‘‘You smell nice.’’ Emma picked him up from his second weekend. ‘‘I’m pleased you approve.’’ He leaned over the car seat and kissed her gently. ‘‘I think it’s a perfume that you used to use ages ago when I first met you.’’ ‘‘Mm, I really like that scent.’’ Emma hugged him back and looked at him hard. ‘‘There’s something about you.’’ ‘‘It’s sweet of you to notice,’’ he replied. ‘‘I’ve had a lovely couple of days. I can’t wait to come back.’’ ‘‘You really enjoyed it?’’ ‘‘Oh yes, it’s been...

Yes, it was satisfied! Very much so, in fact, as the mirror, or, rather, the entity within it, analyzed the thoughts and body processes it had read in its prey’s mind during the brief probe. It had pulled an image from his mind, then flashed it back for a split second in order to gauge the man’s reaction and receptivity along with the potential capacity for resistance. Pleased with its findings, it had fed, only a taste, really, then replaced what it took with something else only a little...

He had fifteen minutes to wait until his dinner was done. The image of the red panties was drawing him like a magnet to the blue-topped box. Scarcely aware of what he was doing, Jerry opened the box and removed the panties. He hadn’t noticed before how soft the fabric felt, almost like a mother’s caress. A strange thought crossed his mind. Would they feel as sensual wearing them as they did in his hands? An odd thought coming from a man who had never considered wearing a pair of panties in his...

It felt suddenly strange to be wearing a bra and panties; ones that looked pretty and matched in pale lavender shades. It felt even stranger when breast forms were placed in the bra cups. The sudden weight and protrusion was a sensation all of its own. ‘‘Couldn’t they be smaller and lighter?’’ I asked in shock as they wobbled against my skin. ‘‘They’re only small,’’ Cheryl replied. They’re not as big as Jasmine’s; more like my size.’’ ‘‘Mine are bigger for professional reasons.’’ Jasmine...

Zolanda pointed her ring finger and recited a mantra. The sapphire in the ring radiated an almost blinding white light, as if it were intensely hot. The human men and boys fell to the inlaid stone pavement, writhing in pain. Some of the human women screamed and tried to reach them, but the Bozarg held them in place. A white crust covered the men, who now lay quivering in place. Next, panic spread through the women and girls when they realized it was their turn, as Zolanda pointed at them and...

Meanwhile, the expansion of my chest seemed to go on unabated. They grew out so fast that I was soon sporting small but undeniable breasts that pushed the soft fabric of my various blouses out in definite, small cones of flesh. Honey had put a bra in with that marvelous set of clothing and lingerie that I had bought, but it was so large that I knew it had been added just as a reminder for whom the clothing had really been designed. Now as I blossomed out, I began to wonder if she had not had a...

“Hey Frankie, Frankie, you look as pretty as a picture.” And I could see Nancy was pleased with her handiwork too. Of course, the canvas was good. Let me take a minute to describe myself: I was about 5 foot and 5 inches tall and I weighed in at 120 lb., a result of not having enough to eat. Ever. And I had fine bone structure. Bob wasn’t the first person to say I looked like a girl. A teacher had said it to me and a girl I fancied too and an auntie and the nurse when I got my flu shot. You get...

Tony looked at himself in the mirror. I don’t believe this. “Okay Tony...” she stopped to correct herself. “Maybe we should give you a more fitting name.” The youth went from embarrassed to confused. “Huh?” “You know,” she explained, “something more feminine.” “Candi,” he pleaded, “don’t you think this has gone far enough?” She giggled. I haven’t even started you silly little sissy. Tony didn’t know what she was thinking, he was too scared to ask. He decided not to protest any longer. “Tonya...

Robert was dazed by the sight of his reflection in the mirror. It if wasn’t for the glaring discrepancy of the male genitals, he would have believed he was in the body of a beautiful and well-built woman. Trying to ignore the protrusion between his legs, Robert twisted this way and that, trying to see every inch of his sensuous appearing body.

‘‘I don’t understand." I looked at him as he leaned towards me and quickly kissed me on the lips. ‘‘Now do you understand?’’ he asked quietly. ‘‘You haven’t slapped me or screamed, so I don’t think you object too much to being kissed." ‘‘I’ve never been kissed before." I was shocked by his action and my reaction. I didn’t feel threatened and I wasn’t scared.

“You know Eddie, a little make up would do wonders for you. Your new face is boyish but some makeup would make it girlish, and would be right in keeping with the outfit. “Aw come on,” he said. “Don’t even think about it. Enough is enough.” She looked at him and shrugged. “Okay big shot maybe you want to handle your problems by yourself. I’ll drive you back to your place in the morning and you work it out with Big Joe.” She turned to leave the room when Eddie grabbed her arm. “I was only...

`A female?‘ Larry sat upright in shock. Looking down at his body, the first thing he saw was a pronounced cleavage visible through the sweetheart neckline of the top Kathy had put on an hour earlier. A top he was now wearing himself! Barely able to contain the contents of his stomach, he quickly checked the rest of his body. Kathy smiled and returned to the bed and began pulling her socks on. “Exactly what I said would happen, darling. We exchanged bodies. Now, maybe you’ll believe me when I...

“Honey, before I tell you what I have in mind, I’d like to ask you some questions.” There was the barest of hesitations, as though she really didn’t know how to approach the subject “...about you liking to wear girl’s clothing. I know that you love to do it, wear girl’s clothing I mean, but what I’d like to know is, why?” Why did I like to dress like a girl? That was something I’d like to know myself. The desire to dress like a girl had both thrilled and scared me.... ... “It’s really...

‘‘This isn’t going to be easy for you, so get that into your mind.’’ Bella sounded really strict. ‘‘You’ve got to be real and be convincing.’’ ‘‘But I’m not a girl,’’ I protested. ‘‘I never wanted to be.’’ ‘‘But you have a contract to be a girl.’’ She stared me into silence. ‘‘You can either embrace it or enjoy it, or you’re going to have an awful time.’’ ‘‘I guess you’re right, but how do I enjoy it.’’ ‘‘The first thing to understand is that being a girl is good,’’ Bella said. ‘‘Get it...

“I would like to take our fantasy one step further. I want you to don an outfit from among my things each evening upon our arrival home,” she said seriously. “I also had two wigs custom made for you to wear, both jet black to match my own hair coloring.” “Two wigs?” “Yes, for you to wear depending on the time of the evening. One is drawn tightly back into a bun and the other with the tresses falling long and free like mine when I prepare for bed.” “In other words,” I said, a little...

After the physical, the doctor turned on this slide projector and began giving me this really detailed lecture on human sexuality and reproduction. I mean like really graphic. Then he began explaining about the physical, mental and emotional changes that a male goes through, when he’s put on something called female hormone therapy. And he explained all about that to me as well. He spent a lot of time and attention on how especially effective it is, when it’s administered to someone as young as...