"We take the dregs of society," I had heard her saying often to those she escorted through the Dollhouse, the men so interested in how docile and tractable we would be without her or My Lord and Master there to terrify us, not knowing that she, like all the mothers and Bosom Companions had once been dolls like all of us they were admiring in our femininity, "and from that dross, we spin gold. I have asked Lords like you repeatedly over the years what you wish for in a companion and all of your...

"I do want to be your daughter!" "And you want to learn how to be the best woman ever, don"t you, Sweetheart?" she prompted. In spite of himself, Mike nodded, his tenuous masculinity dissolving completely to the overpowering need to be loved. "Please, teach me to be a good girl! Teach me to be a good wife to Maurice! Teach me to be the woman that he can be proud of, one in whose company he can hold his head high! Teach me how to please him! Teach me to be his wife! Oh God! I don't even know...

An extroverted boy appears on Youtube cavorting about to the music on the stereo. His stepparents encourage his interest in performing. He finds he loves femininity as well as performing. Growing up he gets small parts in plays and commercials but due to his short stature he gets no leading roles and is turned down for a part in a musical by the director who comments, He sings like a girl. Eventually he gets a contract job offer to sing and dance in a drag revue in a Vegas nightclub. He begins...

Theresa looked at herself in the mirror. She really liked what she saw, A beautiful made up face framed by chestnut colored hair that reached just below her ears. Her dress was black, tight and reached to her knees, Her small, but firm breasts showed off a cleavage she had worked hard to get. Her finger and toe nails were painted deep red and on her feet she had open-toed black shoes with 3 inch heels. She wore a golden necklace, golden clip-on earrings, a golden bracelet and a gold watch. She...

The story is a fictional account of the real-life adventures of my Vanity Club sisters Gina Stone and Katie Hightower and the-late Cynthia Decker and their lives as female impersonators.

I sat down and she made up my eyes with grey eye shadow and black eyeliner followed by long black false eyelashes. After applying red rouge to my cheeks she filled in my lips with a generous amount of fire engine red lipstick. A shoulder length black wig was next. She pinned the lacey maid�s cap at the top and then clipped six inch long earrings to each earlobe. A set of matching fire engine red press on nails was last. I sat transfixed looking at the pretty French Maid in the mirror as she...

An out of work actor is trying to make it big, supported by his hard-working girlfriend. She�s furious when she discovers he�s been screwing every actor he can, during the day. When she tells her best friend, a Broadway producer, her friend suggests the perfect revenge. She creates the part of a maid in her new play, and auditions her boyfriend. He refuses the part until his girlfriend tells him, either take the part or she�s throwing him out. Her friend informs him that she believes the only...

A sequel to Perfecting the Art... A gay young man, who has been sitting on the fence of what gender to present to the world is sent to Boston for "polishing". The breeze stirred my skirt once more, a more intense and longer lasting gust than when I first emerged from the apartment lobby and out into the as Rochelle. My skirt was lifted above my knees but somehow my freehand was able to hold it down as the gust subsided. To my vexation a few men stared at the spectacle. It also appeared that I...

It was necessary, given the occasion, to be male. However because of my predilection for femininity and knowing that I could definitely enjoy so called "both worlds", I spent most of my time as my familiar cornered me to name myself, Tina Marsh. Sure before returning home, under a number of names when they took the time to ask for one, I had a number of adventures as a woman. But they were almost always recreational... and you know what I mean buy that. I did not forget about my Tim. He was a...

When Sarah asked how young I thought she looked I said, "I really wasn't' sure, so I asked Toni and her two girls to write down how old they thought she looked." Taking out three pieces of paper I put the down on the table and let Sarah read them. One things she looks thirteen, and two actually things she looks twelve? I don't believe it," she exclaimed. "The problem is you're having is you remember what she used to look like, and how old she used to be. Frankly I'd though somewhere around...

Continued objections on my part would do no good, and so I stayed dressed as I was, in her lingerie and dress. So she had me get up and showed me how to properly walk in high heels and how to properly maneuver in a long satin dress and had me practice until she though I had it right. She told me how to hold the folds of the dress to maneuver the long skirts and to walk in heels, one foot in front of the other, swaying from the hips. It was humiliating, though like everything else feminine,...

"You will be given a schedule of your duties as well as what uniform, wig, and makeup schemes to wear. Whether you are on duty or not you must always present a most feminine appearance and of course you must act accordingly. A sissy maid's deportment must be very proper, just like they taught you at Amazonia. You must always behave in a mincing, effeminate and coquettish manner." "Check your appearance in the mirror before beginning work, or before I take you to the doctor for your shots, the...

"What's wrong?" he asked with apprehension. Without replying, she spun him on the vanity stool so that he could see himself in her mirror. He saw a very pretty young girl staring back at him. He started in nervous surprise and embarrassment, then realized that the pretty young girl was himself! It had been ages since Connie had looked at himself in a mirror, especially not since he had been dressed as a girl by his doting parents. "Hey, that's me!" he exclaimed with amazement. "It most...

I stood in front of the mirror but it must have been angled as I couldn't see myself. I moved slowly in the mincing step I was trying to make and so did the pretty, blonde-haired girl in the mirror. I looked behind me to see where she was and then I looked back only to see Andrea's hand clutching the girl's. It hit me in a rush, then, well, a panic was more like it, 'she', the gorgeous shapely blonde in the mirror was me, David Evans."What, what have you done to me?" I croaked as I shuddered...

Even with no makeup I saw myself reflected as wholesome teenage girl, a little boyish perhaps, but unquestionably a girl, and an attractive girl for all that. I finished dressing under Mother's gentle supervision. She seemed to read my mind as she spoke. "Shellie, sweets, this may seem awkward to you but most girls really don't mind changing in front of their mother." I nodded even as I realized that if I were to live as a girl there would be situations that would challenge me, cause me...

A BEGINNER�S GUIDE TO CROSSDRESSING! A Non-fiction, how-to book bringing you lots of helpful how-to information. Learn to look your best, your most feminine. If it is your wish and desire to become the woman you are meant to be, Tricks of the Trade is the book for you. Whether it be full-time, frequently, rarely, or even just in your thoughts, Carollyn Olson will plot the course and get you on your way. You will likely discover aspects of...