"So Phillip Morgan, I see you are wanted by the police. Good thing I found you before they did. Prison is such a horrible place for a pretty boy like you."I said nothing as she continued to grin at me. To her left she held up my attache case. 'Nice bundle of cache you have here, Phillip. Mattress money? Poker winnings? No? What then? Perhaps your share of a jewelry store heist?"I said nothing as she dropped the case and leaned forward. She had a very menacing look on her face. I wasn't sure...

I wanted to buy and wear feminine apparel for the same reason a natural born woman woujld: fashion for function. I wanted to look like all the other women looked like because I was one of them.All I ever wanted was to just fit into the feminine world where I felt I belonged. As a male I considered myself to be an outcast, a leper even an impersonator hiding the real me in a male body.

I quivered and hoped no one gave her a hard time at the meeting about my work. I felt as if I was living on hot coals whenever I looked up and saw her looking at me, pursing her lips or tapping her cheek with a pencil. Dana sent shock waves through me as I could almost hear the gears turning in her head as she worked out when would be the best time to reveal that Trish Kirk, in her attractive business suit, high heels and long, stockinged legs, was nothing but another man. ...

I was a woman. I lifted my skirt and I was still a woman in my stockings, garter belt and panties. I looked at the girl in the mirror and loved her. I knew that she loved being who she was. I shivered as I went to bed and changed. Yes, I willingly put on a nightie, going to bed with my hair in a net, my skin covered with softening, women's lotions. Then, I got up of Friday, eager to be a woman again, all day long.

I'd known for a long time that Roz was a consummate gossip, but I hadn't realized how glib she was, how she could turn almost any situation to her advantage. She's gotten me to do this silly thing to save her job for her. Gods in heaven, I had bought into that, hook, line and sinker.And I shouldn't have been dressed like I was; my makeup expertly done as if I was a woman going out that night after work. Other women got into the elevator. Several older ladies looked frazzled while younger ones,...

"Your reality is that as of this moment, you will no longer be able to become hard, unless I command it. Your prized manhood will begin to withdraw into your body. Your entire male reproduction system will transform into a complete female reproductive system. In fact your entire body will genetically transform into a female. You will look like a wide eyed innocent yet provocative girl. You will be a sixteen-year-old version of Hillary Duff from her latter Lizzie Maguire years with straight...

It seemed obvious that I was dressed and probably looked like a cute preteen girl! A violent trembling swept over me as tears burst forth from my eyes. A high pitched girlish wail escaped my throat as the woman held me to her, stroking my hair and back in a most comforting motherly fashion. Fearing what I would find, my hand slipped between my legs to discover that genitals were gone and replaced by something much more feminine.

"I must tell you that you have become a charming and quite feminine sissy maid. You have responded will to the hormones as well as your training in femininity and feminine deportment. You are going to become one terrific and very attractive female. I can safely assure you your transitioning is going to go quite smoothly and without a hitch." "We must get started. You many begin by cleaning my house. Come with me, Sissy Maid Joanne."

And I asked myself if this exposure to my mom could get any more humiliating and I was hoping it would not, but I sort of knew it would.Of course Cookie suggested the speciality store and explained the store specialized in dressing boys up as girls and was the source of my cover-ups and my padding and that the women there were very accepting in helping boys find their girl selves, and seemed to enjoy doing so. Mom for some inexplicable reason to me couldn't wait to see the place and we were...

Stripped down, I looked much like a young girl, thanks to the female hormones I had been forced to take and the figure changing garments I was forced to wear. To begin with, I had breasts, cute size A+ breasts with formed nipples and nice size areolas. Then the special panties and Janice's handiwork kept my testes inside of me and hidden. Further I had developed some shapely hips and a shapely butt. The binder that I wore day and night had slimmed my waist, slowly pushing in my ribs and...

My mind was reeling to her as I listed to her and thought about all my 'girl friends' in the Chapter. Even those declaiming loudly, married men, that they weren't gay at all, like Brenda and Marian, had hooked up with some guy 'out back' even though they were always saying that they only loved to dress in pretty women's clothes. Others must mean it, I thought. Probably those like Belinda and Stephanie who never came on an 'extra outing' that Marian and Margaret had been pleading with me to...

That's not me, was the first thought that went through my brain. I didn't recognize the girl at all in the mirror. She had long dark hair and thin eyebrows, a thin bobbed nose, a thin face and panicked, darkly fringed, blue eyes. She had wobbly breasts as well, I could feel them (!), and a slim figure, the hair that should have covered the girl in the mirror's vagina shaved, as Carla had warned me, so that a scar, there, was a little redder than the rest of my skin.I put my hand down to touch...

My brother was paying, obviously, to have this, this Mistress, dress me up like a woman! He was probably going to parade me in front of all his friends and let them jeer at me! I'd never be able to face any of them, people whom I knew, not ever again! I couldn't face a servant again, not any of the Rodriguez family, who'd all be spreading the word on what had happened to me, how Id been degraded by my brother's woman friend, being made into a woman just like her, fora ball in town. Most of...

"I just had this idea, Jenny," again the Cheshire cat smile, "since you are so fond of housekeeping uniforms, after you finish here and before you serve the coffee, go to your premises and pick a housekeeping dress of the many Jasmine was using. I don't think there will be a size problem, Jasmine was a big girl, quite unusual for a Filipina, and you are a small girlie boy so you will fit into one of them. You will find them all in the closet and make sure that you pick a clean one. Then add to...

In school the girls continued to tease me by discreetly addressing me as Sissy Maid Jackie, Girly, Sissy Boy or just plain Sissy. I would only smile at them and not reply as I felt myself getting hard by these verbal exchanges, brief as they were. It seems that I was turned on not just by being crossdressed and behaving in a very feminine manner but also by being verbally taunted and teased. So much for being transgender, I thought to myself. I now was firmly convinced I was a sissy...