"Here's your half," said Carlotta as we rode back at noon from our 'tryst' with Dan. "Burn it!" I said to her as the cabbie's eyes looked at me in the rear view mirror and made no attempt to disguise my voice. That was what probably drew his attention. "Now, now, darling," laughed Carlotta. "Don't be like that. I never got extra tips before like Dan was showering on you. I think we made fifteen hundred between the two of us for one night, and we had breakfast as well." "And Dan had desert," I...

"So you tried to get Christine to back off?" said Marisa."But I didn't scare her," wailed Shirley. "She loves it all, all the dresses and showing off her legs in tights and stockings. She sleeps in nighties as well, I know. Jeff talks about her all the time as if she's really his girlfriend.""She is," said Marissa.There was pain in the other woman's face. "So, now I wait it out," said Shirley. "If I can get Jeff to see her for what she really is. She's never going to be a woman after all. But...

He just couldn't imagine himself living as a man. Sooner or later this "conundrum" as one internet source described it, was going to get the better of him. He shuddered to think about what that would mean. No one knew what death was but was it really preferable to living this way?Being stuck in the wrong body was no way for him to spend the rest of his life, but on the other hand, he hadn't been able to find many options, however he knew he had to keep trying or he was going to go crazy. Three...

The worst thing of all had been my breasts. I'd re-examined myself in the bathroom that night and again the following morning. It was quite clear that I had little mounds behind my nipple, real and fleshy.When I squeezed myself just lightly, the cleavage that I thought came from taping instantly appeared. I had a bra that pushed on me from the sides. When I put it on, I almost threw up as I looked at myself and all I saw in my mirror was a pretty, blonde girl, her hair in sleeping pigtails,...

At first I was embarrassed when her other maid, Joleen, would bustle about on her many errands. But as time passed, I noticed she paid us no attention. "You're just part of the furniture," as she put it.True to her word, Madame laced me into a wasp waisted chorus-girl's corset that brought my waist down to nineteen inches. Since I am so short, this was easily accomplished, and before long, she had me in a corset of a breathtaking seventeen inches. By the end of a day or so, I had become used...

"You'll have to take off your underpants," Marisa said as she leant towards the mirror, spraying herself. I got a strong whiff of her perfume or cologne. "We don't want any strange seams showing do we?" she asked. "I talked to a really helpful female impersonator down at the Fortune. She said that the guys there wore these things to keep their male parts out of sight."She had a package for my trembling hands. "Marisa," I croaked in complaint, my mouth so dry as she opened the parcel for me....