I saw two or three people I knew at Morton but I had changed enough, my hair in particular, that I don’t think anyone knew me there. I was bemoaning that fact to Julie at her home. She was looking for summer work, just like me.“Why don’t you sing?” Julie asked me, right out of the blue, as we sat together in her living room, studying the Classifieds in the local rag. There were only about five red circles around ads we could even try for, landscaping and telemarketing, with a hundred people...

I didn't have a clue what Andy was talking about. I didn't tell him my name. How could I? I didn't know yet who I was going to be for a while. I definitely wasn't going to tell him my real name, John Samuel Barrington. And I wasn't going to tell him that I was also Samantha Carter, the missing singer from the reality show, Voice of the Americas, and he could earn $100,000, the latest reward offering, by turning me in to officials of the show who were making quite a fortune...

The prison guards in their zeal to recapture the escapee grabbed the first person they found in the vicinity of the accident. The only trouble with that action was that the replacement was a young boy. He was unsuccessful in convincing anyone in the search party that he wasn’t a girl and definitely not Rebecca Conyers. The searchers found him near Becky’s discarded prison uniform and fetters and the conclusion at the time was that she was trying to use “being a boy as a ploy to avoid...

The Marie Conyers incarcerated at Twin Valleys / Training Services – Women was in fact a boy who was captured at the scene of the accident and was used by the late Julia Edmunds to protect her perfect record as a warden. She had never had a prisoner escape on her watch and she needed a body to keep her head count correct while the search continued for the real Conyers. The fact that Conyers was on the loose was never disclosed to anyone except the few people I named in this document. After a...

Karol becomes Caroline to enter the womanless beauty pageant. A misbehaving young man with a panty fetish is turned into a full-fledged cross dressing well-behaved sissy by his dominant girlfriend with the permission and assistance of his mother.Ultimately he is force to live a girl's life under the instructions of his girlfriend's mom along with his mom's girlfriends. And while looking and having to act as a girl everyone knows that he is a boy learning to pass as a girl as he is the town's...

And mom explained, "Laura told me she believes that if a boy feels feminine he would always do better in such pageants. So I think in addition to keeping you dressed as a girl, you will need to continue helping out the the feminine chores around the house. Gosh knows you weren't helping out with the manly responsibilities. And on the other hand, for a while dear you were really a help with the household chores and a pleasure to have around. So I think you need to bet back to vacuuming and...

Then the sale manager, Sally by name, thought for a moment and asked,"Is your son a sissy boy... I mean does he enjoy dressing up as a girl and pretending to be a girl? I mean is this fun for him?"Mom told her, "Oh no! I don't think he likes it at all... well perhaps a little. But I don't think he expected to find himself a full time girl or that he wants to be a full time girl. But he knows that he has to do it and will do it and that he had better learn his part for the pageant. The deal is...

She put an arched foot in his face and he knew what to do, had done it before. He kissed her toes, thrilled by the stale attar. His lips trembled as he nibbled at her little toe, ran his tongue over the small red nail. He looked up at her under his eyebrows, saw her nod, that smile of satisfaction which pleased her so. She pressed at his lips and he took her little toe in his mouth, sucked. "Yes, you have such a talented mouth, Winnie. Suck hard, show me how much you've missed our little...

Winthrop stood naked in front of the full length mirror inside his walk in closet. He examined his chest. noted the darker. seemingly larger aureola and elongated nipples. There was no doubt about it, his pectorals underneath were swollen, small conical mounds which made his nipples jut. If he didn't know any better he'd think he was growing breasts. Maybe he did know better, just didn't want to admit it. Several weeks had passed since he'd slept in Golden's bed. He didn't want to think about...

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...

"I was like you at first," Said Ashley, looking at the feminized male with large intense blue eyes. "Yanamari knew my mother before she passed and -""I don't want to know Ashley. I'm doing this as a surprise for Chanel. This is one last time. Don't you understand?""I understand more than you know sweet Jerry," she said sympathetically. "Chanel and Yanamari are a breed apart from most women. They belong to a radical feminist organization. It's called the Cytherea Coterie. They want to make men...

By the time Jerry got home that night he discovered he was completely comfortable in the feminine undergarment Chanel had given him. In fact, he's forgotten he was wearing them until he disrobed that evening. His first thought was to strip out of them. He lingered in front of the mirror in the bedroom, looked at the reflected feminine image, shrugged his shoulders and went to the closet, found a nylon wrap. That night he slept in a slick shorty Chanel had given him earlier. Why not? He was...

Totally unaware of how girlish he was beginning to look Tara and I agreed it was time for Step Two. “Would you mind terribly if my roommate from college, and my very best friend, came to stay with us for a couple of months or so?” I asked one day. “She’s just been through a horrible divorce. Her husband was a wife beater and even put her in the hospital a couple of times,” Which wasn’t true, Tara had never gotten married. “Oh how terrible, of course not, she can stay as long as she likes,” He...

IV. Jeremy Fulton I didn't believe a word Cecilia Luciano said. Her eyes told me I was a dead man. I knew she'd kill me without a second thought as soon as she got hold of the stash I'd stolen from her brother, Don Ernesto. She looked at me and understanding came into her eyes. She put two and two together really fast. She knew what I was thinking. "Ernie was boxed tonight." Cecilia said with a sardonic smile. "No-one has the right to take out my brother but me. Now, I have to get even." She...

16. NancyWe girls, ooh, fashion models, we really were, clattered down the steps, giggling together, as we left the room where we'd put on our show. Gosh, how we now walked just like the girls we were supposed to be, models, wiggling our tushes, flicking out long hair over our bare shoulders. Yes we wore fashions by Jame Molloy, tiny skirts that showed off our long, lovely legs and tiny tops that showed off the female attributes that shapely feminized us so much, the wobbling breasts that we...