She stretched for something on the dresser table, then was back over on top of me again. She laid some things on the bedcover. Picked something up. "Mm..Mmm..Mm" she crooned - and started applying makeup on my face. "Please Enid? Don't do this. Please?" "Oh for goodness sake!" She muttered impatiently. "You know I like my girl to look pretty. Just wait a minute or two. Would you?" I tried again. "Please don't Enid. I've done everything you wanted." "Of course you have darling. But that's how...

"Oh WOW! That is a lot of things I never realized. Wait a minute, does this mean I can live like girl from now on Aunt Vera? What about school? What about athletics in school? But I will still be a boy, down there. Well you know what I have in my panties. I can't have real breasts like other girls, can I?" "Richard... Rita, I have a doctor that told me that can all be changed too. With surgery, you could be a real girl in every way." "Aunt Vera, please don't tease me." "You can really be Rita....

I feel like a doll on display. It's terribly humiliating but there seems nothing I can do about it. I'm back in the parlor and the windows have grown dark. There is still a fire on the hearth and Mrs. Spillane and my aunt Martha are teasing me. It's about the clothes I wear. I couldn't very well get back into my wet clothes so I'm wearing a long terrycloth robe that goes to my ankles. It's a girl's robe and that's not so bad. Some of those things look unisex enough. It's what I wear underneath...

I long to see my sister, but I'm afraid after discovering the new me she will be disappointed. Better for Lynette to picture the old Layton as long as possible. Yes the new me. Alone in my room I stand in front of the full length mirror wearing only panties, notice faint tell tale tan lines where I've worn a string bikini top. Under my panties I have a tan line too. the small bulge in the panel betrays my reality. I've found it very difficult to remain tucked. That only seems to work when my...

"You were raised for this you know." "What?" "Being a girly-boy. Didn't your aunt dress you when you were smaller?" "Yes but it was all innocent fun. And she's not really my aunt." "Hah! You're more suited to dresses and panties than cotton undershorts and blue jeans." She is right of course. Maybe I do look a little like Gwyneth Paltrow. I am girlish but I don't swish like some fairy. Buster saw this in my long ago, tried to bring me out. Made me touch him in the shadows of the warehouse....

My next appointment with Dr. Santiago was the day before I was going to start work at the printing company. At her request I just wore my athletic support, sweats, and sneakers. "It's good to see you again, Phillip," she began as I sat down. "Have there been any changes since we talked last?" "Yes, I quit my job at the hardware store and will start working as a temp for a printing company tomorrow night. It involves mostly machine operation which shouldn't be too physically...

"I told you, give me a chance to finish and to explain everything. You're selling me short if you think you wouldn't pass as a woman! And to get to the point and cut the crap, the only real question is whether you've got any qualms about handling a guy and dealing with his cock. If you think you couldn't do it, well, that's a shame, because we could make a fortune. but if you can see the whole thing as just a business and a way to earn a living, give it a try! It's not so difficult to spend...

"Damn it all, I have the right to be me. I don't care what anyone else thinks." she grasped her narrow waist, ran her hands over her hips, "Lots of real girls wish they can look as good as I do right this second and I don't even have makeup on or a girdle or a padded bra or anything." Her smile became more confident as she turned to admire her small but shapely tush, so perky under he tight shorts. A frown. "Oh God! Suppose he doesn't like me this way! Suppose he thinks I'm just an arrogant...

This time the event had seemed almost business like. Sarah had virtually summoned him to the same parking lot and made it clear that he must be dressed and made up as Denise or face exposure as "the mystery girl". Her greeting had been abrupt, though the gleam in her eye was clearly lustful. She had led him on a brisk walk to the same path. Instead of womanly chit chat she had peppered him with advice to perfect his womanly walk and his voice. Denis had found his treatment humiliating, yet...

Oh the drive out to the mall I found myself looking at every girl we passed. but unlike the way I normally looked at girls, this time it was different. Instead of just admiring the pretty ones, I found myself studying them, checking out how their outfits worked together with their hair and make-up. Trying to imagine how they would look on me. I was amazed at how fast my mindset had changed. In just eighteen hours, I had gone from being shocked at the thought of wearing women's clothes, to...

"I have it all planned out for you. You will follow the terms of your contract for starters. Your change of face is just the beginning. Your body will experience some physical changes as well but with your new face, body and some training, I am going to help you transition successfully to a new life. You cannot have any contact with persons in your previous life. Not your parents, friends, NOBODY." Essentially you will always be in my care. sort of like witness protection. Your previous life...

Arn was more and more comfortable with the new androgynous role that he was falling into. The strappy sandals he wore had a thinker heel than he was used to. It was almost the low heel sort of thing that a junior high school girl might be allowed to wear to her first dance. to compensate for the heel he took shorter steps, placed one foot more in front of the other more than a boy would ordinarily. The studio was a large open space with art material at one end an photographic and lighting...

The welcome talk and the "win one for the Gipper" by upper class women really caught Annie's attention. For the moment she lost sight of what she had been and the struggles she and her mother had been through. She was caught up in the mystique of becoming, or at least giving the appearance of having become, a well bred, well trained young lady. The strolled the slate walks between the buildings that looked like a set for Masterpiece Theater. A tea was served on the lawn. The academic dean, a...

Late that afternoon Jimmy was summoned to Rita Ryker's office. Again he waited a log time before being ushered into her office. She paced the floor behind her desk. The afternoon sun streamed through the wall window highlighting her fiery hair, setting it aglow. Her knee length skirt stretched taut against round buttocks as she waked back and forth. He could see the backs of her legs reveailed through the skirt's real slit. "Sit down Jimmy, I've been thinking," she said, pacing, "about the...

The office staff, which was predominantly women, got used to his fem dress, the affectations, treated him as another woman. That's what he thought anyway. He remembered when he was first hired in at Ryker Financial Services, how few males worked there. He'd felt out of place. Now, he was glad the workforce was comprised of nearly all women. What if more men did work here? What if one of them came onto him? How would he handle that? Indeed, what would Rita Ryker think about him getting...

Tabby had sensed that under all his macho stridings Ivor was very very femme. He also sensed that the youth was aware of these needs.Ivor washed the windshield of the car that Tabby shared with Crystal. He stared at tabby who was in girl mode. Tabby drove the car to the air pump and took the gauge from the glove compartment. Getting out of the car was a deliberate and seductive act designed to transfix Ivor and bring him under control. Tabby squatted, thighs apart, giving ivor a steady view of...