In book 1, a rebellious young male is sent to a distant aunt to be straightened out from his rebellious ways. She declares he'll be treated the age he acts and is put into a childish bodice kilt and laughed at by her teenage daughters. He gradually becomes more sissified and turned into the oldest daughter's groom. He is then sent to beautician's school, there mistaken for a made and thus he's turned into one and then into a girl.

In book 2, the boy, now forced to masquerade as a girl is employed by a guest. At first he thinks as her maid, but she has her heart set on a darling niece. Sent to charm school and ballet class "she" becomes ultra girlish and acts younger and younger. Trying to escape her dreadful toddler status she's put into a baby harness.

By the end of the week, I'd come to accept being harnessed, although that first time I really didn't like it. However, when Hilary approached me with harness in hand each morning, with a determined look I offered no protest.It was mid-week that the mailman delivered a box from the store we'd visited. I was sure the collar she'd ordered, and whatever else, were in it. When I called her and told her she was so excited she said she'd leave early so she could see everything that had arrived.I...

"Good! So listen up! When I first married your dad, I hadn't a clue about transvestites and I really felt stupid once I discovered that your did was on. After a while, I started doing a lot of research and covered a lot of ground. While I was doing this I discovered that a lot of transvestites are submissive - very submissive. You know what submissive means?" "Do as you are told?" "Very good dear! The only thing is that in this case a transvestite is submissive to women. He not only likes...

Over the next ten days, I became Miss Candace's creature. I minced and primped in the most becoming and ladylike fashion - corseted and dressed in tight skirts, I did everything she asked. Rene looked on proudly. I think she saw Miss Candace as her own protege. I studied diligently on her transcription method and brought my keyboard speed up to ninety five words a minute. I had plenty of time as, once I'd finished clean up after breakfast, I was pretty clear for the day. Miss Candace was...

Now, like I just said? There are humiliations and humiliations. But she was treating me like a child and a favorite, spoiled child at that. Of course I felt wrong - but it was almost as if I were reverting to childhood. It didn't make much sense to fight, so instead I found myself accepting what she was doing and cuddling into her in a childlike manner. Found my sentences becoming shorter and the words had less syllables as I retreated into her dominance. Cuddled into her in a sleepy way. I...

"You were actually married to him?" another woman asked in disbelief. Whi9ch prompted Marsha to tell the story of my downfall and how I came to knock on her door one day.  "Knowing you, it's hard to think you were ever married so someone, well, like him." a third woman scornfully remarked.  "Yes well, I was, unfortunately, quite a different person then," Marsha said. "I simply cant' imagine any real man accepting the position of his ex-wife's, what did you call him, your Lady's Boy?"...

When Sarah asked how young I thought she looked I said, "I really wasn't' sure, so I asked Toni and her two girls to write down how old they thought she looked." Taking out three pieces of paper I put the down on the table and let Sarah read them. One things she looks thirteen, and two actually things she looks twelve? I don't believe it," she exclaimed. "The problem is you're having is you remember what she used to look like, and how old she used to be. Frankly I'd though somewhere around...

An out of work actor is trying to make it big, supported by his hard-working girlfriend. She’s furious when she discovers he’s been screwing every actor he can, during the day. When she tells her best friend, a Broadway producer, her friend suggests the perfect revenge. She creates the part of a maid in her new play, and auditions her boyfriend. He refuses the part until his girlfriend tells him, either take the part or she’s throwing him out. Her friend informs him that she believes the only...

One day, in walked Mrs. Aurora Spillane and my life changed forever. Such a large commanding woman Few women have the aura of Aurora. When she enters a crowded room heads turn. Everyone takes notice of her statuesque beauty, that sensual demeanor. She fairly exudes sex. It is like she subconsciously conveys promises of things forbidden and terribly sexual. Aurora Spillan used to make my palms sweat. Her deep dark eyes would bring a blush to my cheeks, redden my pale complexion and almost...

Then later, when I came home from Aurora's still dressed, her and auntie insisted I wear the girl's clothes home. Aunt Martha stopping at the Antique Warehouse and Buster catching me sitting outside in the van, complimenting me on how I was dressed. How pretty I looked... My aunt stalling, encouraging me to go for a ride with Buster. My dear aunt who had once caught us in a dark aisle of the stockroom wnem Buster was coming on to me. Suddenly there I was with Buster, coming back from that...

The criminalist stands passively beside the compartment. Steinberg watches her face as he uncovers the body from the neck up. Seeing the ghostly pale face register's on the tall olive-skinned woman. Her dark eyes crinkle and her lip quivers. The other woman, taller and skinny, turns away, them moves to the olive-skinned one, hugs her, whispers something in her ear. Steinberg glances at Donatello, who is watching from the other side of the roll-out refrigerated compartment. She says nothing,...

"You will be given a schedule of your duties as well as what uniform, wig, and makeup schemes to wear. Whether you are on duty or not you must always present a most feminine appearance and of course you must act accordingly. A sissy maid's deportment must be very proper, just like they taught you at Amazonia. You must always behave in a mincing, effeminate and coquettish manner." "Check your appearance in the mirror before beginning work, or before I take you to the doctor for your shots, the...

I sat down and she made up my eyes with grey eye shadow and black eyeliner followed by long black false eyelashes. After applying red rouge to my cheeks she filled in my lips with a generous amount of fire engine red lipstick. A shoulder length black wig was next. She pinned the lacey maid’s cap at the top and then clipped six inch long earrings to each earlobe. A set of matching fire engine red press on nails was last. I sat transfixed looking at the pretty French Maid in the mirror as she...

Once I served the ladies, I was told to join them. So I sat down on an easy chair. One of the watchers was talking. "You see Emily? The group of which we are part is international in scope and is formed of many women." Emily blinked. "I don't get it Why do you need an organization that size?" "Our problem has reached almost epidemic status. The feminine gender is, unfortunately, undermined and made a mockery of, by far too many women who have been convinced that ehy should project a 'bimbo'...

Waking the next morning wasn't quiet as strange for Daniel. After three days, he was slowly getting used to waking with the feel of large womanly breasts on his chest and the soft cool feeling of nylon around his body. He was still hard-pressed to get used to his much longer tapered finger nails and he stabbed himself in the eye twice when trying to rub sleep from them. It was a warm day and there were no plans to go out, so, in spite of his inner reluctance, he put on a skirt and sleeveless...