I told her it would be unseemly for a man, me, to wear a brassier. She just laughed and told me, "Why dear, how can a husband wearing panties, two pairs yet, a garter belt and stockings claim that wearing a brassier would be unseemly. Why from my point of view it is actually unseemly that you are not wearing a brassier. My gosh... who ever heard of wearing panties and stockings without wearing a brassier? I mean now that I think about it you look like a hussy standing there in panties and a...

Did... did I... just ki... kiss you, Petty Officer?" he asked his mind in a daze."Certainly not Sir," Monroe was breathing raggedly. "You most certainly did not.""Of course.," Ted agreed without thinking."Er, Sir?", Monroe interrupted Ted's thoughts."Hunh?""You can let go of me now, Sir. I have regained my balance.""Oh, sure," Ted mumbled releasing the boy and sitting down heavily."Will that be all Sir?" Monroe asked, his breathing evening out."Yeah, you're dismissed," he waved airily."Yes,...

By the end of the week, I'd come to accept being harnessed, although that first time I really didn't like it. However, when Hilary approached me with harness in hand each morning, with a determined look I offered no protest.It was mid-week that the mailman delivered a box from the store we'd visited. I was sure the collar she'd ordered, and whatever else, were in it. When I called her and told her she was so excited she said she'd leave early so she could see everything that had arrived.I...

I look like that when I perform, thought Bambi Labelle, as she watched the whole uplifting performance. She clapped wildly as all of the dancers and singers finally spread across the stage. "Well," said Angela as many of the patrons rose to their feet and applauded. "It wasn't that good, was it? None of this was real." "Oh, Angela," said the Countess, standing up with the people around them and applauding just as Hélène was doing. "It was a fabulous show. Now you can see why the sissies are...

Louis Carley is an unassuming young man who is not interested in a blue collar job like his father. He becomes a promising journalism student and gets noticed by local media outlets for his reporting skills. He is given a summer internship in England by a tabloid on the condition that he discretely investigate the disappearance of a number of men associated with Laura Wentworth, a very successful British financier.Just before leaving England for home, he is abducted, blackmailed and...

Vivian blanched, but did as he had been ordered. Well he knew the penalty for refusal, a sound smack-bottom on the bare and then be forced to sit on the man's lap anyway! Grandmother had twice subjected him to such an ordeal in Vivian's memory and he did not wish a third exposure. His rouged lips creased in a forced smile, Vivian slipped into the man's lap and draped an arm around the man's neck. As he had known would happen, His Lordship's one hand began to caress the tops of his thighs while...

One look at the stunned expression on Paul's face, inches from mine, removed all doubt that I'd presumed too much, as a girl, or overreached myself. He was as stunned as I was. Yet the desire for me, (for me !), was clear on his face, just as I had imagined that it would be some day. Our next kiss was even more rapturous than the first and drew him across the sofa right on top of me. Every nerve was on fire as my body became engaged in the chaotic tumult of my longing for him. My ears roared....

Paul took out a little box that instinctively I knew was an engagement ring. "No, Paul!" I gasped again, trying to gain control of my wavering emotions. "I'm not marrying you! You know I'm not a woman. You must have seen that in the hospital!" Paul got up, his face a mask, his angular chin jutting forward. He came towards the desk. I tried to shrink back into my chair, my hands gripping the silk of my dress tightly, though what defence that would have been, I've no idea. ...

High flying stock broker gets in deep financial trouble, so he hires a woman specialist to turn the company around. She, however, has her own plans.She says she can bring in 4 women clients each with 10 million in with her if he signs a contract which puts her totally in charge. Which he eagerly does. Too late he discovers the 4 women hate men and the only way to bring them is to turn him into a her. To accomplish this he’s sent to The Conover Institute that specializes in totally feminizing...

The newly christened Cherri, failing to meet her goals, is demoted to junior broker, then failing at that it’s decided she’s best suited to be the maid.She's sent back to The Conover Institute and trained as a maid with duties that include servicing men in various ways. Returned to the office, she becomes the full time maid of the women in charge.Salvation presents itself when two of the other employees decide to form their own company and offer her the position of company receptionist and...

Shyly, Mark raised his eyes and gazed at the rounded femininity seated before him. Her face showed her African heritage and he saw that she was the same black from head to toes, except between her toes and deep between her legs, she was pink! Her firm, proud breasts with their erect nipples stood upright and solid. Her slim waist flowed into lyre shaped hips that crept downward to her perfect thighs, calves and feet.Mark swallowed nervously as he stared at her worshipfully. He cleared his...

Sanity intruded on my thoughts. What was I thinking? She was a drag queen, wasn't she? A drag queen was a guy. She was a guy, my little Barbara, the blonde cutie I'd rescued in the bar by accidentally breaking her g-string and touching her emerging privates. So it was a very bad idea to go and see if I could find her, see if I could get her to kiss me again and see if it still seemed the same as it had when I kissed the lovely bride in my arms, I recalled her wonderful girlie fragrance and the...

A follow-up to the instructional book Tricks of the Trade M328. More Tricks gives further insight into makeup, dressing, passing and photography. If you are a crossdresser, a transgender person thinking about transition, or anything in between, you need this book.

Jason Lambert spends the summer after high school graduation working undercover for a sheriff's department in a neighboring county where he helps them bust a major pot ring. Following his first year in criminal justice he is recruited by the FBI to work undercover as a feminized male dancer to help them catch a serial killer. He not only catches one, but a second one as well. However in his feminized state he has fallen in love with the woman she works for. Instead of going back to his former...

I glance into the mirror... god! I looked positively immoral and decadent and as sexy and as stunning as I have ever seen myself. My nipples stiffened and traced suggestive bumps in the lace when I moved! And I could just make out the shadow of my ersatz feminine sex at the juncture of my ivory thighs! "My good Goddeth, girl!" Lana breathed in awe. "You are fanabulouth!" "Yeah, not bad at all!" Lynda added. "Ok. Enough admiring the view. Thith gown still needth to be finithed. You!" Lana...

It must have been an hour before we left the Ladies' Room. The supper was over, the cleanup in full throttle, and wine being poured. Speeches were being given by voices that weren't female even though they came from the mouths of very pretty women. "I need to speak to my friends, the judges," Guy said as I clung to his arm, this being the only way to get properly out of the place. He kissed me. He was right about how the drugs made me feel. Oh I had to keep on doing that, kissing him, as I...