"And you understand, Cody, for the next week, or until your Mother deems it appropriate, you will be a third grade girl here at Jefferson and not a third grade boy. You will act accordingly or remain in dresses unto you do learn to do so." Ms. Callahan began "If you create any problems whatsoever, you will immediately be demoted to kindergarten where you will be expected to act like any other kindergarten girl. You are certainly dressed for the part. And from what I have been led to understand...

Looking at my reflection in the full length mirror, I was astounded to see that I not only was attractive, but I would have liked to date a girl who looked as good as I did them. The only problem was, wearing these things gave me a perpetual hard on, and I hoped it didn't show."Okay, let's go downstairs and see if Eleanor agrees that you are as attractive as I believe you are. I'm almost jealous of your appearance, and when your hair grows out a bit, we'll be able to make you more...

If the shopping experience was an emotional shock to his system, his return home was worse. As he surveyed his room and its feminine contents, the inescapable reality of his new existence hit him full force. Everywhere he gazed he saw feminine finery and lacy frills. It was painfully obvious that his mother and aunt intended him to become a very feminine young lady.

Chris looked blankly at her, hesitating as she held out the panties she had put out for him."Put these on, you little sissy, or I'll bloody your damned nose again." She threatened, raising her hand as if to strike him. He immediately opened the robe, took the panties and stepped into them, pulling the silken fabric up over his hips. He was so mortified at the development that he failed to notice how snugly the panties fit his plump bottom. Then, before he could react, Sara had reached around...

"Girls don't do that here." (said Aunt Jo)"Girls, what do you mean?" (said Bobby)"Well look at yourself. You don't look like a boy do you?""But i am a boy.""Not here you aren't. You don't have any boy clothes for one. For another there's the way you acted last year. I won't have that behaviour in my home and your mother told me that keeping you petticoated changed you. Well, that's fine with me. You are young enough to stay petticoated and undetected until you go home. Now, it can be just our...

Now that I had embarked on this new life, I found that I was addicted to sexiness. I adored the short skirts and high heels - I practically never wore flats - tops which showed some cleavage, red nails, full make-up, flowing hair. Mother was amused that even if I was hanging around the house for some time I always took time over my appearance. But I went out every day, even if only to browse the shops or go to a movie. I was very aware of the admiring glances of men and boys and enjoyed them...

"I know you're a man, but we'll have to change your outward appearance at once, so it doesn't disturb the guests. You see, most of the women chose this facility because of the 'no men allowed' rule, wanting to leave behind any hint of the previously demoralizing relationships with men. They certainly need no reminding from you. It's important we avoice any complaints from the guests (I remembered the receptionist's reaction), so your image must change immediately to that of a female."She...

"How do you like them?" she asked."Huh?" I played dumb."Your new tits, dummy," she replied in an exasperated voice. "How do you like them?"Her tone of voice said that I was a dunce and that I should have immediately understood what she was talking about. When I didn't immediately respond she was forced to continue and her vindictiveness showed through. The "I showed you" attitude was obvious in her voice as she crowed. "Since you like to play with things that fit into a bra, I made sure the...

Well the result of the bet was to be a sort of winner-take-all or, even worse, loser-lose-all since for the winner it was "business as usual, trophy, praise, etc.". And, to make matters even worse, the flames of this"competition" had been fanned to a fever pitch, so much so that not only did the whole school get into the "spirit" but, as I had hinted at above, also both communities manged to dip in up to what seemed to be a bit above the ears (but no problem there, however as there didn't seem...

From Mistaken Identity...Stan was stunned to find himself confronted by six beautiful women. All were dressed the same. All wore a severely tight fitting, strapless, one piece shiny, black leather, skirted suits that extended to just above the to just above the knee. Their legs were encased n black nylon lace hose which extended down to shiny one inch pumps. From their bare shoulders extended long lovely arms encased up to the elbows in black leather gloves. They all stood around him, hands on...

She looked over my shoulder, "Hi Charlotte, I was just filling Francis in on Margaret's condition.""Isn't that something," Charlotte was shaking her head, as she took my arm and walked me to the front, "let's leave rose alone."At the front counter she continued, "She's got all kinds of deadlines to meet, so I try to keep all distraction away, so she cam complete everything properly. It's coming to our busy season and this thing with Margaret couldn't have happened at a worse time. Francis,...

From Halloween Surprise..."There is another way," said Candace with a smile. "We did it, and so can you.""What did you do?" asked Kerry in John's voice, confused."A few years ago, we were all like you," continued Candice, "but we had our men's outer body changed to match the inner woman. We're talking about a detailed change far beyond mere hormones and reassignment surgery.""I've got to sit down," said Kerry, as Janet offered her a chair. "It's too astounding to believe, that any of you were...

From LIttle Miss Prim..."You must train that voice, Darling!" she observed when the song was done. " believe that few young girls can sing so well, and I know!""I'd rather not." I replied a bit uncomfortably. I've tried very hard to speak only in masculine tones since high school.""You will learn," she concluded rather sternly, and then smiled. "I can see no reason for your embarrassment. After all it will only be for a few weeks and you will be among us women. Humor me, Carling, and try to be...

From The Training Bra..."As difficult as this is for you. I think you must try your best to make ago of it. I will know pretty much what is going on and I will try to keep things from getting too bad. I have asked the faculty to ignore your appearance and not to comment on it or otherwise add to your embarrassment. Mr. Bramson notwithstanding. Coaches are like that. It's part of coaching. If you can ignore the taunts and the ragging, try to get along with Kenneth and help him out. I think you...

I went into the bathroom and the thought of having to use the women's room started me crying again. Looking at myself in the mirror as I dried my tears and fixed my make-up, and I think I really saw for the first time how different I was. My lips, eyes, and nose don't look like they used to, and I can see now that Marla made sure it was going to be very hard for me to ever look like 'David' again! I sat in the toilet stall for maybe fifteen minutes pondering all this shit. I listened to the...

Finally Ms. Duval entered the house. She was holding what looked like a riding crop under her arm. She was dressed in a manner I had never seen before. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun. The lines of her makeup were sharper than usual. She wore a charcoal gray jumpsuit with padded shoulders. Her petite feet were encased in nude stockings and rested in 3 inch clear sandals.She wasn't smiling. She took command of the situation immediately. "Mr. Legrand has asked me to do the school a favor and...