Now that I had embarked on this new life, I found that I was addicted to sexiness. I adored the short skirts and high heels - I practically never wore flats - tops which showed some cleavage, red nails, full make-up, flowing hair. Mother was amused that even if I was hanging around the house for some time I always took time over my appearance. But I went out every day, even if only to browse the shops or go to a movie. I was very aware of the admiring glances of men and boys and enjoyed them...

From The Training Bra... "As difficult as this is for you. I think you must try your best to make ago of it. I will know pretty much what is going on and I will try to keep things from getting too bad. I have asked the faculty to ignore your appearance and not to comment on it or otherwise add to your embarrassment. Mr. Bramson notwithstanding. Coaches are like that. It's part of coaching. If you can ignore the taunts and the ragging, try to get along with Kenneth and help him out. I think you...

From Penance in Pumps: It had been a hard day, and it wasn't over. After I crawled back from the bathroom, I hoisted myself up on the big fluffy bed, pulled a lace edged pillow underneath my head and felt like escaping my predicament for a while. I did. I dozed off almost immediately. It was the only relief I could think of. As I dozed off my mind was still spinning with the questions of how I could live for the next ten weeks with my heels five inches above the floor. The last dreadful...

Over two weeks had passed and "Gene" had not worn a stitch of male clothing. Of course, there was probably none in the house to wear, so he decided his adventure had begun. "He" had to put all concepts of "Gene" our of "his" head, at least for the summer. Come what may, Regina must bow to her fate and yield to the wishes of the powerful women influencing her life. It was her only hope for freedom.

I'm not saying that they had to pry me out the door with levers, but there was a large portion of reluctance on my part to leave that relative haven o safety. How could I do such a thing? The shoes felt funny, my legs were cold from being semi exposed to the "raw" air, the skirt and slip were downright distracting and limiting my step size to say nothing of the unaccustomed weight and size of those bumps on my chest. Only the remembrance of the image in the mirror coupled with the "good of the...

"He's not taking any hormones," Sueann protested firmly, interrupting Betty's story. "In fact Jamie doesn't even like to use aspirin." Better thought for a minute and snapped her fingers. "Of course, that's got to be it! He's working at the Franklin Pharmaceutical Company isn't he?" "You know he is. What about it?" Sueann asked. "What do they make there, in fact, what is their only product" Better countered smugly. "Everyone knows that, they make birth control..." Sueann blanched and ran to...