The week passed uneventfully. Bill made his usual rounds and it was business as usual. Finally it was Friday. The secretary came in and said Bill Clements wanted to see me at noon. `Well, this is probably it,‘ I thought to myself. When I walked into his office, he motioned me to sit down as he was on the phone. Covering the phone, he asked the secretary to get some sandwiches  and coffee. It was all business as usual. I waited patiently as he finally got off...

Out of desperation, Aaron soon finds himself being transformed into a lovely, desirable specimen of femininity. To his great amazement, he makes a wonderful young woman and before long, he is going out on dates with wealthy men who want a discreet encounter with a woman with "something extra." Before he knows what's hit him, Aaron is luxuriating in a world of fancy dresses, beautiful hairdos and long, painted nails. Not to mention discovering that...

Rosalind uses her considerable powers of persuasion to talk Dylan into at least trying the role. Much to his surprise, Dylan starts to rather enjoy being a pretty young woman. Rosalind isn’t done with him just yet, however. She happens to have a gay dentist friend who is trying to keep his sexual orientation secret from his patients. Before he has time to really assess what’s happening to him, Dylan is serving as James’ “girlfriend,” a relationship that...

“What do you think?” He asked. “It’s lovely,” I said. “Fantastic.” “But come look,” Gerald said, “Look what I have bought you.” He took me into the bedroom that was to be mine and pulled open a drawer. I stood back. Stunned. Wide eyed I stared for the drawer was full of lovely camisoles and nylons, another drawer contained more female undergarments and the wardrobe itself contained dresses and skirts and shoes. Gerald registered the surprise on my face. “You...

As Emma was sitting with her thoughts and fears, Casey was wrestling with his own doubts and insecurities. It was a day to remember for sure. All that they’d bought seemed to be telling him that he should be a girl delighting in good fortune. It all seemed so simple. Ruth had been the one to open his eyes to different possibilities and all the characters he could be. Skating had seemed a way of sublimating those thoughts when she’d moved away. Was it the...

Inside, Joe was dying. He didn’t want babes like Bethany seeing him as a male-to-female transsexual. He hated how people were recognizing him and thinking he really was transsexual. How would he ever live all of this down after the State competition? He would have to get his Mom to move to another town, even, perhaps, out of Ohio.

Only a couple of days later, Rich took me out in his car to Grand Stimson Park on Capitoline Hill, for what we both know was going to ba a hot makeup session. Grand Stimson Park was well known as a gathering place for homosexuals, and I had to admit I was a homosexual in girls' clothes, at least when I was with Rich. I had successfully hidden my wig and girls' clothes in my closet at home, though I was afraid my mom might discover them at any time. I sneaked them out...

Carson was silent on the drive back, deep in thought. He understood what he'd been told about a group of girls together. He remembered how catty his cousins could be amongst other girls. He didn't want to be the victim and knew he'd never survive if he was. Should he ask for breast implants? He wanted so much to complete the mission he was preparing for. He'd under gone some transformation already, earrings, belly button piercing, and hair removal. He idly ran his hands through his hair and...

He looked in a large mirror and his hands immediately came up to cover his mouth in shock. His hands flashed long pink nails. His hair had soft waves and shone with a health gleam. The obvious thanks ere the straight bangs that had bench just above his eyebrows, eyebrows that were darker and had neat lines to the arch that had been created. The second thing was that there were blonde highlights in his hair... He wanted to scream, he wanted to protest, but as his mind raced at a hundred miles...

"Needless to say, I was just mortified to think that my husband was some sort of fairy. I almost would rather had you be anything but that. A woman just can't picture her husband as a passive homosexual. My God, you have bo idea how I suffered in that perfumed love nest of yours." "Dam it Betty, I'm not a queer!" he swore angrily turning to face her as his hands clasped together while he tried to control himself. "You know I'm not!" She laughed in sheer joy. "Oh darling, what a cartoon...

"When we get back you are going to have to change clothes." "It's too early for bed." "I don't mean that sort of change," Anna said. "I want you to get used to wearing a dress and higher heels." "Is that essential right now?" "It's compulsory." She looked across at me. "All your boy stuff is going out into storage. You're full-time girl now." "People will see that I'm not." "Then it's going to be up to you to make sure that they don't. Clothes are half the battle, hair, nails. perfume and...

“A contract? What are you talking about?” I asked. “It’s simple, my dear husband. I don’t want to waste my time. If you are serious about dressing as a girl, then I will help you. But before I do, you will have to commit to learning from me. “Wait a minute. What is this here in the contract about me being a little girl, then a teenage girl, then a young woman, and then an adult woman?” I asked. “Don’t worry about that part. It’s just a few steps in your development along the way.We’ll have...

Just as suddenly she released her hold saying, “I just want you to know what we might do if you don’t behave. Do you understand?” Numbly he nodded seeing Miss Baker pick up from the desk top a pair of pale blue ruffled cotton panties! “Put them on, and no funny business,” Sarah repeated applying the pressure once again to remind him of how easy it was for her to torture him. She then released him while Miss Baker handed him thepanties. Meekly he took them into his shaking hands and slipped...

‘‘I’d like you to tell me what you did to my brother last night,’’ Kellie asked next day when she and Sharon took a break together. ‘‘Nothing really,’’ Sharon replied. ‘‘I only said a few words to give him a bit of confidence.’’ ‘‘It was more than that,’’ Kellie insisted. ‘‘You have some power over him.’’ ‘‘Okay. I’ll admit it but you have to understand that I’m not malicious in any of this.’’ Sharon took her coffee and they went to sit in a quiet corner. ‘‘I’m a hypnotist as well as anything...

"I’ve talked to the girls." Zoe caught up with William a few days later."They’ve had a vote and decided that you should come to the carnival night." "That’s really kind, but" "You can be an honorary girl for the occasion. You have to dress up" Zoe stopped William as he was about to decline. "They’ve seen your screensaver and they think you should dress up like her." "But that’s a portrait; she’s from a hundred years ago" William suddenly knew it had been a mistake to put that picture...

From The Dulci Daily Story: "And now what? I do love the thought that I’ve been giving pleasure—I mean literary and sexual pleasure — to males and shemales far and wide. I’ve found it terrifically exciting to reveal what used to be my deepest, darkest secrets, and what are still my wildest fantasies, to anyone who wishes to see. It givesme erections to write about such things; I hope it also gives my readers erections to read about them and see them...