It hadn't taken Bobbi long to establish what our new relationship was to be. The morning after my 'demotion' I discovered that she expected me to run her bath, look our her clothes, help her dress - and become totally responsible for the upkeep of her clothes and person. I accepted this, somewhat unwillingly, but feeling that it was much too soon to be disobeying my sister's orders, I went along with Bobbi's demands. As I said she would occasionally join Elsa and me in the lounge at night...

You've Got Male - it all started innocently enough, for years I had been afraid to come out of my crossdresser's closet. That was about to change. Loving Change - how was it possible? Yesterday I had been a boy, a feminine boy with a love of dresses and makeup, yes, but today? Something had changed! Third Kiss - Michael is granted a third kiss by a mysterious woman and nothing is ever the same. ...

He opened his robe and had his suspicions confirmed, he was wearing a panty and a bra. He lifted is head to watch himself in the mirror. What he saw came as a shock, he looked just like Jack's wife, Margaret. "What have you done to me? Why have you given me the looks of your wife?" "That's a long story. For now we just settle with the fact that from now on you are she. Period. That's the way it's going to be from now on." "Where is Margaret?" "In this room. YOu see, you are Margaret. You will...

When Angie and Priscilla came back, their astonishment at my changed appearance was obvious. Both Denise and I wore full, frilled aprons with multi-colored floral patterns. I blushed, seeing Priscilla's somewhat disbelieving stare as she took in my apron with the large bow at the back, then my hair, which Denise had parted on a different side and held in place by a few judicious bobbi pins. I desperately hoped that they weren't too noticeable. I don't think that Priscilla noticed that my...

Under her watchful eye, I pulled my slip off then blushing, took my bra and falsies off. It was so humiliating, sitting there in front of my ex-wife and secretary in nothing but panties, garter belt and stockings. Kristy saw this and was nice enough to hand me my slip, which I draped over my lap, hoping to hide my obvious excitement, although I wasn't very sure.

Eric had shaved, was partially dressed and was sporting subtle pink lipstick, matching eye-shadow and nails. Eric slipped into his dress and slid on his sandals and after a few adjustments was once again Keri. "You look just like a young lady ready for a beautiful summer day," Melissa giggles, admiring her work. "You must have been practicing. Your're walking and acting so girlish. Wait 'til JoAn and Lisah see you."

In my opinion, my introduction to wearing the lingerie created a major fissure in any remaining masculinity I had. It can be argued that the use of perfume could have been explained away as evidence of a man's cologne but what Dorothy had made for Lunn and myself now was far too pretty to come even close to a man's product. Ane? Women generally have a much more acute sense of smell than men do. There was no fooling them - not a chance. The use of the scent may be perceived as a much lesser...

I felt spasms of delight watching him as, dominated, he was taught how to put rollers in his hair, though he ended up with only three, one at the back and sides. Subdued now, he didn't protest when she applied the lotion from a squeeze bottle to the hair in the rollers. He did flinch a little as she wrapped his hair in a chiffon scarf, before putting the hood of a portable dryer over his head, and turning it on.He started licking his lips nervously when she brought out her manicuring tools. "I...

"Now remember I told you of my business partner who died? What I didn't tell you is that she was murdered by a woman released, in error probably, from an asylum. This was all made possible by another woman who is an accessory to murder. I want to go and get the two of them and bring them back to the States for trial. It's going to be expensive and there is some risk. I know where to go and, your mom and I discussed this, it would be well to act like tourists; a cruise, stay on a remote...

I was mortified! What made it worse was the fact that the girls weren't being mean or scornful. Nothing like that. They were genuinely trying to help me turn myself into a female - in looks and dress anyway. They figured that was what I really wanted. But what they couldn't see was that I had serious difficulty with this. It wasn't that the idea of dressing didn't appeal to me - it did. But in FRONT of them? Oh grief! I started to stammer.  "Girls? Please? I don't..." "Just HUSH!" Reen...

... Geraldine whispered to her. "Does it excite you to dance with a girl?" She let her hand drop on Nicole's shoulder, fingers pressing to turn the younger girl toward her.Nicole's voice was hoarse with a growing feeling. "Yes, several times. I like the way you hold me." She responded to Geraldine's insistent pull and slid on the seat a little closer. The sat belt stopped her but she wasn't annoyed."We seem to fit together, hand in glove, like." She next touched Nicole's lips with her finger...

I knew immediately that there was no sense in struggling. Knew that she was straonger than me. On top of that, I felt that I would show a disrespect for my new sister-in-law if I objected. Found myself slipping helplessly into her arms."My turn! My turn!" Carol was saying and, still breathless, I was floated from Sylvia to Carol, very conscious of my woman's shape on the water as I transfered from one set of tanned arms to another, my own soft pale arms looking weak and womanish. My breasts...

I and the other girls hadn't much to do afterwards and neither Emily nor Betty seemed to have the inclination to do anything but watch Tiffany and Dorothy as they gradually took me over. When Gloria and Jan came in later that afternoon, I pleaded with them silently from my chair as the other two girls had just finished making me up. The guys simply could not believe that the pretty young thing in polka dot dress and white blouse - nor in my lightly, but thoroughly made up face - was the young...

The bathroom mirror confirmed my hopes. I now knew I had the right facial bones and features along with the slender figure... without being a freak on display. I would be a real girl, albeit a girl with a "difference", pursuing the lifestyle of a beautiful, glamorously sophisticated, powerful, successful woman. I fantasized this version of 'me' would have a succession of lovers but I was not at all certain if my lovers would be women, men or an undreamed of combination.I knew this to be an...

That woman! She just loved to tease him. I think at times, even Wendy was scandalized at what she'd make him do. Once she had him take off his shoes - then made him step into a pair of lacy pink satin panties - and pull them up over his outer clothes. Then he had to get fastened into a matching bra - again over his outer clothes. After she had padded his bra, she led him through the store to where Amy and I were sitting enjoying complimentary cokes. I couldn't help it - couldn't stop giggling...

She stared at me for a few seconds - then burst out laughing! "You're not a man, silly You're a pretty little sissy wearing pretty little baby doll pajamas. Stay here with me long enough? I might teach you how to be a lesbian sissy - but tonight? You even think of putting a move on me? I'll put you over my knees and give you a damn good spanking. Now, get your ass into bed Michelle!"Her words may have sounded cruel, but they were said with amused mockery combined with a little real affection....