"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...

That damned collar around my neck chaffed! Not only that, the woman who was pulling me along now was none too gentle. "What's you're name again?" she asked over her shoulder as she led me along. "Tom," I said. "Don't be so fucking ridiculous! That's a man's name! What's your real name?" "Tom. Honest. You see, I'm just doing this because..." "Blah fucking blah! I'll ask you one more time! If I don't get a sensible answer this time, it'll be the worse for you. Now - what IS it!" "They've been...

I couldn't believe the stinging pain of the first slap! Gasped, and tried to stop the whimper that rose in my throat. But it was no good. By the third hit I was crying and by the time I'd had my full spanking, I was weeping uncontrollably. "I'm sorrrrry!" I wailed when she let me up. "No Dennis. Not enough. I've asked you and asked you to try and behave properly. I thought the panties were working, but obviously you need a much stronger reminder. Get your clothes off, please?" Less than five...

The next time I got my refill of pills and another shot, I asked about the change in my skin texture and the sensitivity around my nipple area. The pharmacist just grinned and said "different people have different results, don't worry about it, you will be fine." I left it at that. Both the doctor and the pharmacist were professional women and if you couldn't trust them, who could you trust? In addition, my visits to the hair removal solon were shorter. The women were always...

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...

Maid Permanent Chapter-1 A Typical Story It's a typical story, one so many women have feeling trapped in a dead end office job with no way out. Well, that wasn't going to be me. So I married Bill, my boss, I wasn't in love with him but I simply was desperate. Stuck as a secretary, going nowhere, in an office where I was constantly hit on grew to dread each day I went to work. I developed a true hate of men and their constant groping and he wasn't any better than the rest of them. So we...

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...

It may sound strange but I found myself enjoying "being a girl". Unlike the Broadway show tune, I wasn't a real girl of course, just a hormonally created sissy who appeared top be a girl. Perhaps my love of my new found femininity was part of my seduction.Nevertheless I wondered if I was ever going to be able to return to the life of a male once this charade was over and I got my share of the money. I guess I was just going to have to stick in out and hope for the best. ...

"Oh mommy," Kimberly gushed with true excitement. "Look at us! We're just the same. Keith looks just like me. He looks like a real girl!" Keith just hung his pretty head without making a comment. All the fears and humiliation he'd suffered the past Saturday during his initial stint in a dress came back with full force. All fight to resist his sissification melted. Mrs. Carson noted that his more subdued mannerly self had returned  almost the instant he had been put back into a dress....

"All right Jimmy dear. I see that you still think you can be in charge. Let's put an end to that idea right now," said Christine. Jimmy felt a chill race down his spine as she said this. Christine pointed to the floor. "Get down on your hands and knees and kiss my toes. Then, after you do that, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that girls are superior to boys." Just hearing this made Jimmy feel queasy. The idea of submission wasn't something that had ever made him comfortable -...

"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...

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...