "catch-'em-in-the-act" divorce proof cases. It was almost as if it was declared open season to dump your spouse. But you needed your local rent-a-cop to validate or invalidate - the pre-nuptial agreement... As it was, the guy (ed. that I had been assigned to follow) was a nomad. He didn't have one steady mistress, always picking up a willing first date partner. He was that smooth. I could easily...

"Pre-colored glue-ons honey." Anne chuckled once she had gotten her breath back and seeing my reaction. "I'll file them down in a while." she contorted herself until she sat on the edge of the bed and said with a smile of anticipation. "Go and wash your face and then come back and sit at my dressing table. I'm going to really pamper you and see just how good looking a slut I cam make you into." She was already removing her sodden panties, and looked up clucking. "Now honey! Not next week, get...

A few hours later I sat in my office trying to concentrate on pulling together my marketing scheme for a new client who as about to import an environmentally friendly brand of coffee from Brazil. I was almost entirely dressed in Diane's clothes, yet each item could pass for male apparel. Every time I moved some novel sensation reminded me of this humiliating truth. The corset restricted every breath. I was light-headed for lack of oxygen. Over it was a pearl colored shirt, which could pass for...

And so my wife, after giving Maria permission in front of her aunt to continue with my feminization... for the day or so I was supposed to have been there... she gave me a kiss and bid me goodbye and whispered to me, "Enjoy the time in your feminine finery. I know you will. And you can become as girly as you like dear... but just remember that I still expect one manly duty from you. And you know what that is." And her hand without notice patted my crotch.And I just kept telling...

I started to pant in fear. "Please ladies? Don't make me to this. Please?" Sandra patted my arm comfortingly. "Oh - for goodness sake little sissy Denny. We've no intention of making you change into your pretty new sissy outfit right at this minute - not if you don't want to! That is way beyond our supervisory capacity or authority! We'll just wait until everybody else comes in and we'll take a vote! I'm pretty sure that things will go our way. Then we'll make you! So it's up to you. Why don't...

She stretched for something on the dresser table, then was back over on top of me again. She laid some things on the bedcover. Picked something up. "Mm..Mmm..Mm" she crooned - and started applying makeup on my face. "Please Enid? Don't do this. Please?" "Oh for goodness sake!" She muttered impatiently. "You know I like my girl to look pretty. Just wait a minute or two. Would you?" I tried again. "Please don't Enid. I've done everything you wanted." "Of course you have darling. But that's how...

"Oh WOW! That is a lot of things I never realized. Wait a minute, does this mean I can live like girl from now on Aunt Vera? What about school? What about athletics in school? But I will still be a boy, down there. Well you know what I have in my panties. I can't have real breasts like other girls, can I?" "Richard... Rita, I have a doctor that told me that can all be changed too. With surgery, you could be a real girl in every way." "Aunt Vera, please don't tease me." "You can really be Rita....

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I feel like a doll on display. It's terribly humiliating but there seems nothing I can do about it. I'm back in the parlor and the windows have grown dark. There is still a fire on the hearth and Mrs. Spillane and my aunt Martha are teasing me. It's about the clothes I wear. I couldn't very well get back into my wet clothes so I'm wearing a long terrycloth robe that goes to my ankles. It's a girl's robe and that's not so bad. Some of those things look unisex enough. It's what I wear underneath...

I long to see my sister, but I'm afraid after discovering the new me she will be disappointed. Better for Lynette to picture the old Layton as long as possible. Yes the new me. Alone in my room I stand in front of the full length mirror wearing only panties, notice faint tell tale tan lines where I've worn a string bikini top. Under my panties I have a tan line too. the small bulge in the panel betrays my reality. I've found it very difficult to remain tucked. That only seems to work when my...

"You were raised for this you know." "What?" "Being a girly-boy. Didn't your aunt dress you when you were smaller?" "Yes but it was all innocent fun. And she's not really my aunt." "Hah! You're more suited to dresses and panties than cotton undershorts and blue jeans." She is right of course. Maybe I do look a little like Gwyneth Paltrow. I am girlish but I don't swish like some fairy. Buster saw this in my long ago, tried to bring me out. Made me touch him in the shadows of the warehouse....

My next appointment with Dr. Santiago was the day before I was going to start work at the printing company. At her request I just wore my athletic support, sweats, and sneakers. "It's good to see you again, Phillip," she began as I sat down. "Have there been any changes since we talked last?" "Yes, I quit my job at the hardware store and will start working as a temp for a printing company tomorrow night. It involves mostly machine operation which shouldn't be too physically...