Looking at my reflection in the full length mirror, I was astounded to see that I not only was attractive, but I would have liked to date a girl who looked as good as I did them. The only problem was, wearing these things gave me a perpetual hard on, and I hoped it didn't show."Okay, let's go downstairs and see if Eleanor agrees that you are as attractive as I believe you are. I'm almost jealous of your appearance, and when your hair grows out a bit, we'll be able to make you more...

If the shopping experience was an emotional shock to his system, his return home was worse. As he surveyed his room and its feminine contents, the inescapable reality of his new existence hit him full force. Everywhere he gazed he saw feminine finery and lacy frills. It was painfully obvious that his mother and aunt intended him to become a very feminine young lady.

"Well, it was so difficult at first. I was so frightened, so confused at first, so uncertain of my own identity. Once I had acceded to my Father's mandate and had agreed to assume female dress, Nadine was thrust upon me so suddenly and and I was caparisoned so quickly in lady's attire, that I had no time to think about what was happening to me. One moment I was Arthur Wellesley, playboy, in the customary white slacks and blue blazer, and the next, I was before the press in a Dior cocktail...

When Justin came out of the shower, I dressed him, curled his bangs with the iron and applied light make-up. I stared with amazement. I could not believe that this was my little brother! He, no, SHE, was adorable!The yellow outfit contrasted his black hair well while the miniskirt showed off his great nylon encased legs. Together, we walked back to the kitchen. As we came through the doorway, Cindi and Julie gasped with awe. Julie blurted out, "Welcome to the team, Justine." ...

"I'm a sissy," David continued with a pronounced slight lisp that suddenly appeared, instantly making him sound like a PUFF. "Auntie Velour makes me dress as if I were a 14 year old girl who has been cuffed and collared into her household. I have to clean the house and everything." His voice had changed, it had become softer and had risen in tone and he was speaking in a hot, breathless manner. "I like being a maid. I like being pretty. I like being a sissy. I like wearing pretty clothes. I...

Chris looked blankly at her, hesitating as she held out the panties she had put out for him."Put these on, you little sissy, or I'll bloody your damned nose again." She threatened, raising her hand as if to strike him. He immediately opened the robe, took the panties and stepped into them, pulling the silken fabric up over his hips. He was so mortified at the development that he failed to notice how snugly the panties fit his plump bottom. Then, before he could react, Sara had reached around...

Mike walked over to the bed and examined the outfit his stepmother wanted him to wear. "OH NO" he whispered as he could barely get the words out of his suddenly dry mouth. Reaching down he picked up a pair of black velvet shorts. "She cannot be serious, Where in the world did she come up with this outfit anyway? It is positively uck! No way, man!"Slowly, as if the mere touch of the clothing would somehow attach itself to his body, Mke picked up and looked at each garment. The black shorts, a...

I had seen Janet in this dress before, and she was a knockout in it. It had sleeves that went down to the elbows decorated at the cuffs with tiny satin bows, just below her elbows. It had a high neckline, that almost looked Victorian which was trimmed with a froth of very delicate pink lace. The dress zippered up the back, The pink satin skirt was full and would seem to flow around her thighs and knees as she walked. On her, the hem went to about mid knee length.I had always admired it on her...

"Girls don't do that here." (said Aunt Jo) "Girls, what do you mean?" (said Bobby) "Well look at yourself. You don't look like a boy do you?" "But I am a boy." "Not here you aren't. You don't have any boy clothes for one. For another there's the way you acted last year. I won't have that behaviour in my home and your mother told me that keeping you petticoated changed you. Well, that's fine with me. You are young enough to stay petticoated and undetected until you go home. Now, it can be just...

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...

"I know you're a man, but we'll have to change your outward appearance at once, so it doesn't disturb the guests. You see, most of the women chose this facility because of the 'no men allowed' rule, wanting to leave behind any hint of the previously demoralizing relationships with men. They certainly need no reminding from you. It's important we avoice any complaints from the guests (I remembered the receptionist's reaction), so your image must change immediately to that of a female." She...

"How do you like them?" she asked. "Huh?" I played dumb. "Your new tits, dummy," she replied in an exasperated voice. "How do you like them?" Her tone of voice said that I was a dunce and that I should have immediately understood what she was talking about. When I didn't immediately respond she was forced to continue and her vindictiveness showed through. The "I showed you" attitude was obvious in her voice as she crowed. "Since you like to play with things that fit into a bra, I made sure the...

The room lights snapped on in response to his movement. Instantly he recalled that he was in a room on the floating city of Quem. the robe he ware was loose-fitting, but it showed enough of his figure to reveal that he not only felt different, he also looked different. Before confronting the mirror, in one fairly smooth motion, he ran his hands down his body, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. His hair felt much finer and the skin of his face and neck was baby smooth. His...

Well the result of the bet was to be a sort of winner-take-all or, even worse, loser-lose-all since for the winner it was "business as usual, trophy, praise, etc.". And, to make matters even worse, the flames of this "competition" had been fanned to a fever pitch, so much so that not only did the whole school get into the "spirit" but, as I had hinted at above, also both communities manged to dip in up to what seemed to be a bit above the ears (but no problem there, however as there didn't...

From Mistaken Identity... Stan was stunned to find himself confronted by six beautiful women. All were dressed the same. All wore a severely tight fitting, strapless, one piece shiny, black leather, skirted suits that extended to just above the to just above the knee. Their legs were encased n black nylon lace hose which extended down to shiny one inch pumps. From their bare shoulders extended long lovely arms encased up to the elbows in black leather gloves. They all stood around him, hands...

She looked over my shoulder, "Hi Charlotte, I was just filling Francis in on Margaret's condition." "Isn't that something," Charlotte was shaking her head, as she took my arm and walked me to the front, "let's leave rose alone." At the front counter she continued, "She's got all kinds of deadlines to meet, so I try to keep all distraction away, so she cam complete everything properly. It's coming to our busy season and this thing with Margaret couldn't have happened at a worse time. Francis,...