Josie trembled as she twisted her lips free but Don still held her tightly. "There's a gate down there on the far walkway," Don whispered into her ear, his breath making her dangling earring dance against her neck. "Another kiss for luck and we'll stroll over. We'll have to stop as the other couples are doing. You ready for it?" Ready to kiss a man again and again? Josie wanted to scream that she couldn't but Don's mouth closed over hers again. She was lost as a girl once more, the drive and...

Michelle Waters stood with her arms about Christine's thin waist, laughing with her at the line of girls. With Wendy in the lead, they were doing a very ragged can-can. About the only thing they could do really well was to fling their skirts over their backs and show off their frilly, white panties, black stockings and black garter belts. "You should be in that group," gushed Michelle, letting her little skirt brush against Christine's, making the other girl gasp and shiver as she didn't...

Rachel could feel the eyes of all the men in the bar, and the few women as well, on her shapely, feminine body. She slid down in a seat, in her leather skirt, crossing her legs, her high-heeled boots making her feel very sexy, as if she was a real woman. But wild thoughts of discovery, discovery of the whole sorority as being a sorority of men, made her mind tremble. She imagined what these people would do to her if they discovered that beneath all her femininity, she was as male as any man in...

Trudi swished across the floor, trying to ignore the men staring at her, sly smiles on their faces. She wished she had the nerve to pour Al's drink over him. As she half expected, Al pulled her down into his lap and put a twenty dollar bill between his lips for her to take. It was after midnight. The men at this time did all kinds of things to tease the new pretty girlish waitress, who had to smile and pretend she enjoyed the attention she was getting. Jeff had explained it to her. They needed...

"Tell me what you are," said Max, repeating it constantly as Jill struggled and moaned at the words filling her reeling brain with the unlikeliest of ideas and concepts. He couldn't really think that she, Jill, a man like him, would really let him make love to her. She couldn't, not if every man she'd dance with at the ball, turned out to be a woman, in fact! "Please say it," murmured Max gently, caressing her hair again, her arms and slender, corseted waist. "You are a girl tonight, aren't...

We exited and drove back towards my place. Part way there he asked me if I’d like to stop in a nice place to look at the moon before we headed back. We both had an early day tomorrow and unfortunately the night would need to end sooner rather than later. I said, sure as we drove with Shaun still exploring my stocking covered knees, but working his hand higher than ever. When we stopped I reapplied my peach colored lipstick and gloss. As I was saying what a beautiful spot and how nice the...

"Yes May. Can I do anything for you?" I said. "I've just been wondering?" she said. "What?" "These girls that beat you up? Both of them called you Nancy. How come? Had you met them before when you were going by that name?" I was speechless for a second, but Elaine stepped in. "No May," she laughed. "It's a figure of speech we Brits use. They didn't say his name,was Nancy. They used a figure of speech. Actually, called him a 'Nancy boy'." "A Nancy boy? Never heard that expression." May said...

Chapter-4 Well, he wanted to be a schoolgirl. “So, all along it was you that wanted to be the schoolgirl,” I stated. “N-No, I-I just wanted to see what it was like. It was only this once, honest, He foolishly lied. “Well, if you want to see what it’s like to be a schoolgirl I can go along with that,” I said, trying my hardest not to show my disgusting contempt. “So, first, if you want to really be a schoolgirl, all that have has to go,” I declared, and proceeded to apply extra strength Nair to...

"You work for me now. There may be visitors come by and I'll want you neatly dressed at all times. Most certainly I don't want to ever see you in these pajamas and that robe you wore earlier on. And? if you have any scruffy outerwear of the same type, I don't want to see that either. Understood?" He licked his lips nervously. "But Ms. Evans? My clothes weren't that good quality even when I bought them new. They're kinda used looking now" "Jack? There's TONS of clothes available to you. Just...

The night before my final appointment at the salon I had the strangest dream. A stout woman was standing over me with a very stern look on her face. “I am now your guardian. Your parents are dead and I am now in charge of your up bringing. I will prepare you for school that starts Monday,” This woman took me to a beauty parlor where my finger and toenails were painted pink, my ears were pierced and little gold hearts were installed in the lobes. Back home the next morning she dressed me in...

The Cytherea Coterie traces its roots back to the turn of the last century and women's suffrage. That from the beginning its ranks contained a significant number of lesbians was no accident. Back then women needed men, those same men who largely dominated society and established its dictates. It was a loose coalition of like-minded women at first. By today's standards these early feminists would hardly raise an eyebrow. However that quickly changed over the years. It was taught by a select few...

"Speaking of kinky," she said picking a pair of black panties from the pile of underwear and holding them out by finger and thumb. "I want you to wear these Monday.""Marisa, that's crazy!" He challenged her stare."No, it's not crazy. I think you have a panty fetish and...""No, I don't.""Stop denying the obvious, Steve. Besides, there's no harm. I like the idea of you wearing my panties. When I caught you sniffing them it turned me on . I don't know why so dont' ask. Maybe we're a little kinky,...

How did Raven know so much about men who wanted to explore their own femininity? Raven had always known. Her brother was that way and she helped him achieve his feminine goals. Today her brother was a happy man, was married to an understanding woman. Their marriage was open, and her brother's wife was free to engage in extramarital affairs. She always came back to her fem hubby. The two of them were very happy.Raven could recommend Dr. Kerry Ashburn, a sexual therapist. Who was knowledgeable...

She looked at me, her eyes sparkling from excitement and mis- chief, “Come here maid and be quick about it!” “Yes Madam,” I said feeling that the Mistress/maid syndrome was back in the air. I fast approached her. “Kneel in front of me!” I awkwardly did it feeling a bit puzzled, as my submissive genes started kicking in. That wasn’t Pam’s style. She never had asked me before to kneel in front of her. “Are you a servant Nikki? Do you really like being one?” “Yes Madam, you know that I like...

A jolt went through me like an electric current. Did I just hear that? Was she asking me to buy a housekeeping uniform? She even mentioned a dress. I felt weak at the thought. She clearly understood that her words had made an extreme impression as she continued. "Before you react either positively or negatively, let me add this. Starting Monday you will be staying home, cleaning, cooking, doing laundry and all sorts of other mundane chores. Knowing you, you would have ended up in a skirt...