Marc works for a secretive organization known as The Firm. In his private life, he is a cross dresser. He should have realized that the Old Man, his boss, would know all about his little hobby. Far from using it against Marc, the Old Man uses it to help The Firm bust an international arms dealer. Suddenly, Marc is faced with the biggest decision of his life - is getting to be Marcia full-time worth risking his life?

Marvin has an abiding interest in women's clothing. Nothing all that unusual about that. When he enters a women's boutique in the Haight-Ashbury section of San Francisco, he couldn't possibly know that the proprietor runs an odd sideline. Before he knows it, Marvin is living as a woman in the possession of a dominant female who has, shall we say, unusual taste in her slaves. Soon, he is hers, body and soul.

How far would you go to attract the attention of a woman you had a crush on? Paul would do anything to make Eve like him anything. What he doesn't realize is that Eve has, shall we say, unusual interests which include turning shy Paul into her girlfriend. Soon, without even realizing it, Paul is being turned into Pauline, teaching him all the skills a woman really needs to know, including how to be the perfect partner in bed.

At first the excitement of moving around the room and examining himself in the mirror were more than enough to keep Brad entertained The crushing bite of the corset, the sibilant hiss of the silk petticoats as he walked, the tight but unsteady grip of his narrow boots and the heavy swing of his beribboned hair all conspired to make him acutely aware of his feminized predicament. Waves of pleasure swept through him as he took the time to enjoy this extended visit with womanly attire. Normally...

Monday of the next week started off similarly as the week before had begun, although I did not have any soreness from the shots to contend with. Nevertheless, there was a sensitivity in my chest under my prosthesis to remind me. It had arisen the week before and was both pleasant and irksome. This time, however, when I left the apartment, I had my purse slung over my shoulder. I did have some pockets in the outfit I wore, but all of my sundries, including my makeup were now deposited in my...

Then I got an idea. "Miss Wurr? May I make a suggestion?""I guess I can't stop you - you don't work for me any more?" She said venomously. "Couldn't I have Priscilla's job?" I suggested quietly."Of course not! a male office girl? Don't be stupid!""He could do it!" Priscilla pipped up. "Honest Miss Wurr. I've been showing what has to get done - just in case I was sick or something. And I'd be there if anything came up he couldn't handle."Miss Wurr cocked her head in a birdlike fashion....

Lying there on the bed, I watched Gracie dial another number. Oh God no, it was Mark's phone number. I heard Gracie tell him that I was ready to be picked up and taken to the clinic. I tried to move. Gracie, who was watching me, sat down on the bed and began stroking my hair. "Don't worry Allison," she told me. "Mark said when all this is over, I could have you forever."Able to move just a little my eyes narrowed just enough to let her know I was pissed. She kept reassuring me I wouldn't feel...

Poor Peter! He really is a nice boy, but too obedient to a fault.I don't know how Judith does it. She seems to spot a minor feminine trait in a young man and, before he knows it, he's a she - at least in dress and behavior. I won't pretend that I like men, I don't. But he's a real sweetie and I feel a little sorry for him, being able to see what's in store, and soon! Judith doesn't mess around, once she sees that there is a weakness there, she goes for the jugular. Nice lady. Great boss, but...

"I'm not wearing these clothes because I want to," I began saying slowly, "I'm wearing them because all my clothes are gone. And it's only temporary." "Temporary or not, you're stuck with them. As long as you wear them, she went on, "you should wear them properly. Honor them a little." "But I'm telling you , it's not my choice to to wear them," I tried to explain. I just couldn't seem to make her understand. "You know, every woman in the world could say that," she replied."What do you mean?" I...

"Smart girl, Jane," his wife gloated with satisfaction. "It's obvious that you are starting to understand your place in this household. As a reward, I'm prepared to remove your gag so that we can continue our conversation in a more productive way. Would you like that?"Jack wasted no time in emphatically nodding his head. At last something that would help to reduce his misery and even better a chance to talk Abigail out of some of this madness. Surely she would be more amenable to reason, not...

The first dress I tried on was a tight fit, so I took it off before I got it all the way on. The second dress fit me perfectly and I got it on all the way and done up behind my back. Then I stuck my head out of the dressing room to check for other customers before I stepped out to look in the mirror. It was a lovely dress on me and I like the fit too. I would take it. I went back into the dressing room and changed into the second dress, a pullover style with a cowl neck and long, snug fitting...

"I am scared, what if someone would recognize that I was not a girl? What would we do and what would happen? Please, can we just return to the motel?" I pleaded."Nonsense, you look pretty and quite feminine. Just talk inm a whisper and relax. No one will know anything. You are what you seem, an attractive girl attending the movies with a girlfriend," Bonnie reasoned, calming my nerves.She had convinced me everything would be all right. Leaving the safety of the car, we walked to the ticket...

Waking the next morning wasn't quiet as strange for Daniel. After three days, he was slowly getting used to waking with the feel of large womanly breasts on his chest and the soft cool feeling of nylon around his body. He was still hard-pressed to get used to his much longer tapered finger nails and he stabbed himself in the eye twice when trying to rub sleep from them. It was a warm day and there were no plans to go out, so, in spite of his inner reluctance, he put on a skirt and sleeveless...

Once I served the ladies, I was told to join them. So I sat down on an easy chair. One of the watchers was talking."You see Emily? The group of which we are part is international in scope and is formed of many women."Emily blinked. "I don't get it Why do you need an organization that size?""Our problem has reached almost epidemic status. The feminine gender is, unfortunately, undermined and made a mockery of, by far too many women who have been convinced that ehy should project a 'bimbo'...

I could not believe how I was being transformed. My clean shaven legs, encased in mylons and heels, gave me a nice set of womanly legs. The stuffed bra and waist nipper had changed my body showing a narrow waist thus adding a little more to the hip line, while a clean-shaven face showed little trace of masculinity. Except for a slight amount of hair on my chest and light hair on my arens, I was looking very similar to Betty.

"Shut up," she said. "I'll do the talking."I shut up. So much for self respect, I thought. This was one time when I especially didn't want to upset her.She continued, "You're going to be one hot little number, aren't you?"I assumed she meant it when she told me to shut up so I didn't answer."You're going to be my hot little number. You've going to turn everyone on all day with your sexy legs, round ass and big tits, but none of them are going to get to have sex with you but me.""You're going...