Stan saw me at once. His eyes bulged as he looked me over, and he grinned at me. Almost at once my panties started to bulge beneath my skirt in response. I could see that Stan was highly delighted with my looks. I wore a hippie headband, my round wire-rimmed glasses that could easily pass for girl's glasses, my favorite cream-colored see-through blouse, a long purple tie-dyed skirt, not loose enough to keep my rapidly burgeoning erection inconspicuous, and my nicest sandals, with purple socks...

This was a blonde who could stop traffic; cause an accident at fifty paces; and make the holiest think impure thoughts. She walked into the office, pushed the half open door, and sat in front of the desk. Harry watched. The low-cut top left very little to the imagination. This was a blonde that blondes might dream about becoming when they grow up. "I need some help." She said. Her voice was gruff and masculine. It didn't match anything he was seeing.  Harry's mouth opened and remained...

i didn't feel very brave right then. That night my dream came again, but this time it was different. it was almost as if my mind had rationalized all the things that I was committed to. This time, I knew I was the girl. No, that's not quite right. I knew I was playing the part of a girl, from my pretty toenails to my super long hair. I had the waist, the hips and the breasts. I had the nails and the earrings. I didn't know how I knew of how I imagined the feelings, but I was so...

I turned on my heel and walked down the corridor to Room 104. I walked slowly and with assurance. My heart started to pick up the pace. This was for real. This was it. No turning back. I couldn't look at the even numbers. I walked past Room 101, Room 103, Room 105 and then, opposite from it, was Room 104. A wooden hotel door separated me from �86,000. All I had to do was walk in, pick it up off the bed and walk out. With shaking, gloved hands, I took the key from my...

"Lord and Lady Wharton are waiting on you," said Eloise, turning down the bed, allowing me to see the pretty panites and short, frilly nightie that would arouse any man's passion for a wife dressed as such. "Enjoy the ride, my lady, and let me congratulate you on being a grannie now!" Ooo, I'll have to get even with her for that remark! Oh, but Eloise's choice of clothing, or lack thereof, was perfect for my husband. I felt like a girlie sex kitten again with my husband. He seized me as...

In my spare time I had continued to think about that blue warehouse. I decided to get a look inside before my surgery if for no other reason than to satisfy my curiosity.  There had to be something there, I just knew it in my gut. Maybe it was possible that woman's intuition had come with hormones? I ate dinner at the Hilltop Restaurant overlooking the river above the marina two nights the week before my surgery. The food there was as good as the food at the private club...

"And you want me to do the dirty work?" I (Joe) asked. Rich paused. Took another cigarette from the packet on the table and lit it. "I need a woman to play the part." "Why?" I asked. "A woman could move around the hotel more easily than a man without arousing suspicion. She could, for example, go to the bar and say she's meeting a date. She would then go off as if she's been stood up. Most important it wouldn't look too unusual if she was seen entering the room wearing gloves." "But...

"It's so odd, isn't it?" Roberta said tentatively. "It's the ones who knew me before, and treat me like a girl now, who give me goose bumps all over. Mike had his arm about me when we went back to our table. Right in front of everyone, he put his hand on my hair like the other boys did with their girls. I was shaking all over. Harral asked me if my legs were tired since I was dancing in such high heels. Mike said he hoped not, as I had such pretty legs. He gave me a hug. I think...

"What do you think Mom?" Sophia asked as I came down to dinner. I still felt very self-conscious as a blonde. I'd tried to dress it down, but there was no way I could hide it. I had on my usual skinny jeans, black this time, with black heels and a tight T-shirt with cap sleeves. "I think you look really beautiful." Mother said to me. I'm really pleased that you're joining in with your sisters and doing what they want. Without you they'd never have had this opportunity."...

I don't really remember when it happened for the first time but it must have been around the time we were starting our exams. I was at home a fair bit to do some revision which I did assiduously, unlike most of my male colleagues. One morning, I heard someone speaking to me. A new voice called out "Michael" quite softly but firmly to gain my attention. It was repeated several times before I worked out where it came from. It was the ballet dancer poster on my wall. Suddenly...

"Mama, Se�or Muertazos is a very bad man," I said, "but I will not sin with him, and I did not know that he wanted you to dress me as a girl. Now I am Maria and I love being Maria. I do not even know how to be Mario anymore. Please don't make me stop being Maria." Mama looked at me with concern, but not with understanding. "Is it for Deputy Juttings that you wish to be Maria?" she asked. "I do not think that is wise." "He treats me as a lady and - he admires me as a lady. I...

Of course, when I took Max to Tanya's house the following day, he had absolutely no knowledge at all of how his life would change - nor did I. Would I have done it if I had realised? I honestly don't know, but what happened that Wednesday was that Max was subjected to one of those life changing incidents that have many unforeseen consequences but at the time seem innocent enough. So when Tanya opened the door to us, Max did not detect the warmth in Tanya's voice and the smile on...

"Are you ready to go?" Mr. Antrobus called/ "Ready as I'll ever be,' Howard answered, and stepped through the door. Mt. Antrobus stood a few paces away, looking him up and down. "...if you really want me to go like this?" Howard stood back to give him the full view. "Yes, of course." Antrobus replied. "You scrub up rather well." "I'm not sure what you want, but I look like a boy dressed up in his sister's clothes." Howard took a deep breath. "Is this what you intended?" "I have no idea...

Allowing another man to lead him was almost as humiliating.as the dance costume he was wearing. But Danny skated backward, and soon found he did not need to keep looking behind if he trusted and followed the directions Brett sent to hmi through subtle motions of his body. Danny even learned how to execute a spin, as Brett would indicate it through lifting and rotating he boy's arm.Danny and Brett continued to skate like this, face to face Danny held securely in Brett's arms, making wide, lazy...

"Let me look at you," Mother gushed and came and took my hands. "I love the dress, and the makeup. You're such an artist.""And no one would guess I'm a boy." I said. "You're enjoying this aren't you?""Of course I am." Mother replied. "I always thought you were better as a girl than a boy.""Now it seems you have your way," I replied. "My female persona has been accepted as the inheritor of all this. I've been photographed and introduced in enough places to know that any change to boy status...

"So Frank, you want me to be your - uh - your dominatrix?" Rebecca inquired."I think that is what it will take," Frank told her."You realize I have zero experience in this?""I'm sure you can do it. The basic concept is simple to grasp.""All right, then. I'll be right back."Rebecca grabbed some of her men's clothes - dull and drab, khaki trousers and a shirt of similar color. She went behind one of the two flimsy screens that served as the dorm room's only safeguards for privacy while dressing....