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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...

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.

Clare was suppose to be at work. She caught me red-handed and red-faced. I was sitting up, leaning against the headboard. I had a pair of panties, the red silk ones. I'd retrieved them from the clothes hamper in the bathroom. She'd worn them the day before and they were redolent with her intimate womanly scent. The red silk panties were one of my favorite pair, the material a little thicker, the waist-band and legs trimmed in pink lace, the shape between that of a French cut and full cut. On...

Bonnie had gone out that very next day and bought herself a red dress. She looked so much like the movie star. Well almost.Martin had worshipped his wife's feet that night. It was the beginning. She had dipped her stocking toes in his glass of champagne and he had sucked them.It made Bonnie squirm with pleasure and power. She told him so and admonished him for not sharing his secrets sooner. All those wasted years.If course there were more secrets - eventually he told her. She told him of some...

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...

Clare was suppose to be at work. She caught me red-handed and red-faced. I was sitting up, leaning against the headboard. I had a pair’ of panties, the red silk ones. I’'d retrieved them from the clothes hamper in the bathroom. She'’d worn them the day before and they were redolent with her intimate womanly scent. The red silk panties were one of my favorite pair, the material a little thicker, the waist-band and legs trimmed in pink lace, the shape between that of a French cut and...

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...

His pulse races and he feels feverish, doesn't know why. Yet he is aware of a vague atmosphere of excitement. She looks into the bathroom and his eyes follow hers. Oh the tile floor, near the commode, is a pair of pantyhose and shiny gray panties. His throat is dry and he wants to speak but doesn't know what to say. Meredith leans down, busses his cheek, the touch feathery, tickling his skin. "I'm meeting clients this evening, take a shower and get changed." ...

"In a way her misguided marriage to that pompous fool turned out to be a good thing for you."  "Really?" I say, watching as she crosses her leg, starts one bare foot swinging back and forth. Allegra's rather large feet compliment her height and robust figure. "You're so different than that man. I think that's why she married you. You're shy and unassuming, don't mind staying at home while she's out making her fortune. You are just what she needs, a man she can come home to, someone to...

Looking back I should have realized months ago what was going on and voiced objections or stopped this business before it got out of hand. I did not and this new relationship between Ariel and me is nearly a year old. How I was maneuvered into this position is clear to me now, but it seems there is little to be done.

Ron, a shy young man, ends up working for the beautifully polished Ms. Liz Forrester as her personal assistant. Her business is placing qualified women in executive positions and is quite lucrative and staffed entirely, until now that is, by women. It is curious that she has chosen Ron to be her PA and break that tradition, but she apparently has plans for him. It begins with a weight reduction program and a wardrobe make over so he can also present a "polished" look to her clients. ...