"...you will now answer to the name of Candy. If you don't there will be hell to pay and you're already in enough trouble."Gulping nervously, Chuck could only stare at the blond who had just spoken, It was the girl from the park, the last one that he and Larry had dragged into the bushes so they could rape her. A strangled sob made him gag in apprehension as the full implications of his situation bore down on him with an uncomfortable weight. He had been apprehended and was at the mercy of...

His masculine appearance at work was causing trouble as he was forced to wear all feminine underwear and was actually disappointed when covering them with a suit, shirt and tie. His brassiere (without the falsies) still caused bumps and his need to add the familiar falsies when he got home, seemed to transmit itself to everyone he dealt with. He was hooked big-time and would have left his job if Alice even hinted at it. But she wasn't ready yet and so he persevered through the ridicule and...

As he finished speaking, he saw he change of expression come over Darren's face."Yo got somethin about pitchin' in wid de work here? Dis ain't no holiday camp... but it's a damn sight easier than bein' in the main block, you know?"Oh no, it's not like that, I have nothing against doing my fair share," Darren quickly explained. "It's just that you referred to me as 'girl' I know that Jezebel prefers being referred to as that but... well, I'm a man...""Tell me. I thought you were Greaves bitch?...

When they arrived at the end of the hallway, Hilda took a card, placed it in an electronic reader and opened the door, telling the 'girls' to go inside. A short man wearing glasses and a white lab coat nodded to Hilda as they entered and told Jennifer (Jesse) to sit on a metal table. He opened a drawer and took out a leather collar that was about two inches wide and lavender in color. He fitted this around Jennifer's neck, locking it with a card similar to the one Hilda used to enter the room....

From Past Midnight... I guess that like most transvestites, my love affair with women's clothing and all things feminine began when I was a young boy... what causes transvestism? Who really knows for sure?... Most expert theories are pure crap. In my case, growing up the only male in a house with two other women coulnd't have helped matters... what with all their pretty clothes, oh so long hair, and make-up. I was way too weak to resist the urge. ..... Leaving me alone in my room, they went to...

What a problem, she has set me up with big falsies under this lox cit gown. My fake bust is even larger than her real one, and the fact that they are bigger makes for more exposure. Now she wants to test her handiwork, and also test my female responses to the single make seagoing barflies. Second thought, they may not be single, the may be out searching for a little extra entertainment, like the other male that I know.

Georgia and Cheryl were happily progressing now to. All day long they minced about in my house doing their chores in their pretty little uniforms and their extra high heeled shoes and when I went to work, they had time off. They worked evenings when I was at home on my days off and never complained when I brought home a new man for the night.

Over the next two days, Dale could see he was changing, but why? He just couldn't figure it out. First his breasts began to feel very tender and looked to have swollen slightly. His hair was growing at an alarming rate. In only two days, it framed his face nicely His cheekbones grew high and his relatively thin lips grew full and luscious. These changes made Dale very nervous; what if people began to notice at school? Something was not right, these changes did not happen to guys/ it was like...

Lynn dressed so fast that he didn't notice what else had been done to his body. Quickly, he followed his stepmother out of the changing room. He didn't get more than ten feet down the hall when he froze in his tracks. Staring back at him from the full-length mirror was a young woman wearing the same clothing that he had on. Her hair was done in a Buster Brown page-boy style; the bangs hung evenly across the entire forehead reaching to the eyebrows and kind of bubbled all about the head,...

I really wanted to see and talk to my Mom and Dad, my three brothers and sister. I wanted to see my fiance again, I wanted my life back. But, instead, I was in a body much smaller and weaker than my own, a family I did not know, friends I did not know and restricted from doing so many things because, suddenly, I was not old enough to do them. That would have been bad enough had I been in a teenage boy's body... but, just to make matters worse, I was in the body of a girl, a sex that I knew so...

She carried the sleeping kid to the bed, tucking him in. She checked a false wall panel above the bed headboard and confirmed that the tape machine was ready. She turned it on, then left. In the silence, the sleeper;s breathing activated the machine, and a soft, monotonous voice said, "I am Clare Heibolt. I am sexteen. I love my mama, Olive Heibolt. I am very happy. The soft voice faded away, then started over at the beginning, going around and around, not disturbing the sleeping kid. Outside,...

"Marion wanted me to explain somethings to you.""What things?" Jeff looked at Jamie, taking in the ivory-colored chemise she was wearing. The wrap was loose and moved as she turned against the huge mirror on the wall. He could see the rise of her breasts and the outline of the bra and panties she was wearing underneath."Well if you go through with it..." Jamie turned to face the mirror. He looked at her reflection as she spoke. " Valerie wants you to so something. I don't know what, but it...

And so it was, their new lives began in earnest! Each day took them farther away from the life they were born into. Each day they became more feminine and girlish. They only had a couple fo small rebellious fits. After Jesse got his 3rd ear piercing, that did it for him. Abby wised up even faster. She got her 2nd piercing and vowed to tow the line no matter what was asked of her.The pills began to change not only their physical bodies but their minds as well! They were becoming more mentally...

From Becky... Brian sometimes had minor panic attacks thinking about the future. What would he become? What would become of Becky? Would he just continue dressing occasionally and hid in the closet for the rest of his life? He had gone through all the terminology for the transgendered individual. He definitly was not a drag queen. Transvestite? He did not think so. Crossdresser? Maybe? But the feelings seemed to go deeper than just wanting to dress as Becky occasionally. "Transsexual seemed to...

From A Real Other World...I found myself dumped into a dark place, naked. The concrete felt cold on my skin as I tried to keep from puking. I couldn't remember how I got there, or even the last thing I'd been doing. Obviously, I had been drugged and shanghaied. But from where? I couldn't tell. the drugs made me dizzy and lightheaded.Just then a voice spoke. It sounded like the voice of God, coming from everywhere and judging me. It began by listing a litany of my crimes against women. "You...

"What else did you buy for me?" I asked her calmly. "You said a dress too?""Yes dear." She dug into the bag and brought out a pretty paisley colored dress that had the round flat collar and short puffed sleeves and an attached tie belt at the waist. The dress would zipper close behind my back when I wore it, and I knew that I would indeed wear it. Pants of any kind with undershorts were just too uncomfortable to wear for ten hours a day of traveling. The white pumps would probably go with the...