"Yes Gene," he said softly. "But I was wondering...?" "Yes Dorothy?" she cooed. "Well first? I'd kinda like to get changed back. Second? I'l rather you called me David, please?" His voice was weak and rather petulant she thought. "No Dorothy, I will not call you David. Until tomorrow night is over, I want you to think and act like Dorothy. It would be stupid for me to allow your male persona time to take over again, don't you think? Into what, may I ask?" "My real clothes!" But there was no...

"You should probably glue your breast forms to your chest so you wouldn't have to keep your bra on when you are in bed with me. I would love to play with your boobs when in bed together, though false, they feel very real to me." Pat murmured. It was our first night together in the new apartment and she was in a chatty mood and was whispering to me as we were lying in bed in the master bedroom after our intense love playing. I was more than pleased and excited as she kept talking to me. She was...

As if reading her mind, Hedda said, "Of course some males , no matter how you change their appearance, will never be convincing. However, putting them in the feminine role changes their demeanor, makes them more loving, more malleable.""Huh," said Beth, thinking how Mark liked being caressed in her lingerie, how he used to enjoy their intimate little shopping trips."Didn't you say that he enjoyed shopping for lingerie with you?"Beth nodded and crossed her legs under the table. She was wet and...

Mark was trapped in a fetishistic swirl of slick nylon, alluring women sexily dressed and the tantalizing stigma of submission. It wasn't his fault that he'd been feminized, made to kneel and be subservient to his wife and now this stout bisexual. That's what he told himself as he knelt between Irene's strong legs.

As Jane took her hands and put cool water on her breasts, she asked, "When did you have to start wearing a bra and living full time as a girl? I remember one summer when Phil was about 14 he went to stay with his aunt and Phyllis came back and enrolled in girls' Catholic school with my sister. Is that when you went full time as a female?""You guessed right. My Mom and my aunt had an attorney change my name and with the help of one of his friends they got me a birth certificate and when I went...

After I returned from a year of living with my Aunt and going to school as a full-time girl, I returned a young teenaged girl. Mom and later my Aunt had very carefully dressed me in clothes that reflected an image of a very young girl. The never let me dress as an adult in party dresses.The first real time that I went out dressed as an adult was when the owner of the most exclusive dress shop in town asked Mom if she could photograph me dressed in party dresses for a fashion layout she was...

When I awoke I heard the shower running - obviously Jim had gotten his bag out of his car and was making himself at home. I wanted to be the picture of a cute little sex kitten so I pulled on an old pair of cutoff jeans and a scooped neck, cropped white T-shirt. The cutoffs were skin tight plus they were very worn and ragged at the hems. They were so short and frayed that my ass cheeks peeked out. I did not wear a bra or panties to deter Jim's intentions, if he had any this morning. ...

"Yes May. Can I do anything for you?" I said. "I've just been wondering?" she said. "What?" "These girls that beat you up? Both of them called you Nancy. How come? Had you met them before when you were going by that name?" I was speechless for a second, but Elaine stepped in. "No May," she laughed. "It's a figure of speech we Brits use. They didn't say his name,was Nancy. They used a figure of speech. Actually, called him a 'Nancy boy'." "A Nancy boy? Never heard that expression." May said...

"You work for me now. There may be visitors come by and I'll want you neatly dressed at all times. Most certainly I don't want to ever see you in these pajamas and that robe you wore earlier on. And? if you have any scruffy outerwear of the same type, I don't want to see that either. Understood?" He licked his lips nervously. "But Ms. Evans? My clothes weren't that good quality even when I bought them new. They're kinda used looking now" "Jack? There's TONS of clothes available to you. Just...

The Cytherea Coterie traces its roots back to the turn of the last century and women's suffrage. That from the beginning its ranks contained a significant number of lesbians was no accident. Back then women needed men, those same men who largely dominated society and established its dictates. It was a loose coalition of like-minded women at first. By today's standards these early feminists would hardly raise an eyebrow. However that quickly changed over the years. It was taught by a select few...

"Speaking of kinky," she said picking a pair of black panties from the pile of underwear and holding them out by finger and thumb. "I want you to wear these Monday.""Marisa, that's crazy!" He challenged her stare."No, it's not crazy. I think you have a panty fetish and...""No, I don't.""Stop denying the obvious, Steve. Besides, there's no harm. I like the idea of you wearing my panties. When I caught you sniffing them it turned me on . I don't know why so dont' ask. Maybe we're a little kinky,...

For his punishment, Arthur faced the wall. His mother had threatened inviting some of her lady friends over for tea. Aunt Martha thought it a splendid idea. Her obscene laugh was loud, like the neighing of a horse. Facing the wall wasn't so bad. It was what he wore that was so mortifying. A red pleated, red velvet dress with frilly petticoats underneath, his bare legs exposed, feet in frilly red ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes on his feet. Under the bib-like dress he wore a long-sleeve,...

I was more and more intrigued by Chrissie. It had been weeks since I conceived or referred to Chrissie as he or him. Chrissie was now she, her... the ideal girl, the ideal lover... with something extra that no GG could offer. Chrissie wore panties at all times. It seemed natural and right on her. She also had a foil complement of lingerie and foundations along with skirts, blouses and dresses. Chrissie's "mum" was very much aware of all this and had shopped for and with her fascinating elf...

As I made my way back to the trolley, she spoke. "What did you think of Josephine?" I turned back and looked at her. "The maid? Can't say I really noticed her." I said. Was I supposed to?" Samantha smiled. Opened her eyes wide. Asked innocently. "You just used the term 'her'. Are you sure?" I couldn't help myself. Gaped at her. "You saying - you saying? She's a GUY!" "Not really. Not anymore. She used to be a male. But was stupid with it. Went out of his way to alienate her wife. After my...

Lazily, I wondered, I liked girls, but needed a boy for marrying purposes. Would it be possible to make a boy into something more acceptable to me? Gentler? More feminine? Would it be possible to have him docile and well  behaved, ALL the time, the way that all were before being handled? I thought of how Rayburn had to be milked twice. Certainly didn't want to get into the habit of multiple handlings. When I'd given him the apron, he'd protested - but weakly, as if he...

Half an hour later the two girls greeted Ruth's mother as she came home from work. Her warm smile and matter of fact greeting suggested that Chessie, a boy wearing and looking good in girl's clothes and makeup, was not something suspect. Chessie realized Ruth's mom was accepting her at face value. "Well, hello Chessie. Really so nice to meet you. Ruth's told me so very much about the new boy in school. I really didn't think anyone could be quite as talented as Ruth said you were. Now I see...