"Stop your bitching and do as you're told," she snapped sternly, reminding me of my place within this soap opera. I was the low man - or low something - on the totem pole. I could expect to be treated nicely on occasion, such as last night, only she reminded me that whatever luxuries I could expect were up to them. They would decide if I should be happy or miserable and it was not up to me to question their motives. She reminded me that I was their property to do with as they pleased."Fine," I...

My chest as started to show some flabbiness and I add a few extra laps to try and arrest the condition. I'm not feeling as invigorated as I used to and I've made a mental note to see a local doctor. Maybe I'm coming down with something new. I do not want a repeat of the sick period I went through in the fall. That night as I went to bed, the taste of her unusual tea seemed to linger in my mouth. Mrs. McHugh introduced me to her 'special brew' when I first arrived. Hearing about my health...

"Why do you need to put makeup on my face. To humiliate me?""No, I don't intend humiliating you; it's just to stop you from making a run for it. I don't think you would run out into the street without clothes, but I can't be sure. People act irrationally when they panic, but I'm sure you wouldn't run out wearing full makeup as well.""What, just makeup Not any women's clothes or anything?" Andy asked cautiously."No, that would defeat the purpose. You might try to escape if you were disguised as...

Christine Jorgensen, the American who went to Sweden as a man and returned to America as a woman announced her sex change operation in 1953. Robert was only 5 years old at the time.Few people had even heard the word transsexual. The only explanation Chritine could give American journalists was to say she had been "... a woman in a man's body."Yet even this simple idea was difficult for most Americans to understand. "Boys have a penis, and girls have a vagina. It's as simple as that, " most...

I'm starting to have difficulty remembering who I am. It seems like I was born in high heels. Just the other day I took a step out of the shower and my slipper fell off accidentally, causing a loud screech to escape my mouth when I came down flat-footed. I couldn't believe the agony till the shoe was back on. Fortunately Mrs. Castro hadn't heard my outburst or I definitely would have paid. The silence code here is absolute. The mirrored walls are a constant reminder of my growing femininity....

When everyone had left the ward, Dr. Sinclair moved the screens in place between the beds, and drew the drapes over the windows. Sitting on the end of the bed, he said. "As I indicated last night, you caused quite a stir in surgery when you were brought in.""I can just imagine.""Your physical form is something of a departure from what one usually observes, if I may say so." He paused. I diagnosed your unusual physical attributes as a defect at birth. I myself have spent quite some time...

The transformation took place within the span of a bright flash of light. It stung like a high-voltage electric shock, but no pain lingered. Nothing was left of Bill except memory; even his eyeglasses were gone. The image that Bill had grown up with was replaced in an instant with that of a fabulously gorgeous Middle Eastern woman, whose light bronze complexion was soft and flawless. Her eyes were bright emerald green, and her long dark hair glistened with golden overtones. Her muscles were...

Whether intended or not, Monique was the quintessential French Maid. Aunt Catherine outlined the rules of the household. The next two months would be spent becoming Sarah, learning all the mannerisms and ways of womanhood. Monique would be his mentor and he was to obey her as he would Aunt Catherine. James was stunned into silence by shock. He was very frightened, aware of just how helpless he was in the hands of these two women. Despite the apparent changes to his body, he still didn't...

When they presented the shy, uncertain lad for approval, Aunt Lydia clapped her hands together with delight. "Ashton you look simply divine!" she gushed enthusiastically. "If I didn't know you were a boy, I'd never in a million yers dream you were anything but a pretty girl!"Since they had not allowed him a glimpse of their handiwork, Ashton blushed profusely and shivered with trepidation at the unexpected compliment which he wasn't sure was a compliment. He was anxious to see what he looked...

"I still need you Kenny," Klaus told me. "Care to sign another contract?""As what, an elf?" I asked."You were always an elf as Santa," he replied. "Instead of being 'head elf', how about being the second in command?""Head toy maker?" I asked curiously."No, thanks to the work of the hormones you are too feminine for that. I was thinking that if we remove your beard and put you into the right costume, you could make a passable Kyra. All we have to do is adjust the roles and you could still do...

"Each time she stays a little longer, right?" Sully looked for agreement from Brad's face before continuing, "The first time was an accident, some freak synchronicity between the two of you. Certainly, she's amazed as you. The second time, she sees the potential, meets the little wife, discovers that she doesn't have to spend her life as a bimbo. Now, she sees it was no accident. This time she says, 'you're as as good as gone.' ""You've got to help me Sully!""Find out what is driving her, the...

Carl woke up for good several days later, wondering where he was, trying to convince himself that the memories that were gradually seeping into his head were part of some long nightmare, but afraid to open his eyes and confirm reality. His face hurt, his chest hurt, his hips hurt. Something was stuck to his arm, and, slowly, he recognized the pressure of the catheter tubing running into him. He heard voices coming from somewhere close by - no not voices, more like panting and moaning, and...

"Tell me Mr. Hawkins, are you really that uncomfortable with the possibility of becoming a girl?""Well, yes. If you were offered the chance of being changed into a man and being put in the tractor repair shop, would you feel a bit odd about it?""To say the least, yes," She answered. "Are you interested in men?" chimed in another. "Not really, but I have been assured that my new glandular system would automatically take care of that problem. I for one, can't imagine such a thing."A titter ran...

"You mean she knows she is going to die? "Yes she does and she has accepted it. Now, with her condition and all, I do not think she will ever accept that she has a son rather than a daughter, her belief is far too well ingrained. I think the kindest and only way is to allow her to carry on believing that she has a daughter for a few weeks that she has remaining... can you do it? Would you be prepared to make that sacrifice, allow your mother a few months of happiness? I know how much I am...

My God, She actually expected me to dress as a female nurse on our shift! She was dead serious.I couldn't understand where she was coming from, but it was sinking in that I had no other really choice. If I wanted to keep my job at the hospital. For that matter, if I hoped to work in any hospital in the city, I had to keep her report from being filed. Once a period of time passed, then the delay would play a part in her ability to report the incident. But in the meantime it was either go along...

To begin with, I was outfitted with a very tight sports girdle in vivid pink, no less, and allowed to put it on in the dressing booth. When I said I was ready and they streamed in. They were effusive with their compliments."A bit thick in the waist, but good butt.""I think that pink is her color, that or some fuschia, or maybe flaming red?""Ohh! She saved her legs, they will be great in hose and heels!""I can't wait to see her in a skirt, he'll be a knockout!"Well this is the gist of the nicer...