Oh the drive out to the mall I found myself looking at every girl we passed. but unlike the way I normally looked at girls, this time it was different. Instead of just admiring the pretty ones, I found myself studying them, checking out how their outfits worked together with their hair and make-up. Trying to imagine how they would look on me. I was amazed at how fast my mindset had changed. In just eighteen hours, I had gone from being shocked at the thought of wearing women's clothes, to...

It may sound strange but I found myself enjoying "being a girl". Unlike the Broadway show tune, I wasn't a real girl of course, just a hormonally created sissy who appeared top be a girl. Perhaps my love of my new found femininity was part of my seduction. Nevertheless I wondered if I was ever going to be able to return to the life of a male once this charade was over and I got my share of the money. I guess I was just going to have to stick in out and hope for the best. ...

"Oh mommy," Kimberly gushed with true excitement. "Look at us! We're just the same. Keith looks just like me. He looks like a real girl!" Keith just hung his pretty head without making a comment. All the fears and humiliation he'd suffered the past Saturday during his initial stint in a dress came back with full force. All fight to resist his sissification melted. Mrs. Carson noted that his more subdued mannerly self had returned  almost the instant he had been put back into a dress....

And it was strange but I was finding that after a while, I was enjoying wearing that clothing. I was eventually provided with a few sets; with each new short and blouse set of a more and more feminine style. I found that I liked the stretchiness and give of the materials or the softness of the materials. It was strange that the blouse buttoned on the wrong side and them the next one had short puffed sleeves and no collar and the next was a pullover with a flared waist and a tie...

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...

In the following days a routine developed between Michael/Karen and the two female doctors. In the morning either Sonya or Diane would come upstairs and help their charge get dressed. They would also provide him with reading material to study during the day. The material always covered some issue related to feminine behavior, deportment, make-up or dress. In the evening, one or both of the women would test him on what he had learned and advise the boy on how he might improve. In this way, over...

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"I have it all planned out for you. You will follow the terms of your contract for starters. Your change of face is just the beginning. Your body will experience some physical changes as well but with your new face, body and some training, I am going to help you transition successfully to a new life. You cannot have any contact with persons in your previous life. Not your parents, friends, NOBODY." Essentially you will always be in my care. sort of like witness protection. Your previous life...

Arn was more and more comfortable with the new androgynous role that he was falling into. The strappy sandals he wore had a thinker heel than he was used to. It was almost the low heel sort of thing that a junior high school girl might be allowed to wear to her first dance. to compensate for the heel he took shorter steps, placed one foot more in front of the other more than a boy would ordinarily. The studio was a large open space with art material at one end an photographic and lighting...

The welcome talk and the "win one for the Gipper" by upper class women really caught Annie's attention. For the moment she lost sight of what she had been and the struggles she and her mother had been through. She was caught up in the mystique of becoming, or at least giving the appearance of having become, a well bred, well trained young lady. The strolled the slate walks between the buildings that looked like a set for Masterpiece Theater. A tea was served on the lawn. The academic dean, a...

I realized she knew far more about my dealings than anyone and anyway? I didn't mind boasting a little about the scams I'd pulled and what I'd done with the money. Didn't tell her how much, naturally. I finished up by telling her what I'd heard on the radio. How I was stuck until the banks opened on Monday. She nodded. "Makes sense now. but there's an easy way to get to your bank without them catching you." "Wow! You sure are smart Emily!" I fawned. "What do you have in mind?" "It's going to...

The way she dresses and the expensive convertible are the part of Varna's new image. A not so new image, really.  It's been going on for nearly a year, gradually escalating to where we are now, ever since I was laid off. I sigh tiredly, go to the window that overlooks our double wide drive, watch as she backs the Cabriolet with the pearlescent metallic pain job to the street. In the overhead light above the sink I know my face is framed in the window. I watch to see if she looks...

Earlier, when I made my grand entrance with Bonnie, she asked her daughter who was this lovely woman. Tonight I am completely enfem. When I found out about how I was to be dressed my protests fell on deaf ears. What could I say to the woman who had just given the best hummer of my life? Bonnie dressed me, tucked my flaccid thing in special panties with spandex rings built into the crotch that effectively hid me. An erection might be another matter, but with the panties safely around my...

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...

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...