2192 I have not been a very good boy. My father is tired of trying to teach me how to be a good boy for eighteen years. I have been sent to the Black Rose Training Academy, to be taught how to be a girl. When I have learned how to do so successfully I will then be taught how to be a woman. When I have learned how to do this successfully as well, my sex will be changed to female. I will then spend the rest of my life on earth, living as a woman. I am obviously quie depressed about this. I just...

"Wear it for me, lulu," the woman ordered, tossing the silken garment to me. I caught the oriental print sheathe dress, gaped at Mis. Rachel, my mouth wide, my heart thudding loudly as I wondered, vainly, how I might extricate myself from my predicament without any more damage being done to my already shaky reputation. My lady friend, Ms. Rachel Lynne Kline, lolled on my sofa, a knowing, sardonic grin curving her lips as she waited for me to obey her command. I shook my head. "I don't think...

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...

"I know that my son is John's true heir, but I am sure that John will do well by your children and see that bob is well cared for and that the girls are provided ample dowries. I only ask that you give my son everything that ne needs.""I promise that he will have every luxury that you would expect, dearest," Mrs. Grant replied, thinking of the lovely little boy that so resembled his beautiful Mother.And thus Angelo, discovers the truth of her promise. ...

"But honey, it's not as if I was consciously trying to degrade you, it's just that..." "It's just that you don't know any different, do you?" Sally said cooling down slightly. She didn't want to overplay her hand just yet. "It's not your fault that you could never truly understand what it's like being on the receiving end all the time. You're just a man, doing 'man' things." Tim looked totally embarrassed, much to her satisfaction. "No, I guess..." Tim swallowed his pride and nodded slowly,...

I went into the bathroom and the thought of having to use the women's room started me crying again. Looking at myself in the mirror as I dried my tears and fixed my make-up, and I think I really saw for the first time how different I was. My lips, eyes, and nose don't look like they used to, and I can see now that Marla made sure it was going to be very hard for me to ever look like 'David' again! I sat in the toilet stall for maybe fifteen minutes pondering all this shit. I listened to the...

Finally Ms. Duval entered the house. She was holding what looked like a riding crop under her arm. She was dressed in a manner I had never seen before. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun. The lines of her makeup were sharper than usual. She wore a charcoal gray jumpsuit with padded shoulders. Her petite feet were encased in nude stockings and rested in 3 inch clear sandals. She wasn't smiling. She took command of the situation immediately. "Mr. Legrand has asked me to do the school a favor...

Tammi was playing with his requisite Barbie doll at his aunt's feet. She liked to watch him play with his dolls as she read the paper after dinner. Tammi, dressed and redressed the blonde doll seemingly endlessly and, for the most part, listlessly, exhibiting interest only when he thought his aunt was looking closely. Now he assumed his prissy counterfeit smile that he had learned early on and beamed up at her. It was a smile that had saved him many a paddling. "Smile, always, smile," his aunt...

From M.C.P.... The first inkling of what Sue had planned came to me when I woke the following morning. Sensing that something was not right, I threw off the bed clothes... and screamed! I seemed to have the body of a toddler of two or three years of age; a girl toddler, I quickly discovered. Hearing my scream, Sue entered the bedroom, smiling. "Good morning, sweetheart, did you sleep well?" I tried to shout at her, but stopped, horrified, when I heard my piping, little girl's voice. "What have...

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...

From Public Assistance: "Carry on , girl..." Ms. Jolene led the femininely dressed Jaye from the closet, down the hallway, to where is cart waited patiently. "And now that we have you properly dressed as one of my maids, I will expect you to curtsey whenever you see me, or what I give you an order. Understand, girl?" "Yes Ms. Jolene." he responded with a curtsy causing her to nod her approval. "You'll learn." Giving his prominent borron one last quick caress, she left him to his chores....

Looking at me critically, she said, "that's better. When your hair grows out we'll be able to do wonders with it." She took my hand and led me to the mirror. I was in shock... there stood a rather tall six year old girl. The hair bows did disguise my short hair. I hated what I saw, but was fascinated. "Now dear," she said to me taking my hand. "we'll go downstairs and wait for Linda." 'Oh no,' I thought 'I can't be seen this way!' I pulled free of her hand. Marion looked at me with a frown....

The next morning, Jonathon had no idea of what to expect. He had slept little all night wondering what decision Carolyn would come to. He would be lost without Carolyn! "Hi Honey," he said as cheerily as he could manage under the circumstances. "Can I have the amulet back now so that I can get dressed and go to the office?" "Good morning Jonathon," Carolyn said just as cheerily as she blew him a kiss. "No, you cannot have the amulet back. You'll just have to go to the office the way you are!"...

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...

There was a cool breeze blowing when we came out. It worried the hem of my dress as it played with my slip and skirt. Mom let go of me only when we got to the car. I wanted to run back into the house, but thought better of it since anyone watching would really get suspicious then, and there was no telling what Mom would do to me. Besides, I didn't know if she had put a house key in my purse. I could just imagine myself rifling the purse only to find no key, then being forced to go in the care...