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...

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...

"Shana, you don't know what you're saying." He shakes his head again, goes to the counter for more coffee. "Look at what you're wearing, sweety. I picked it out for you. Red silk lounging pajamas. They look good on you. The pullover top is more feminine than masculine, the bottoms are kind of unisex. And there's nothing wrong with that. I think you should get more into the role, con­sciously being what you already are subconsciously." "And just what do you mean by that?" he demands. "Exploring...

Shana leans closer, face at his hair. He feels her breath on his ear. "We'll talk about this later. Tell me more about the two boys who flirted with you in the park today." She rubs the slick dildo along his hardness. "It was nothing." "Were you flattered?" Shana works his cock slowly, waits but he says nothing. She squeezes his cock, prods his balls with the blunt tip of her dildo. "Tell me." "I was scared." "Why?" She resumes masturbating him. "The way they were looking at me. Afraid I might...

"You seem pretty confident that I would do this," Jimmy replied, "and I think you had a right to be. There are a few conditions though. One, we'll only do it in our house when we're alone; two, I won't dress up fully until I feel the time is right to do so, and three, none of this must ever be known to other people, at least until I have to do the trial." "That's all right. I will set one condition, and that is that you try on more and more female garments, also in combination, so you can get...

"Fine, and now to the main reason why I wanted to see Janet. Are you interested in playing the role of Adrian/Annie Wolfe once we start shooting? I think you're the perfect choice for the role. I've read the three books and I think they will make a great movie, maybe even for the big theaters." "You must be kidding. I have never been in front of the camera before, and to be honest, I don't think I can do it. Karl/Kari is a much better choice as he/she does commercials from time to time."...

“On the doorstep in the wee hours of the morning, Vic was kissing Ron goodnight and goodbye. Ron held him tightly with one arm while his free hand caressed Vic's buttocks through his satin skirt and nylon panties. Vic was fondling Ron's genitals with one hand, and one leg was bent upward from his knee, revealing his stilt heel and stretching his long skirt to the limit.”

I got off the train at Union Square and headed for Washington Square Park where I relaxed on a bench, pushed my hair behind my ears and clipped it in place with barrettes. My hair wasn't yet long enough to need this but it did add to the convincing "girl" impression that I was so easily creating. Then it was on to Eighth Street and the shops. A straw hat with a wide brim caught my eye. The brim was wide but not so wide that it couldn't be worn by a boy my age. I wore it out of the store. The...

For a moment he thought he'd misheard her. "I'm sorry," he answered, "I think I misunderstood what you just said." She was as serene as could be, coolly replying, "Which bit didn't you understand?" Adrian laughed to try and cover his embarrassment, sure that he had got things wrong again, and realizing that he would appear foolish and give her yet another chance to mock him when he questioned her words, but nevertheless he had to ask. "Did you just say that you want to turn me into a woman?"...

"I'm not actually a woman" Silence followed Lynn's rather incomprehensible revelation. "Hello?" she explored the silent line. "What do you mean?" hesitantly, Andy conducted his own puzzled exploration. "Well," she let it go, "you know how I could understand all you told about Viet Nam, how I could sort of anticipate some things you would relate. That's because I was there. I don't have a brother. I'm my brother. I'm not really a female, I'm just trying to be one." In spite of the thoroughness...

Shirley and Janice sent the rest of the afternoon and into early evening being extremely rude to Annabelle (ed.: the renamed husband), and humiliating her as much as they possible could. "Are you a prissy little tart?" demanded Shirley at one point. "Answer me." "Err... Yes Mistress", answered Annabelle, who was promptly told by Shirley. "For God's sake! Whoever heard of a girl with a deep voice like yours? Moderate it girl! Moderate it! Think girly thoughts and speak in a higher tone....

"But how can I pass myself off as a girl?" Vicki smiled as she buzzed Marilyn. I followed Marilyn to what seemed like a small beauty parlor. She put a pink smock over my clothes and seated me facing away from the mirror that covered one wall. "Just relax and leave everything to me." She began to do my makeup! After my hair was combed and sprayed in fair imitation of a pixie cut. Marilyn turned my chair to the mirror. I was suddenly convinced that Vicki Fairmont wasn't totally mad and that I...

I then asked Quent about the time we coincidentally got a string of cases. The "catch-'em-in-the-act" divorce proof cases. It was almost as if it was declared open season to dump your spouse. But you needed your local rent-a-cop to validate or invalidate - the pre-nuptial agreement... As it was, the guy (ed. that Stretchy had been assigned to follow) was a nomad. He didn't have one steady mistress, always picking up a willing first date partner. He was that smooth. I could...

"Pre-colored glue-ons honey." Anne chuckled once she had gotten her breath back and seeing my reaction. "I'll file them down in a while." she contorted herself until she sat on the edge of the bed and said with a smile of anticipation. "Go and wash your face and then come back and sit at my dressing table. I'm going to really pamper you and see just how good looking a slut I cam make you into." She was already removing her sodden panties, and looked up clucking. "Now honey! Not next week, get...

A few hours later I sat in my office trying to concentrate on pulling together my marketing scheme for a new client who as about to import an environmentally friendly brand of coffee from Brazil. I was almost entirely dressed in Diane's clothes, yet each item could pass for male apparel. Every time I moved some novel sensation reminded me of this humiliating truth. The corset restricted every breath. I was light-headed for lack of oxygen. Over it was a pearl colored shirt, which could pass for...