Eric had shaved, was partially dressed and was sporting subtle pink lipstick, matching eye-shadow and nails. Eric slipped into his dress and slid on his sandals and after a few adjustments was once again Keri. "You look just like a young lady ready for a beautiful summer day," Melissa giggles, admiring her work. "You must have been practicing. Your're walking and acting so girlish. Wait'til JoAn and Lisah see you."

In my opinion, my introduction to wearing the lingerie created a major fissure in any remaining masculinity I had. It can be argued that the use of perfume could have been explained away as evidence of a man's cologne but what Dorothy had made for Lunn and myself now was far too pretty to come even close to a man's product. Ane? Women generally have a much more acute sense of smell than men do. There was no fooling them - not a chance. The use of the scent may be perceived as a much lesser...

I felt spasms of delight watching him as, dominated, he was taught how to put rollers in his hair, though he ended up with only three, one at the back and sides. Subdued now, he didn't protest when she applied the lotion from a squeeze bottle to the hair in the rollers. He did flinch a little as she wrapped his hair in a chiffon scarf, before putting the hood of a portable dryer over his head, and turning it on.He started licking his lips nervously when she brought out her manicuring tools. "I...

"Now remember I told you of my business partner who died? What I didn't tell you is that she was murdered by a woman released, in error probably, from an asylum. This was all made possible by another woman who is an accessory to murder. I want to go and get the two of them and bring them back to the States for trial. It's going to be expensive and there is some risk. I know where to go and, your mom and I discussed this, it would be well to act like tourists; a cruise, stay on a remote...

I was mortified! What made it worse was the fact that the girls weren't being mean or scornful. Nothing like that. They were genuinely trying to help me turn myself into a female - in looks and dress anyway. They figured that was what I really wanted. But what they couldn't see was that I had serious difficulty with this. It wasn't that the idea of dressing didn't appeal to me - it did. But in FRONT of them? Oh grief! I started to stammer. "Girls? Please? I don't...""Just HUSH!" Reen said...

... Geraldine whispered to her. "Does it excite you to dance with a girl?" She let her hand drop on Nicole's shoulder, fingers pressing to turn the younger girl toward her.Nicole's voice was hoarse with a growing feeling. "Yes, several times. I like the way you hold me." She responded to Geraldine's insistent pull and slid on the seat a little closer. The sat belt stopped her but she wasn't annoyed."We seem to fit together, hand in glove, like." She next touched Nicole's lips with her finger...

I knew immediately that there was no sense in struggling. Knew that she was straonger than me. On top of that, I felt that I would show a disrespect for my new sister-in-law if I objected. Found myself slipping helplessly into her arms."My turn! My turn!" Carol was saying and, still breathless, I was floated from Sylvia to Carol, very conscious of my woman's shape on the water as I transfered from one set of tanned arms to another, my own soft pale arms looking weak and womanish. My breasts...

I and the other girls hadn't much to do afterwards and neither Emily nor Betty seemed to have the inclination to do anything but watch Tiffany and Dorothy as they gradually took me over. When Gloria and Jan came in later that afternoon, I pleaded with them silently from my chair as the other two girls had just finished making me up. The guys simply could not believe that the pretty young thing in polka dot dress and white blouse - nor in my lightly, but thoroughly made up face - was the young...

The bathroom mirror confirmed my hopes. I now knew I had the right facial bones and features along with the slender figure... without being a freak on display. I would be a real girl, albeit a girl with a "difference", pursuing the lifestyle of a beautiful, glamorously sophisticated, powerful, successful woman. I fantasized this version of 'me' would have a succession of lovers but I was not at all certain if my lovers would be women, men or an undreamed of combination.I knew this to be an...

That woman! She just loved to tease him. I think at times, even Wendy was scandalized at what she'd make him do. Once she had him take off his shoes - then made him step into a pair of lacy pink satin panties - and pull them up over his outer clothes. Then he had to get fastened into a matching bra - again over his outer clothes. After she had padded his bra, she led him through the store to where Amy and I were sitting enjoying complimentary cokes. I couldn't help it - couldn't stop giggling...

She stared at me for a few seconds - then burst out laughing! "You're not a man, silly You're a pretty little sissy wearing pretty little baby doll pajamas. Stay here with me long enough? I might teach you how to be a lesbian sissy - but tonight? You even think of putting a move on me? I'll put you over my knees and give you a damn good spanking. Now, get your ass into bed Michelle!"Her words may have sounded cruel, but they were said with amused mockery combined with a little real affection....

Now it was time for the dress. Mona took out a red knee-length dress with a tight waist, full skirt, elbow length sleeves and a v-shaped front that showed off Sam's new breasts to their full advantage. She hung a necklace around his neck, clip-on earrings in his ears, a bracelet on his right wrist, a female watch on his left and a few rings o his fingers. Only one thing was left now, and that was the wig. Sam was told to sit down again facing away from the mirror. Mona took out a blonde...

Then, Wendy (that is to say Glen) paused. "Mom, somehow, right now, I actually feel completely female. Maybe even feeling complete being female? Does it scare me? Should it scare me? I dunno. Am I gonna stop and change my mind? I don't want to. "These past couple of weeks have been amazing for me as I've been able to be someone else, playing it straight. I need to do this. I want to do this, if only to be an example for a night. I'm doing it as much as I can only to be perfect because I'm able...

She gave me an appraising glance. "You're becoming very pretty dear. Now hurry to the door - and don't forget. I want you to be an especially good girl tonight! Let my guests see that you're nice and domesticated! Just like all husbands should be!" She eyed me a little. "Though I'm getting less and less sure of the 'husband' part of it. Off with you now!"The references to my gender were becoming more and more numerous, and more and more feminine-related, I thought, hurrying to answer the door....

"So? I have a lot of brainwashing to get through to help you accept a lifestyle that I'm sure you're unaccustomed to - but I'm sure that you'll end up loving." "A lifestyle?" I gulped. "Of course! I like my boys to be all soft and sweet. Wearing pretty clothes. be undemanding - do as I want in other words." "I don't know as if I'd like that - not very much," I said, adding the last bit hastily. She had picked me up and was carrying me into her bedroom, talking as she went. "Of course you...

The dresses that were fitted to us were all similar - sleazy scarlet with a built in uplift that thrust our breasts out - and a huge bow at the back, right above the backside. I learned that when I walked to wiggle that bow from side to side in a most provocative manner. It turned out that the fittings were to ensure that all of us had exactly the same about of freedom in our walking - damn little to tell the truth - but when I was trying mine out, I must admit that I giggled at all the...