"On the next page, you'll see that they put you in a tanning chamber," Brandy looked up sharply as I said that. Her eyes flashed blue as she stared at me, eyes like her Dad's I thought. "Well that's what it looks like to me! You have to lie down with a sedative or something in you and they run these takes while you are out of it. Dreams is what they are really selling... ...I looked down to examine myself and saw I was wearing a dress, had two protruding mounds on my chest and felt long soft...

I was sobbing then as blackness enclosed around me. I could feel the imprint of Barton me but he wasn't there anymore. I had never felt despair like it before. The casket in which I had been lying opened. "Would you like a cold drink, Mike?" asked an earnest young man in a suit, clipboard in hand. Grant smiled at me. "it seems so real doesn't it?"

I had tried every possible word that I knew to release myself from the ordeal I was going through. Nothing worked. No word, no combination of words seemed to be correct. Days went by. I realized, as I was being taught to model and to be a young lady according to Devonhill's expectations, that I was really going to have to go through with this fashion show. I was going to have to attend the Black and White Ball in my diamond jewelry. LIke the other girls, I was going to meet a man and probably...

Why did it always have to start this way? Curse words flowed out of my mouth as I smelled the fetid swamp again. The young man, roped into the line in front of me, fell, dragging down a couple of the men in front of him and almost pulling me down as well. A tall, pointy-eared warrior appeared as if from nowhere from the foliage making a couple of the men, also pointy-eared and green-tinged like me, men whom I was roped to, jerk fearfully and retreat. Having been...

I feel like a doll on display. It's terribly humiliating but there seems nothing I can do about it. I'm back in the parlor and the windows have grown dark. There is still a fire on the hearth and Mrs. Spillane and my aunt Martha are teasing me. It's about the clothes I wear. I couldn't very well get back into my wet clothes so I'm wearing a long terrycloth robe that goes to my ankles. It's a girl's robe and that's not so bad. Some of those things look unisex enough. It's what I wear underneath...

I long to see my sister, but I'm afraid after discovering the new me she will be disappointed. Better for Lynette to picture the old Layton as long as possible. Yes the new me. Alone in my room I stand in front of the full length mirror wearing only panties, notice faint tell tale tan lines where I've worn a string bikini top. Under my panties I have a tan line too. the small bulge in the panel betrays my reality. I've found it very difficult to remain tucked. That only seems to work when my...

"You were raised for this you know." "What?" "Being a girly-boy. Didn't your aunt dress you when you were smaller?" "Yes but it was all innocent fun. And she's not really my aunt." "Hah! You're more suited to dresses and panties than cotton undershorts and blue jeans." She is right of course. Maybe I do look a little like Gwyneth Paltrow. I am girlish but I don't swish like some fairy. Buster saw this in my long ago, tried to bring me out. Made me touch him in the shadows of the warehouse....

My heart beat faster and my hands shook a little as I picked up the tube of pink lipstick. After applying the makeup I pressed my lips together. I replaced the lipstick in the purse then I opened the blusher case and picked up the small brush."Start at the center of your cheeks and brush the powder in circles," she instructed.I did as she told me and then replaced the items in the purse."Perfect. Now slip the purse over your arm and come with me.""Where are we going?" I asked with a touch of...

Saturday at three his pulse was beating rapidly as he rang Margo's bell. She was wearing a man's black suit, white shirt, black tie and black flat heel boots."Right this way my sweet little sissy," she laughed.In the bedroom she watched him change into his maid uniform."No makeup today, we'll be changing it later."She watched him carefully as he did his cleaning chores in an effeminate manner. When he finished they ate some pizza. She had another beer with her pizza while he sipped...

He just couldn't imagine himself living as a man. Sooner or later this "conundrum" as one internet source described it, was going to get the better of him. He shuddered to think about what that would mean. No one knew what death was but was it really preferable to living this way?Being stuck in the wrong body was no way for him to spend the rest of his life, but on the other hand, he hadn't been able to find many options, however he knew he had to keep trying or he was going to go crazy. Three...

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To say I felt almost delicious would be an understatement. At the front door I brushed back my hair with one hand and them opened it. Standing there was an apparition. The figure had long black hair but no face. She was wearing a black leather pantsuit, while leather shirt, black leather bow tie and highly polished black leather boots. There was just a hint of aftershave lotion as she stepped forward. I felt myself begin to get aroused as her strong arms wrapped around me and she leaned in to...

Louis Carley is an unassuming young man who is not interested in a blue collar job like his father. He becomes a promising journalism student and gets noticed by local media outlets for his reporting skills. He is given a summer internship in England by a tabloid on the condition that he discretely investigate the disappearance of a number of men associated with Laura Wentworth, a very successful British financier.Just before leaving England for home, he is abducted, blackmailed and...

When a businessman casts his eyes upon his secretary, her slender body and beautiful face enchants him. Little does he know that she has her eyes on him, too, but for completely different reasons. A shopping trip to buy a gown for his wife turns into an adventure he could scarcely imagine.

"...Here, isn't this lovely?" She was holding up a blouse, still on its hanger, for my inspection. A tremor of fright ran through me, because I knew what she was about to do. The b.ouse was pristine white with a 'V' neck and small pearl buttons down the front. It had rectangular lace inserts down the front on either side and long, sort of blousing chiffon sleeves, with heavy white silk cuffs. "That's lovely!"n I said with a dry mouth and I forced myself to feel the chiffon sleeves between my...