"I'm not actually a woman" Silence followed Lynn's rather incomprehensible revelation. "Hello?" she explored the silent line. "What do you mean?" hesitantly, Andy conducted his own puzzled exploration. "Well," she let it go, "you know how I could understand all you told about Viet Nam, how I could sort of anticipate some things you would relate. That's because I was there. I don't have a brother. I'm my brother. I'm not really a female, I'm just trying to be one." In spite of the thoroughness...

"I understand your feelings, but that aside, your penalty for the coming week is as follows. When you return home today and from school each day, you will practice applying your new makeup for an hour. Then, you will change into one of your new dresses, complete with the proper undies, and walk a chalk line in your highest heels for an hour with a book on your head. After dinner, you can practice your makeup application for another hour and walk for another hour in your heels. As to the diet...

Shirley and Janice sent the rest of the afternoon and into early evening being extremely rude to Annabelle (ed.: the renamed husband), and humiliating her as much as they possible could. "Are you a prissy little tart?" demanded Shirley at one point. "Answer me." "Err... Yes Mistress", answered Annabelle, who was promptly told by Shirley. "For God's sake! Whoever heard of a girl with a deep voice like yours? Moderate it girl! Moderate it! Think girly thoughts and speak in a higher tone....

"I know most of you are self-conscious in your uniforms at present, but ss all of you are all dressed the same, there's no reason to be uneasy in this class. As for your makeup, freshmen are allowed no more than concealer, foundation, blusher, eyeliner and nail polish. You will earn the correct application techniques for these cosmetics in this class." "We're boys, why do we have to wear makeup and nail polish?" rang out in the classroom. Isn't having to wear skirts and silly blouses with a...

But there was a problem. I hadn't said it to Katherine, but I was worried at how feminine I looked: what with my tight pants and my glistening, though uncolored fingernails, it was only a matter of time, I feared, before someone mistook me for a girl. I guess the people who saw me most often, my classmates, didn't notice because the changes to my appearance came so gradually, like my lengthening, softening hair. My fingernails too were lengthening since Melanie insisted that I must neve clip...

It did not happen right away, actually doing something on his own initiative, but all the same, Gordon was hooked into femininity from the moment that he could not turn his face away from the mirror. Head firmly held in place by Lark's head buried in the other side of his neck, Gordon was forced to view how pretty he looked. He could have closed his eyes in disgust at how easily feminine he could appear. But just as with his previous extramarital affairs, a pretty face always drew his...

"But how can I pass myself off as a girl?" Vicki smiled as she buzzed Marilyn. I followed Marilyn to what seemed like a small beauty parlor. She put a pink smock over my clothes and seated me facing away from the mirror that covered one wall. "Just relax and leave everything to me." She began to do my makeup! After my hair was combed and sprayed in fair imitation of a pixie cut. Marilyn turned my chair to the mirror. I was suddenly convinced that Vicki Fairmont wasn't totally mad and that I...

One day, in walked Mrs. Aurora Spillane and my life changed forever. Such a large commanding woman Few women have the aura of Aurora. When she enters a crowded room heads turn. Everyone takes notice of her statuesque beauty, that sensual demeanor. She fairly exudes sex. It is like she subconsciously conveys promises of things forbidden and terribly sexual. Aurora Spillan used to make my palms sweat. Her deep dark eyes would bring a blush to my cheeks, redden my pale complexion and almost...

Then later, when I came home from Aurora's still dressed, her and auntie insisted I wear the girl's clothes home. Aunt Martha stopping at the Antique Warehouse and Buster catching me sitting outside in the van, complimenting me on how I was dressed. How pretty I looked... My aunt stalling, encouraging me to go for a ride with Buster. My dear aunt who had once caught us in a dark aisle of the stockroom wnem Buster was coming on to me. Suddenly there I was with Buster, coming back from that...

The criminalist stands passively beside the compartment. Steinberg watches her face as he uncovers the body from the neck up. Seeing the ghostly pale face register's on the tall olive-skinned woman. Her dark eyes crinkle and her lip quivers. The other woman, taller and skinny, turns away, them moves to the olive-skinned one, hugs her, whispers something in her ear. Steinberg glances at Donatello, who is watching from the other side of the roll-out refrigerated compartment. She says nothing,...

I looked at my reflection in the glass door. I was dressed modestly, denim skirt down to my knees, plain blouse, thick tights, and low heel workable shoes. My hair was kept behind in a high ponytail and my makeup was very discreet. My only accessory was my tiny gold studs on my pierced ears; that was a recent present from Miss Linda who handed me in an envelope my reference letter addressed to Miss Jennifer Blackman and inspected me this morning before my departure. In a largish shoulder...

I then asked Quent about the time we coincidentally got a string of cases. The "catch-'em-in-the-act" divorce proof cases. It was almost as if it was declared open season to dump your spouse. But you needed your local rent-a-cop to validate or invalidate - the pre-nuptial agreement... As it was, the guy (ed. that Stretchy had been assigned to follow) was a nomad. He didn't have one steady mistress, always picking up a willing first date partner. He was that smooth. I could...

"Pre-colored glue-ons honey." Anne chuckled once she had gotten her breath back and seeing my reaction. "I'll file them down in a while." she contorted herself until she sat on the edge of the bed and said with a smile of anticipation. "Go and wash your face and then come back and sit at my dressing table. I'm going to really pamper you and see just how good looking a slut I cam make you into." She was already removing her sodden panties, and looked up clucking. "Now honey! Not next week, get...

A few hours later I sat in my office trying to concentrate on pulling together my marketing scheme for a new client who as about to import an environmentally friendly brand of coffee from Brazil. I was almost entirely dressed in Diane's clothes, yet each item could pass for male apparel. Every time I moved some novel sensation reminded me of this humiliating truth. The corset restricted every breath. I was light-headed for lack of oxygen. Over it was a pearl colored shirt, which could pass for...

And so my wife, after giving Maria permission in front of her aunt to continue with my feminization... for the day or so I was supposed to have been there... she gave me a kiss and bid me goodbye and whispered to me, "Enjoy the time in your feminine finery. I know you will. And you can become as girly as you like dear... but just remember that I still expect one manly duty from you. And you know what that is." And her hand without notice patted my crotch. And I just kept telling...

I started to pant in fear. "Please ladies? Don't make me to this. Please?" Sandra patted my arm comfortingly. "Oh - for goodness sake little sissy Denny. We've no intention of making you change into your pretty new sissy outfit right at this minute - not if you don't want to! That is way beyond our supervisory capacity or authority! We'll just wait until everybody else comes in and we'll take a vote! I'm pretty sure that things will go our way. Then we'll make you! So it's up to you. Why don't...