"Maude paused, turned her face to the side looking down as she did so. I waited for her to speak or to at least turn back to me. She leaned her face against my chest as my finger tops rested on her chin. I gently turned her face toward me. Her eyes closed as she stood on tip toe and her lips parted. The moisture of her mouth against mine as turning me on as the pressure of her tummy made me lomg for the missed opportunities lost for so log. Then she shook herself loose and stepped back in...

"Now Millie, are you sure you understood everything I said?" Miss Jennifer was addressing me in a rather condescending manner. "Yes Miss, I think I did" I answered back smiling with a slight impertinence.Her expression stiffened and her tone of voice hardened as she said, "Now listen to me Millie and listen carefully. I demand a more respectful tone of voice from a maid when she answers back, always followed by a slight curtsy. This has to become a second nature to you. Do you understand?" I...

From Henrietta & Harriet: "You’ll be perfect as her boy-friend! She’s very shy, you know. No one but me has ever seen her in skirts, even though she has worn girls’ clothing since infancy, you are the first outsider to see Henry as Henrietta!" From The Ad: Yes, I look exactly like a runway model... But I'm not! Oh, I am a runway model! What I mean is that I wasn't born this way! It all started with an ad. ...

“Oh my, aren’t you just the cutest thing! Go ahead, put some on I can’t wait to see how you will look.” I froze. Standing in the doorway was Marcie with a big grin on her face. “I thought you would be at the mall,” I squeaked in a terrified voice as I put the lipstick back. “I’m sure you did,” she laughed again. “…Not as easy as it looks is it?” I took off the half slip and put it back in mom’s dresser. As I turned to face her she was standing in the doorway with a mischievous grin on her...

“Do you think he had a plan for you?” asked Katie. “Looking back, I think he did,” Bobbi Jo said. “I’d told him my inner thoughts and feelings and he took advantage of that knowledge. As Bobbi Jo, I had gone to live with Richie in his newly-built estate. He had become the CEO for the family corporation. The money flowed like oil. “My transition really went fast,” Bobbi Jo continued. “When we were in Boston, Richie bought me thousands of dollars of clothes and had them shipped home. With his...

“This might be hard for you to comprehend, but Javier and Cristy is the same person,” confirmed Susan. “How can that be?” questioned Dania. “I’m leaving. I don’t think you are telling me the truth.” Susan grabbed Dania’s arm and look her right in the eyes. “Cristy’s really a man,” Susan stated. “Do you know what a cross dresser is? That’s what she is – a man who often dresses as a woman. She’s here on a special mission.”

What could I say? Slowly I nodded agreement. After all, I knew perfectly well that my own intransigence had got me to a point where I couldn’t seem to DO anything! At this point, I just did not feel that I could back down. Yes, the idea of putting a dress on secretly excited me sexually – but I still certainly didn’t think that Baxter could beat me. What possible difference could a dress possibly make? I found out the following morning.

When I went back into the dining room I knew immediately from the look that Doris flashed Doreen that she had been nowhere near as confident as she’d appeared. I cursed myself for buying the feminine apron to humiliate Doris that I now wore. The frilled, gauzy, full apron with the butterflies and orchids embossed. “I thought it over and felt that it was practical after all,” I mumbled. “Didn’t want to dirty my pants.” “And it looks very nice too dear!” Doreen said, straight faced. “Sure does...

I opened the top drawer of my mother’s dresser. I picked up the bar of perfumed soap and held it too my nostrils. It smelled so sweet and so good. I set it aside and picked up her slip. I held the soft fabric to my face. I loved the feel of the soft nylon tricot against my skin. I put the slip on the bed and went back to my room and undressed. When I came back I put the slip on. I felt a shiver of excitement as I walked to the closet and stood in front of the full-length mirror on the closet...

Includes Best of Two Worlds and Like Father… Big women actually terrify me for some reason. Why, I don’t truly know – but think it’s because I tend to despise the smaller editions of the female sex – their stupid bitching about equality with males, when all they can think about is their goddam hair – or makeup – or clothes. I mean, they’re practically begging to be bossed about. They just won’t admit it. But I look at big women. See their confidence – and their muscles, and they’re not the...

John, meanwhile, was learning to be more of a help for his mother. Andrea approached her son one day and asked whether he could help with the laundry. John replied that he probably wouldn'’t mind, but that he had no idea how it had to be done. Andrea said that she would show him how to do the laundry. John paid close attention to the instructions his mother gave him, such as washing whites and colors separately. She also explained that all of the lingerie should...

To explain, when we graduated high school and went away to college, there was no question about our living arrangements. We would live together. Period. Our parents weren’'t too thrilled about that arrangement, so to pacify them, we agreed to get married. Two weeks before the end of high school, Carolyn knelt before me one night at her parents’ home and formally asked me to marry her. “"Do the honor of becoming my wife,"” as she put it, then slipped a huge diamond onto my third...

From Rush Time: Instead of a cheap set of falsies, Terry, a nice affable blonde, took a great deal of care in checking my bra, made me take the bra off and then affixed the better grade of false breasts with adhesive. Then I was allowed to put my lingerie on, with her turning her back to provide me with some modesty. That gave me surprise number two - the lingerie was of a much nicer quality than I was used to.

It soon became clear that Kevin liked his girl time better than his boy time. As a boy he was very much neglected by the rest of his family, his three older brothers got all the attention. He never received any gifts designed for a boy, all his boy things were things he inherited from his brothers. He even had to wear the clothes they had grown out of. Dressing as a girl never occurred outside the close family. His brothers liked to have a sister around and they treated Kate as if she was a...

Mim asked me to bring a few of her things over. I left a note for my father, dressed and followed Mim’s instructions on what to bring to her after I pulled her car into our driveway. I was vaguely excited as I handled the petticoat and dress from her closet. An open bottom girdle, unopened packages of stockings, and a few bras, panties and garter belts joined the dress and petti in the small overnight valise. No wonder girls like things like this. They can’t help feeling beautiful and sexy...

She stopped me again with her hand and said in a very strict manner now, "Now listen to me girl, you must realize you are entering the world of cleaners and maids and lowly domestics that usually are exposed to police controls and harassment, but this is exactly what I have been trying to tell you all along. You have to feel to your skin what it means to be a lowly laborer, a domestic, a cleaner. You have to feel to your skin, what it means to be afraid that the police might catch you and find...