“Let’s head down to breakfast in the dorm cafeteriaDanny. But first we can’t wear the clothes we slept in, we need fresh stuff.” “I’ll go to my room to change and meet you there, or we can walk to my dorm room together.” “No need for that, here.” Emma handed me a pair of her stretchy yoga pants. We were about the same size in our bottom half, and these were a size four. I knew they’d fit, don’t ask me how but I knew they would. They’re the same size as my sister Madison’s jean and pants size....

"Exactly! And to be quite honest, I think that if you could remain subservient to her, she might like the idea enough to have you stay on." "I see what you are saying," I said, "but I don't want to sound suspicious, but why are you being so nice to me?" She shook her head vigorously. "You've got it all wrong. Susie's not only my employer, she the best friend I ever had. She's got the makings of being a very successful writer, but in my opinion has terrible hangups as far as you're concerned....

She put a finger under my chin and lifted my face up until she was looking straight into my eyes. "Charles? You and I are going into my closet. We are going to find clothes that may be of use to you. I expect no more nonsense. As a matter of fact? I want to see you in a skirt and blouse tomorrow morning - and a fresh apron of course - at breakfast. Do you understand me? If you have a problem with that request, I suggest you tell me about it, right now. Do you have a problem?" "I don't have to...

"I think Andrew's a lovely name, don't you Dorothy?" Mary said - and I started to cringe, having a premonition of what was coming. Wanted to shut her up, but held as I was in a vice like grip by her side, I could only pray I was wrong. Mummy looked puzzled. "Of course I like it Mary - I picked it after all. What on earth are you talking about?" "Edith told me that some of the ladies at his office are calling him Andrea. I told her that they shouldn't. Andrea's a girls name - and he's a boy!"...

She was speaking. "Now Billy? You have really lovely hands. Nice and plump and soft, but you're not showing them off to best advantage. Girls the same age as you are already way ahead of you in nail care. Now that you're knitting - and especially one I teach you to sew, you'll be dealing with much nicer and finer fabrics - I mean you wouldn't want to be snagging your nails on your nylons would you?" Sewing? Nylons? What was she talking about? But I couldn't think. Was completely lost,...

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Mona told me, "I certainly don't want to feel like I'm forcing you to wear a nightgown! I'm just trying to help you out within the confines that you put upon us." "Oh no Mona, please," I replied, being expertly manipulated again. I could only think to answer, "I actually like the nightgown - it's just hard to admit to a woman, or I wouldn't be wearing it. I just feel silly and embarrassed wearing it in front of you." My thought processes had really slowed and I was having trouble thinking my...

Mona kept me fairly busy most of that morning and kept finding reasons for me to walk and bend, which in heels would have been tiring in itself, but as I had to move pressing my thighs together, would have eventually exhausted me. However, since I was taped and that was holding me in, I did not have to exert the same effort as I might have otherwise. Mona had no idea I was taped in place and was betting that something would fall out and embarrass me and lead me to beg to exchange my pants for...

As I lay on the examining table, the implants were inserted. When that was finished I was moved to a more comfortable operating table - actually more like a dental chair than a table. With the move I started to get quite dizzy and a bit nauseous, which subsided as soon as I sat down again. But it foreshadowed things to come, all well planned by Aunt Mona. My face was injected with the local anesthetic which was given time to work and then Doctor Michele begun to change my face. I felt no pain,...

Mona then looked at me and I know I had to answer. Although we had played this game before, with all the new feminine experiences of the day I was a bit in shock, especially after being told this was going to continue indefinitely. All I could manage was, "I don't know what to say..." But Mona finished for me, "You're just so appreciative and happy you are at a loss for words. How nice! Why I can see that you are almost crying you are so happy!" Then she came over and gave me a big hug and I ,...

"Do you really want to remain a girl forever, under Mona's care and protection?" Mary asked. I almost did, I thought, it was such a sensual state. With Mary's recent go ahead, I was beginning to truly love everything about it, my new body, my clothes, my activities, my friends and most of all my safety and protection with few, if any, reservations. But Mary continued, "Because if you do, Mona's plans for the next step in your evolution will be the removal of this," she pointed down to my...

As promised, Mrs. Hanover helped with my return to being a man ond once back to my natural or almost natural state, my girl self left the company and my boy self was given that job. I was presented as my own twin brother and no one was the least bit suspicious, or if they were, they said nothing. In any case either as a girl or a boy most of the staff were far happier with me than they had been with Robin. I "instantly" fell in love with Mary and we were soon married, destined to raise a...

I was praised for my makeup and my hair while all the ladies helped me with the right intonations with my voice, fully accepting Rose's explanation that I wanted them to do that! They seemed to delight in saying the most awfully girlish things to one another, making limp wrist actions too, which I had to do, just like them. I think I cried most nights, maybe it was every night. I told Rose that they all knew I was a boy. Rose assured me that not one of them did. Not ever my mother knew what...

I think I looked my best as I swayed fearfully in my high heels, letting Gord put his arm about me, to lead me into the ball. Funny, but there was a red carpet all the way in. We had to stop and talk to someone with a shoulder-held camera. Then, I had to step gracefully, femininely, away from Gord and show off my dress, smiling all the time. I could hear Rose's voice, telling me to think girlish thoughts, as another man began to take pictures of me. No, they didn't want pictures if Gord,...