The panties were no problem of course, but the bra was one of these Wonderbras that squeezed everything together, thrusting my breasts out almost horizontally and creating a huge cleavage. Martina laughed delightedly as she adjusted the buckles on the shoulder straps. "Whooooeee!" she giggled. "Gonna get the johns all excited!""John? How come you know John?" I asked."Johns honey! Johns. Customers!" Tiffany explained."Oh I said lamely. "Martina? What do I do with this?" holding the garter belt...

"Now throw those panties in the hamper and Mummy will tuck you into one of her panty girdles so that no one will ever guess what you have. Put on a pair of my panties first. Aren't you just going to love wearing my things?"He nodded in embarrassed anticipation. He squirmed inwardly at the thought of wearing his Mummy's grownup styled intimates."Darling, we're going to have to shop for things that are more appropriate for a young teen. For now we're going to use some of cousin Ellen's outgrown...

Michelle was now home free. She was equipped with a car and the keys to the house. She could stay as long as she wanted. Just in case David had the house under 24 hour surveillance and an agent was never far from Michelle. Michelle thrived in her new role. She felt free at last. The fact that she had to appear as Marco a few more times was considered only a minor inconvenience. She met Marco's lawyer from time to time and they soon started to date. The lawyer, Peter Dearborn, knew that...

Back in the stall Brian struggled momentarily with his bonds but the chains were strong; he had picked them out himself. He could barely move an inch in either direction and there was no escape. He tested the strength of the chains over and over again but to no avail as the minutes passed on.Suddenly he heard footsteps outside the stall door and froze. Someone was standing there reading the sign that Martha had hung. He heard a chuckle and then the door opened. "Oh this is kinky," a...

In any event, I had a feeling that your male cute looks would easily be transformed into a woman's. I was right, so that was the easy part. Clothes came next, another easy fix. My being a big girl, we're about the same size. The hard part was really your acceptance!"Lee then said, "Y,know, Anne, if anyone else had suggested this, I would have said, 'Hell no!' and kicked like mad. But it was you, my closest friend, next to Troy. And since I'll be working where everybody'll know... I could have...

The make-up artists went to work right away. All the way they explained what they did and why. Slowly the faces turned from male to female and vice versa. Our friends watched in amazement what was going on. Brett watched the man being made up into a woman. He paid close attention to what was going on and asked lots of questions. Finally only the wig remained. It was placed on the man's head and tightened. It was brown and reached down to the man's shoulders. It was combed out and the man was...

My heart lurched within me as I saw what she had draped over the back of a chair. Through time, I'd learned that what she dressed me in when she wanted me 'femme' was an indication of what was in store for me. Whites, pinks, neutral colors? She just wanted to punish me. The undies draped over the chair were midnight blue.. I was in some trouble, but they were not black, thank God.

The more he noticed, he began to feel inwardly slightly intimidated. He was not afraid for her, yet he was almost in awe of her. Chris's day-to-day demeanor had not changed, but he began to feel somewhat submissive to her. Dana was not dominated, but automatically he self-sublimated himself to this new Chris. He gradually comforted himself, not being an envious or competitive man, to be her counterpart; a true complement. Plainly put, without precisely stating so to himself, Dana felt...

Next morning Harald came down to breakfast dressed in a skirt and a blouse. On his feet he had a pair of flats. His face was made up for daytime and he wore his blonde medium length wig. Both mother and sister liked what they say. "What do you call yourself as a girl?" his sister asked. "I call myself Hanna.""That's not a proper name for a Norwegian girl." his mother said, amongst us your name will be Hanne. That's the proper Norwegian version of that name."Harald understood that his mother...

At precisely 9, I entered the unlocked door of the room that Samantha had indicated to me earlier. It was dimly lit, only by several large candles that burned on metal chalices in the corners. A large black leather padded horse, similar to one used by gymnasts sat in the center of the room. It stood about 36" high and rested on chrome metal legs. There were two metal eye-bolts at the top of the horse protruding through the leather at the ends and several more trimming the legs - one every...

From the moment Jim had driven away from Samantha's house, I couldn't stop thinking about him... I was finally starting to think that maybe I was meant to be a woman all along. The feelings that were overwhelming me now, had just been buried under so many men's suits and business tie's that I had forced myself to wear far too long.

"Your skin is already softening young lady. It doesn't take long at this dosage! Do you feel warm at all?"I shook my head yes as best I could."It's just the effect of the hormones compounded with the heat of the laser that removed your body hair. It'll pass," he added. Then he pulled up my nightgown and tugged down my nylon panties. "These will begin shrinking rather rapidly after today. If you have trouble urinating we will have to install a catheter, but they are not much fun. But I think...

They arrived at the shop just as it opened on a Saturday morning. BEa took her son straight to the young girl department and started to look around. She soon found something she liked and that might look good on Larry. She took the garments and dragged Larry into a fitting room to try them on. They were all a perfect fit. When Larry was asked to give a comment , he just mumbled something unintelligible. Bea decided to buy them all. "This will be a good start on your feminine wardrobe," she...

I could have said I meant Sunday, but that would only delay facing what I had said and had meant to say to Patty. Sooner or later I would have to accept that I told Patty that we had a date to go to a concert on Sunday. Patty was a neat kind; bright, pretty, sexy, attractive, a good dresser, but no matter how you described her, she still had that thing that made her a boy. And where I was growing up thinking twice about someone like Patty was something you never woned up to, even to...

It was going to be me being me. Period. I forced myself to being, not masquerading as a sexyu turn-on beauty, but simply being myself. A beautiful woman who didn't wet her panties at the sight of herself in a mirror. My getting hard-ons making myself feminine and making myself due to that was fetichistic. Women getting damp over their beauty were simply narcissists. A big difference. They didn't stop to escalate their moistness to the point of orgasm because of their attractiveness. A woman...

I walked out the door and to the limo. The driver opened the door for me and I sat in. The ride was smooth and I soon started thinking about my situation. Here I was in a limo, far from home, transformed into a woman and on my way to a film studio. Suddenly I felt very vulnerable. What was I doing? What if something happened? I was made into a woman with artificial breasts, a gaff that looked just like a female front, a corset so tight around my waist that it hurt. And I knew no way to remove...