Blushing furiously now, I had put her clothes into the areas she'd indicated. while she stood by and watched. I won't say that she gloated - but there was a decided air of satisfaction as she dismissed me, saying that she was very pleased with me. I didn't care, I was still the only man in the house, but doing a few of the tasks that rightly belong to the maid, diminishes one. Though in all honesty, both Hortense and Emily seemed friendlier toward me. There never had been a great deal of...

Life with a Princess: Mitson works for a domineering woman in all all woman office. She has sized him up as a potential sissy and therefore marriage material for her daughter, Princess. Mitson is soon being called Missy and his new wife starts changing his role and wardrobe. Missy would be a great name for an office girl, wouldn't it? Power, Power, Who's Got The Power?: A wife hires Mary to consult about her marriage and she hires to Rene take the husband in hand, changing him into a sweet,...

It's now noticeable that their hair is nicer, as mine has become and I again make a short stint on the second team. Then because it is recognized that there is a need for the cheering of our girl athletes, I am shown off in my cheerleader costume, lipstick and all. So here I am, in all my girlish glory, waving my pompoms and shaking my backside in true cheerleader fashion. At this point I am blushing a fiery red as the audience cheers even louder. My fellow cheerleaders and I bounce and shake...

From Rita... They both cackled as I stood completely naked when Melanie got back to me. Then I stepped into the panties, and stood shivering although it wasn't cold as she fastened me into a bra. "I think that yellow satin with white lace looks nice on him - don't you think?" She asked as she fascinated me in. "Cute?" Rita sniffed from out of a magazine she had picked up. "Just make sure that you pad the bra cups pretty full!" "How come?" Melanie asked, curious. "Well nobody's going to take...

It hadn't taken Bobbi long to establish what our new relationship was to be. The morning after my 'demotion' I discovered that she expected me to run her bath, look our her clothes, help her dress - and become totally responsible for the upkeep of her clothes and person. I accepted this, somewhat unwillingly, but feeling that it was much too soon to be disobeying my sister's orders, I went along with Bobbi's demands. As I said she would occasionally join Elsa and me in the lounge at night...

When Angie and Priscilla came back, their astonishment at my changed appearance was obvious. Both Denise and I wore full, frilled aprons with multi-colored floral patterns. I blushed, seeing Priscilla's somewhat disbelieving stare as she took in my apron with the large bow at the back, then my hair, which Denise had parted on a different side and held in place by a few judicious bobbi pins. I desperately hoped that they weren't too noticeable. I don't think that Priscilla noticed that my...

Under her watchful eye, I pulled my slip off then blushing, took my bra and falsies off. It was so humiliating, sitting there in front of my ex-wife and secretary in nothing but panties, garter belt and stockings. Kristy saw this and was nice enough to hand me my slip, which I draped over my lap, hoping to hide my obvious excitement, although I wasn't very sure.

In my opinion, my introduction to wearing the lingerie created a major fissure in any remaining masculinity I had. It can be argued that the use of perfume could have been explained away as evidence of a man's cologne but what Dorothy had made for Lunn and myself now was far too pretty to come even close to a man's product. Ane? Women generally have a much more acute sense of smell than men do. There was no fooling them - not a chance. The use of the scent may be perceived as a much lesser...

I felt spasms of delight watching him as, dominated, he was taught how to put rollers in his hair, though he ended up with only three, one at the back and sides. Subdued now, he didn't protest when she applied the lotion from a squeeze bottle to the hair in the rollers. He did flinch a little as she wrapped his hair in a chiffon scarf, before putting the hood of a portable dryer over his head, and turning it on.He started licking his lips nervously when she brought out her manicuring tools. "I...

I was mortified! What made it worse was the fact that the girls weren't being mean or scornful. Nothing like that. They were genuinely trying to help me turn myself into a female - in looks and dress anyway. They figured that was what I really wanted. But what they couldn't see was that I had serious difficulty with this. It wasn't that the idea of dressing didn't appeal to me - it did. But in FRONT of them? Oh grief! I started to stammer.  "Girls? Please? I don't..." "Just HUSH!" Reen...

I knew immediately that there was no sense in struggling. Knew that she was straonger than me. On top of that, I felt that I would show a disrespect for my new sister-in-law if I objected. Found myself slipping helplessly into her arms."My turn! My turn!" Carol was saying and, still breathless, I was floated from Sylvia to Carol, very conscious of my woman's shape on the water as I transfered from one set of tanned arms to another, my own soft pale arms looking weak and womanish. My breasts...

I and the other girls hadn't much to do afterwards and neither Emily nor Betty seemed to have the inclination to do anything but watch Tiffany and Dorothy as they gradually took me over. When Gloria and Jan came in later that afternoon, I pleaded with them silently from my chair as the other two girls had just finished making me up. The guys simply could not believe that the pretty young thing in polka dot dress and white blouse - nor in my lightly, but thoroughly made up face - was the young...

That woman! She just loved to tease him. I think at times, even Wendy was scandalized at what she'd make him do. Once she had him take off his shoes - then made him step into a pair of lacy pink satin panties - and pull them up over his outer clothes. Then he had to get fastened into a matching bra - again over his outer clothes. After she had padded his bra, she led him through the store to where Amy and I were sitting enjoying complimentary cokes. I couldn't help it - couldn't stop giggling...

She stared at me for a few seconds - then burst out laughing! "You're not a man, silly You're a pretty little sissy wearing pretty little baby doll pajamas. Stay here with me long enough? I might teach you how to be a lesbian sissy - but tonight? You even think of putting a move on me? I'll put you over my knees and give you a damn good spanking. Now, get your ass into bed Michelle!"Her words may have sounded cruel, but they were said with amused mockery combined with a little real affection....

"So? I have a lot of brainwashing to get through to help you accept a lifestyle that I'm sure you're unaccustomed to - but I'm sure that you'll end up loving." "A lifestyle?" I gulped. "Of course! I like my boys to be all soft and sweet. Wearing pretty clothes. be undemanding - do as I want in other words." "I don't know as if I'd like that - not very much," I said, adding the last bit hastily. She had picked me up and was carrying me into her bedroom, talking as she went. "Of course you...

The dresses that were fitted to us were all similar - sleazy scarlet with a built in uplift that thrust our breasts out - and a huge bow at the back, right above the backside. I learned that when I walked to wiggle that bow from side to side in a most provocative manner. It turned out that the fittings were to ensure that all of us had exactly the same about of freedom in our walking - damn little to tell the truth - but when I was trying mine out, I must admit that I giggled at all the...