The next few days were a blur for Tony. The last thing he remembered about Wednesday morning was the nurse strapping him onto the gurney and telling him to relax. Since two procedures were performed, the surgeon gave him general anesthesia. He vaguely remembered Laura helping him up the steps and onto his bed. Pain and semi-consciousness filled the next two days. Dr. Ausberger prescribed a strong dosage of acetaminophen and codeine that kept Tony asleep most of the time. ...

When Luke stepped away from the table, Charlie could see that Luke was wearing a calf-length black skirt. He had also changed shoes and was now wearing a pair of low-heeled ones instead of the loafers he had been wearing earlier. There was enough light that Charlie could see a soft sheen on Luke's ankles. He was obviously wearing nylons.Seeing Charlie's odd expression, Luke intuited the reason for it, and said, "Well I was making this nice dinner, and I thought would be more appropriate if I...

On the way home, Trevor became more aggressive After pulling out of the parking lot, he placed his hand on Denise's knee. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to offend him and place possible business in jeopardy. She didn't want to encourage him either. She sat quietly and left his hand there. He parked the car in the adjoining lot and opened the doof for her. He insisted on escorting her to the door.As Denise opened the door, TRevor practically forced his way in side. Before she knew...

At seven in the morning, Ruth lay in bed thinking, "I would imagine Stella has butterflies in her stomach," she thought. She ran her plans over in her mind. The future looked to be on course. Hadn't she forced her views on poor Stella and forced her into female clothes? Ruth shortly would be leaving to go to London on business. For Stella, or David, exams were soon to take place and after that would come his eighteenth birthday. Ella and her husband would be asked if David could join her...

Gena knew that something was up with Millie. Millie was acting nervous and not in a good way. "How did the date go?" asked Gena. Millie had promised to give her all the fun details. "It went ok. Actually, Rhett is coming here today for coffee with me at the shop. We are going to continue getting to know each other, to see what happens, I guess."Gena smiled. "That's so nice . I'm glad Millie. Do you think that this may be the one who will take you down the aisle?"Millie groaned and...

Returning to bed, I felt a very strange and humbling sensation. For some reason, the outfit, the make-up, and the one-sided love making were all making me feel very pliant, almost like I was some sort of obedient, docile lesbian slave, not just the slut she wanted. This strange emotion swept through me, altering my usual, very strong masculine inclinations and I felt oddly very contented, as though the position was part of my inherent, basic personality. It was an almost masochistic rage, a...

I took a deep breath and walked into my first school dance as a girl. The dance hall looked the same but it felt so different. A little nicer perhaps, I thought. The balloons looked very pretty and all the boys looked very handsome in their suits and ties. All the boys seemed to have dates so I headed over to the drink table to get a drink."You look really pretty," a boy said. "Why, thank you.""My name is Jake. What's yours?" Jake asked."It's Stephanie.""That's a lovely name. Would you...

"What's on the agenda for tomorrow," Lynn asked."Tomorrow we accessorize!" Freddie said with a laugh.Lynn laughed with him and said. "I hope this isn't going to keep you away from the salon too much.""I don't work for the salon. I am Carrie's person assistant," Freddie answered. "So what's the rest of the agenda for us?" Lynn inquired. "Saturday, we will work on your mannerisms, walking, sitting  and so forth. Maybe we will go out Saturday night. Sunday we will organize your things...

The air outside felt great. The wind had come up slightly. A few people went back inside, leaving Chelsea alone. "Hi," said a voice, startling Chelsea. It was Daryl. "Oh it's you," said Shelsea in a slightly haughty tone. "Yeah, I followed you out here so I could talk with you." Daryl looked dapper in his tux with a navy blue bow tie."Well, yeah, we would have to be alone. After all, our so-called friendship has to be kept hidden, for your rep and all." When Chelsea said this, Daryl knew that...

Winnie was moving slowly, carefully but decidedly toward a greater, freer, more consistent expression of his femininity. The harassment that was once a regular part of his life had all but disappeared since his confrontation with Rom. He had wanted to increase his wardrobe of girls' underhtinga and nightclothes. A foray back to the corner drugstore in the Hill resulted in his first eyeliner and lipstick. Helen had shown him how to apply these basic tools sparingly and them to blot them so as...

Clothing was laid on Miss Madeline's bed. "Albert, I have selected the most delicious items for you to wear."Albert sat on the edge of the bed. Miss Madeline slid delicate stockings up over his legs. Next came white starched pantaloons, long knee-length underwear that was adorned with the sweetest eyelet lace. Albert pulled them up over his hips. Miss Madeline matched these with a snow white camisole. Albert slid with ease into his new feminine undergarments. The corset was next. Perhaps a...

Rachel wheeled into the lean-to next to the apartment that hel such vivid memories. She closed the car door gently so as not to disturb Henn, and went inside. Standing in the bedroom doorway, the magic of that night so long ago came back to her. The passion that hid the shock of Reeve's death, the purpose and commitment and the sexual response. It was all there. "The stories these walls could tell," she thought.

Wouldn't you know it but it wasn't five minutes before the phone started ringing. I nearly jumped out of my skin, watching through a haze as Stacy picked it up to say hello."It's for you Mare," she handed me the phone"Hello," my feminine voice sounded a bit tinny. All that practice was paying off. Was this what I wanted?"Hi," his deep voice was rich and alive and caused my heart to flip. "I've missed you," I could almost taste his physical presence. "I hope you're planning on being at the...

As he finished speaking, he saw he change of expression come over Darren's face."Yo got somethin about pitchin' in wid de work here? Dis ain't no holiday camp... but it's a damn sight easier than bein' in the main block, you know?"Oh no, it's not like that, I have nothing against doing my fair share," Darren quickly explained. "It's just that you referred to me as 'girl' I know that Jezebel prefers being referred to as that but... well, I'm a man...""Tell me. I thought you were Greaves bitch?...

And so it was, their new lives began in earnest! Each day took them farther away from the life they were born into. Each day they became more feminine and girlish. They only had a couple fo small rebellious fits. After Jesse got his 3rd ear piercing, that did it for him. Abby wised up even faster. She got her 2nd piercing and vowed to tow the line no matter what was asked of her.The pills began to change not only their physical bodies but their minds as well! They were becoming more mentally...

From Becky... Brian sometimes had minor panic attacks thinking about the future. What would he become? What would become of Becky? Would he just continue dressing occasionally and hid in the closet for the rest of his life? He had gone through all the terminology for the transgendered individual. He definitly was not a drag queen. Transvestite? He did not think so. Crossdresser? Maybe? But the feelings seemed to go deeper than just wanting to dress as Becky occasionally. "Transsexual seemed to...