I awoke with a start, unable to recall where I was, but was quickly reminded as my hands felt the smooth, silky nightdress that covered my body. I saw the feminine clothing scattered about the room, and the bottles, tubes and jars of cosmetics covering the dressing table.Slowly memory returned, accompanied by a desperate need to use the toilet. Somewhat to my relief I found that my body still appeared masculine, except for the mask of a face that had been secured over my own. Barely had I...

"... You will be given a new, more befitting name shortly." "More befitting to what?" I asked, studying the woman carefully. "Just what gives here? What are you expecting to make me do?" "Work for us, of course. In return, you will have your accommodation, you will be fed, clothed, and well looked after." "I already have a job, thank you ma'am, and my own home and clothes, all in America. And I can quite easily proved my own food. So what should I wish to stay here and work for you people?"...

Mr. Benson was puttering about in his backyard and happened to look over the low fence to see me sitting there having my lunch."Afternoon Teri," he called to me."Good afternoon, Mr. Benson," I called back. "Beautiful day isn't it?""Sure is. Warm enough that we don't need jackets yet. Nice outfit. You look pretty good in it.""Thank you, I feel pretty good in it too.""I take it you're going to be dressing as a woman a bit more now?" he asked. I had finished my soup, so I took my sandwich over th...

I'd tried reconciling myself to the situation, as I knew resistance would most likely lead to punishment and not to any solution. It was hard watching he three of them relax in front of the TV while I traipsed around in my revealing outfits and high heels, tending to their never-ending demands.Without realizing it, I showed annoyance one day when Charlie yelled at me for dripping a plate. He didn't hesitate a moment before grabbing my waist and pulling me face down over his lap."No more...

Going down stairs, I was glad for the kick slit at the back of the skirt. It was a tight a-line in which, like so many women, I limit-walked. My skirt did not snap by being drawn taut, but I did step out as for as it would allow. I had seen this limit-walking in many women before, and so did not feel self-conscious as long as I did not actually snap my skirt. Of course. out on the street, I also had the sound of the metal taps at the tips of my high heels, as they clicked on the concrete...

Kevin leaped out of his chair and into Ken's arms. Without the slightest hesitation, he kissed the embarrassed man full on the lips and clung to him while squealing "Yes. That will do fine!" He then slithered out of Ken's ;ap, stood up and looked down at the still embarrassed man "Sandy's pretty crazy not to, you know, go out with you Ken!""Thanks, I guess..." echoed the frustrated man.Kevin stood there looking down at Ken, eyes wide and hands now clutched together in front of 'her'. "Ken,...

I could not resist the offer. Who could? Having decided to take the job, and commit myself to femininity - for a while at least - here was an offer to help me get it right. I was ecstatic. I had discovered quite quickly that I liked what I was doing, I found it becoming more and more compulsive and I knew I didn't want to stop. I told them alll these things and much more. It was wonderful to have friends again.I was sent to dress. This, you have to understand, is never a quick process for a...

Nikki was startled, then confused by the shock in Harriet's voice. "Of course I'm not a boy, Harriet, I'm a girl."Harriet looked at him sharply, a question in her eyes. Was he making fun of her? No he didn't seem to be. He was really bewildered at her remark. then she realized that it was not a joke. This beautiful creataure really believed he was a girl. For a moment, she considered making fun of her remark and saying it was just a joke. The look on his face told her it was too late, her...

"Now beg me sincerely and pathetically to help you 'Barbie'. And if I don't like your efforts, I'm out of here."P...please Joyce, I beg of you, don't leave me here. I will do anything that you say. I will do anything that you want. Please, please don't leave me.""Not bad, hussy, but not good enough. Try calling me Ms. Joyce and don't refer to yourself in the first person anymore. Instead refer to yourself in the third person, Barbie. You aren't important enough to be considered as a real...

"There! Now I'm just a sissy maid," David told himself, suddenly completely into the fantasy. He brushed his hands over the puffy dress and apron. He twirled around, then found a mirror, admiring what he saw from the neck down."Oh god, this is silly." he whispered before putting on his sister's back sholes. "Oh god, I'm done! I'm all dressed like a common woman. The dress, the garter, everything!" He was so excited.David ran to the door, putting his ear up against it, listening for footsteps....

What eluded him was the "why" of the situation. It was obvious that seeing him transformed into a woman was pleasing to her, and that it was a kind of punishment for what she thought he had done to her. What confused him was that his eagerness to get through her punishment as quickly as possible only seemed to increase her delight in the situation. After all, she had put a limitation on her spell (or whatever it was) to make sure that no more than one change took place per day. She had said it...

"The truth is you look like a girl now, whether you want to admit it or not, Hon. Breast implants would just make you look more convincing and spare your embarrassment at being thought of as being flat-chested. I bet that nobody sees you as a man wearing female-style clothes so you may as well look fully female by wearing more feminine clothes.""What would my chest look like with implants? Would they look very obvious?" Vince asked dubiously."No not really. We only need to make them one or two...

Looking in the mirror, Greg was pleased with what he saw. Still being careful not to show it, he sucked in his breath."What do you think Sherry?" asked Lisa. "Do you like it?""But I look like a girl!" wailed Greg, strategically."Not yet you don't, Sherry," said Lisa, "this is only the start."Greg's head was spinning. He felt as though he had died and gone to heaven.Ashley and Christine came back down the hall at Lisa's call. Looking at Greg, they giggled. She looks so pretty!" they both said...

"... Angela spoke, "I think we can still get you into that job if you're willing to take a chance," she said slowly."What do you mean?" Nick asked looking up at her, his eyes still full with disappointment."Well, you've been studying gender behavior long enough, how would you like to study it from the other side?" she said, studying his reaction."I don't understand," he said."I'll spell it out. I want you to have that job, and I can give it to who ever I want. The person I appoint must be...

Mom had a training schedule for me, to get me ready to go to work with her on Monday morning. It was only Saturday afternoon! I had a little more than thirty-six hours to prepare my mind for going out as a girl. I didn't think I would be ready for that.No matter how much my feet hurt, I was not allowed to take off the shoes. I could sit and rest but the shoes had to stay on my feet. I had to look into every mirror I passed and check my hair and makeup. I had to work on my poise and balance for...

My eyes raced around the room. I realized that among the men there was a lone woman seated in a chair on the far side of the room. She was wearing tight blue jeans with white sneakers and sat with her feet and knees pressed firmly together. Her head was bowed and her long brown hair almost covered the hands she held clenched in her lap. The long hair hid her face, but couldn't disguise the ample swell of the breasts that were clearly outlined beneath the white cotton of her T-shirt.I began to...