Patricia and Pamela held my shoulders while Aunt Lucille rolled up my pant legs and fitted sheer nylon anklets onto my feet. I had just arrived and been announced by the maid. My lady relatives were waiting for me. I was pounced upon rather unceremoniously, parked in a chair in the study where they were congregated waiting for me, and my penance began. Aunt Lucille opened a shoe box, folded back the tissue and lifted out a fuchsia-colored pump of slipper satin and showed it to me. It was...

He got very scared. “Please,” he began to whimper out an apology. Then her words reached his brain and he reeled as he asked weakly, “What do you mean? You’re not going to tell Mandi and Ebonee, are you?" She smiled and said, “Well, you don’t think that I’m going to let you get away with being a little sissy, do you? You’re going to have to earn the right to wear pretty feminine clothing and I’m the woman that’s going to benefit from your little secret...

Just walking down the hall to the kitchen was a thrilling new set of sensations. The feel of the woman’s underclothes on my body was a constant secret pleasure to me. I found myself getting a strange little thrill from the pull of the garters against the hose sheathing my legs as I walked. I also liked having my waist compressed by the waist cincher I was wearing. And the silky feel of the panties on my genitals and my bottom sent little excitements to my mind. Taken all together, the...

“Just perfect!” exclaimed Lois as she placed a pair of pink, three-inch heel patent leather pumps in front of me. “I told you he was a perfect Little Miss 16!” I placed my right foot into the shoe and found it to be tight. Lois replaced the pair with another size and I slipped into them with no trouble at all. “Now walk like this,” commanded Lois. I watched her walk across the floor to the door and back. I tried to imitate her as best I could. I had never worn heels before and I didn’t want to...

“Rise and shine, sweetheart. We have a big day ahead of us,” Mrs. VanBeau greeted cheerfully as she kissed the forehead of her effeminate charge. As Shelley rubbed his eyes, Mrs. VanBeau drew down the satin comforter and top sheet. “Oh my, what’s this?” she gasped in shocked motherly surprise. “Shelley, it looks like you had an accident during the night. You’ve made a mess of the sheets and your fiancé’s darling pajamas. Did you play with yourself?” “Why, n-n-no Mother VanBeau,” poor Shelley...

She began to notice a slight change in the way he held himself. It had been three months since they had started the work with Body By Fisher. When she held him in her arms she could feel the difference in his waist, much smaller. The hips were expanding. The bust enlarging into almost an AA cup. He was conscious of this and avoided wearing tight knit sport shirts when he went out. One evening he came down to dinner in one of her dressing gowns. “My, don’t we look beautiful,” she said. “Oh, do...

Tom stood in front of the mirror, a fan in his hand practicing curtsying and the quiet, female voice he was to use during his four-day sojourn. For reasons he could not explain, he found mimicking a female came quite naturally to him. Prudence stood behind him, directing her pupil in the ways of womanly grace. Tom could hardly believe the transformation that had taken place. He was wearing a pale blue dress which fitted snuggly at his...

Mr. Lopez was alone when I was ushered into his private office. He faced that view over the coast but my chair had its back to all that. ‘‘I want you and your girlfriend to play, she probably told you that.’’ He lit a cigar. ‘‘Did she tell you the rest?’’ ‘‘Nothing else,’’ I said. ‘‘What else?’’ ‘‘I want you to be identically dressed, like my girls,’’ he said. ‘‘I want you to be the same as her.’’ ‘‘I don’t think I want to do that.’’ ‘‘You want to keep...

The burning subsided to a pleasant warmth. Ferguson released his nose and each breath Bartholomew took in made his head fuzzy, his body lighter. “You may release her, gentlemen,” Ferguson advised. The stable hands left. Bartholomew wanted to take some action, wasn’t sure what, but couldn’t. His body was relaxed, tingling and seemed to be almost floating; his head was filled with clouds. His mind was peaceful, placid, like a pleasant dream. He smiled unconsciously. “That’s...

As a final touch, Vickie took out a small perfume atomizer and sprayed me lightly. She left for a few minutes and then returned. “My, my, I do think that Obsession is the real you, Sweetie. It’ll drive the men wild...” I really didn’t want to hear that. It was bad enough to be dressed this way but to think that a man might... I dreaded seeing anyone that I knew. I was glad that the drag party would be over tomorrow night. I didn’t intend to ever go...

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...

“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...

"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...

"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...

"What can I get for you Miss?" It is a good question and one I literally cannot answer as I have no voice and have not thought about it at all. "Would you like a drink?" the barman asks again - putting the same question in a different manner. I blush and fiddle with the straps of my handbag nervously. There is a thin man with a rugged complexion standing at the bar by a stool. His wearing a nice suit; a trilby hat and a buff colored Mac are laying of the adjacent stool with a newspaper on...

"It seems you are in a very tight spot, Allen," she began. "You denied any involvement with the counterfeit ring though you bear a striking resemblance to the one described as a 'person of interest' that they are still looking for. If the police and FBI had sufficient evidence again you there is no doubt that you would have been arrested before this. "You have law enforcement watching you closely and now there has been on attempt on your life. Sooner or later, one of these two is bound to...