"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...

An extroverted boy appears on Youtube cavorting about to the music on the stereo. His stepparents encourage his interest in performing. He finds he loves femininity as well as performing. Growing up he gets small parts in plays and commercials but due to his short stature he gets no leading roles and is turned down for a part in a musical by the director who comments, He sings like a girl. Eventually he gets a contract job offer to sing and dance in a drag revue in a Vegas nightclub. He begins...

From The Firebird... Madame Ollia poured me an aperitif, "You now know why I told you that things are not always what they seem. You recall I said that when I put you in panties and made you up. When I was in Paris, I performed many, many unusual services. There were those who fancied boys who could be girls. And it is not only a certain class of men who want their young girls with a penis but many, many women prefer to a loved by such girl-boys and to love them in so many...

I dressed for dinner in white shorts and a powder blue blouse. I tried eye liner and mascara. The effect was so incredible! My eyes looked so much larger, so much sexier, so very feminine. After breakfast we drove to a mall near a small town several miles away. AFter getting some training bras, we shopped for skirts, panties, slikps and blouses. Casual slothes are next: jeans, Bermuda shorts. There was one particularly pretty shirtwaist dress that I liked. I wore it home. As we...

Kerry looked so real, so beautiful. Her full calves tapered to perfect ankles. The dark uniform stockings and clunky heels couldn't conceal the perfection of her legs.Her hair was in a French braid. "I did it myself," she proudly whispered to Rosie who rested her hand on Kerry's yummy tush each time our new maid paused near her.Dinner. Kerry wore a black uniform with a white apron. Rosie went into the kitchen to see Kerry hike her skirt and adjust the garter smap on her black stocking. Unlike...

Four short stories by some of our best writers… Domme Primer by Stella Satin – classes in how to dominate your husband! Audition for a Knight by Bea – In medieval times, a young knight, desperate for shelter comes across a castle in habited only by women. He is allowed to enter, but he must prove himself as worthy to be their lord by winning a contest of strength and skill against the woman who leads them. If he doesn’t? He must join her handmaidens. Bikinied in Barcelona by Mark Speck – The...

An Aptitude for the Job by Bea – Alan is in a lingerie store with his wife, when the shop keeper realizes that the poor boy is on the wrong side of the gender fence. Dear Charles by Bea – Told as a first person dialog, this tells the story of our Dear Charles’s subjugation by his wife and coworkers. Making the Boss a Bitch by Trish Shaw - Kind of just what it says. A secretary discovers, to her amazement, that she is a dominant and her boss is not! Discovering Bobby by Franz Schein – The story...