"Arnold just do as I say or this will be our only date. I hope I am making myself clear." "Yes, Addie, of course." Rather than being offended or reacting like a macho jerk, he brightened up at being ordered about by his transgirl date. "Now that's a good boy." I ran my hand along the inside of his thigh and rested it for a minute on his fly. Trying the role of what used to be called a cock-tease, I slid my hand away and leaned back against the seat until I was sure he was looking at me. Then I...

"I... I really don't think th... that I can g... go through w... with this!" the stammer in Nancy's voice was worse than ever. Jill frowned crossly, thinking of the hours that she'd invested in that voice, not only in getting rid of the stammer but in the tedious repetitions and exercises that she had given Nancy a well modulated, high pitched feminine voice. But at least the voice was right and the stammer was no giveaway to her true sex.

Stephanie was shivering with fear as she entered the ballroom. She was sure that everybody would notice that she was a boy and not a girl. But nothing happened. She was accepted as one of the girls. She had been to the ball once before as a boy and he had learned to dance as a boy, but this time someone would come up and ask her to dance, and she had to dance like a girl. She didn't know how to do that was sure she would fall dead on the floor if that happened. It took a while before a boy...

Like most transvestites and transsexuals, I should have been prepared for being outed. I had spent my whole life on the edge of being discovered and that is exactly what happened to me. The consequences weren't as dire as what was going to happen to me in court, however, where I would appear as Nicole and yet I would be charged as Philip Moore. "So how did you get into this line of work?" the men who danced with me would ask. Many of them, I was certain, were closet transvestites as I once had...

Becky slipped off her dress, letting it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Her underthings were all black except for her white petti which she removed as smoothly as she had her dress. The black long line bra was padded enough to push her tiny breasts up creating an effect that required no falsies. Black silky full coverage panties were unadorned but for the tiny picot loops at the leg bands. The outline of her garter belt showed through the not quite opaque fabric. The black, elastic...

She swiveled around on her stool so that she was now facing me. Arranged her lingerie around her very meticulously while staring me in the eye, just a hint of condescension on her face now. "Seems to me that this is the critical point now John. You can leave if you want. As your male clothes have been taken away, I'd strongly suggest that you take what they leave you - it may take some time and I'ds imagine that you need something to change into. Your checkbook is left, but they've destroyed...

My mind began racing as if in fulfillment of my secret fantasy. My hair! Well shorter styles were becoming not only acceptable but even popular among girls and younger women. I could just put a barrette in each side of my hair to give the illusion that my hair was pushed back behind my ears. As I sat in my room, I fingered my hair imagining the effect. Going into the bathroom, I took two of Mother's hair-clips, pushed my longish hair and smiled at the very believable effect I had so easily...

Blushing furiously now, I had put her clothes into the areas she'd indicated. while she stood by and watched. I won't say that she gloated - but there was a decided air of satisfaction as she dismissed me, saying that she was very pleased with me. I didn't care, I was still the only man in the house, but doing a few of the tasks that rightly belong to the maid, diminishes one. Though in all honesty, both Hortense and Emily seemed friendlier toward me. There never had been a great deal of...

Life with a Princess: Mitson works for a domineering woman in all all woman office. She has sized him up as a potential sissy and therefore marriage material for her daughter, Princess. Mitson is soon being called Missy and his new wife starts changing his role and wardrobe. Missy would be a great name for an office girl, wouldn't it? Power, Power, Who's Got The Power?: A wife hires Mary to consult about her marriage and she hires to Rene take the husband in hand, changing him into a sweet,...

It's now noticeable that their hair is nicer, as mine has become and I again make a short stint on the second team. Then because it is recognized that there is a need for the cheering of our girl athletes, I am shown off in my cheerleader costume, lipstick and all. So here I am, in all my girlish glory, waving my pompoms and shaking my backside in true cheerleader fashion. At this point I am blushing a fiery red as the audience cheers even louder. My fellow cheerleaders and I bounce and shake...

The incident with the person that Mitchell had insisted was a phony cop on Sunday had left her with a creepy feeling. She knew she had the natural gifts to pass as a boy or a girl. Maddie was undeniably more comfortable in what she considered her true nature, that of a girl with "something" extra. She was convinced that the cop was dangerous and wouldn't hesitate to harm her. An arrest for being dressed in the clothing of the opposite sex as a distinct and unpleasant possibility. Most cops...

"Hello, Meghan," She said, "What's a girl like you doing in a nice place like this?" "What?" Meghan said in question, turning to face Reed. "I don't know you." Reed smiled and shifted in the chair. "Well, I know you. Otherwise, how could I have called your name?" By that time Meghan was curious so she moved closer. All she saw was a young student, corduroy slacks slightly soiled, wool Mackinaw shirt, scuffed boots and a French beret. "Well, guy," she said finally. "You have me at a...

From Rita... They both cackled as I stood completely naked when Melanie got back to me. Then I stepped into the panties, and stood shivering although it wasn't cold as she fastened me into a bra. "I think that yellow satin with white lace looks nice on him - don't you think?" She asked as she fascinated me in. "Cute?" Rita sniffed from out of a magazine she had picked up. "Just make sure that you pad the bra cups pretty full!" "How come?" Melanie asked, curious. "Well nobody's going to take...

It hadn't taken Bobbi long to establish what our new relationship was to be. The morning after my 'demotion' I discovered that she expected me to run her bath, look our her clothes, help her dress - and become totally responsible for the upkeep of her clothes and person. I accepted this, somewhat unwillingly, but feeling that it was much too soon to be disobeying my sister's orders, I went along with Bobbi's demands. As I said she would occasionally join Elsa and me in the lounge at night...

You've Got Male - it all started innocently enough, for years I had been afraid to come out of my crossdresser's closet. That was about to change. Loving Change - how was it possible? Yesterday I had been a boy, a feminine boy with a love of dresses and makeup, yes, but today? Something had changed! Third Kiss - Michael is granted a third kiss by a mysterious woman and nothing is ever the same. ...

He opened his robe and had his suspicions confirmed, he was wearing a panty and a bra. He lifted is head to watch himself in the mirror. What he saw came as a shock, he looked just like Jack's wife, Margaret. "What have you done to me? Why have you given me the looks of your wife?" "That's a long story. For now we just settle with the fact that from now on you are she. Period. That's the way it's going to be from now on." "Where is Margaret?" "In this room. YOu see, you are Margaret. You will...