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Alison, as usual, had gotten up first and was already taking her shower when John awoke. Still half asleep, he debated about joining her. He had just made up his mind that he would when the shower stopped and Alison appeared a few minutes later, dressed in John’s bathrobe and towel drying her hair. `She looks like a small bundle of dynamite,’ John thought. He fell in love with her again. He started to get out of the bed. The movement attracted Alison’s attention. She looked toward the bed and...

Alison, as usual, had gotten up first and was already taking her shower when John awoke. Still half asleep, he debated about joining her. He had just made up his mind that he would when the shower stopped and Alison appeared a few minutes later, dressed in John’s bathrobe and towel drying her hair. `She looks like a small bundle of dynamite,’ John thought. He fell in love with her again. He started to get out of the bed. The movement attracted Alison’s attention. She looked toward the bed and...

When I got home late that Saturday night, Darlene was already back. She met me at the door with a cool glass of iced tea and suggested I sit down and relax while she fixed us a bite to eat. I was so tired that the slightly funny taste of the tea didn’t even register on my consciousness. I passed out sitting at the kitchen table. It was late Sunday afternoon when I finally wokeup. My mouth tasted funny and my mind was groggy. I stumbled to the bathroom to relieve myself. I needed to go so badly...

When I got home late that Saturday night, Darlene was already back. She met me at the door with a cool glass of iced tea and suggested I sit down and relax while she fixed us a bite to eat. I was so tired that the slightly funny taste of the tea didn’t even register on my consciousness. I passed out sitting at the kitchen table. It was late Sunday afternoon when I finally wokeup. My mouth tasted funny and my mind was groggy. I stumbled to the bathroom to relieve myself. I needed to go so badly...

‘‘Hi Marianne, I couldn’t find the phone again,’’ she said when her friend picked up. ‘‘How’s it going with the boy?’’ ‘‘It’s okay, I suppose. I really wish he’d been a girl though; life would be so much easier.’’ ‘‘I already told you, you’ve time on your side. You could get him to understand that his life would be better if he lived it as a girl.’’ ‘‘I don’t know if I dare. What would his father say?’’ ‘‘If you handle it right, you could be the really sympathetic one, looking after his poor...

‘‘Hi Marianne, I couldn’t find the phone again,’’ she said when her friend picked up. ‘‘How’s it going with the boy?’’ ‘‘It’s okay, I suppose. I really wish he’d been a girl though; life would be so much easier.’’ ‘‘I already told you, you’ve time on your side. You could get him to understand that his life would be better if he lived it as a girl.’’ ‘‘I don’t know if I dare. What would his father say?’’ ‘‘If you handle it right, you could be the really sympathetic one, looking after his poor...

Mark slipped the tape into his office VCR and turned on the monitor. He wanted to take a look at a few of the sexier sounding exercises. There was the normal static and then soft catchy aerobic type music. Superimposed on the pale pink background was the title of the tape. “Exercise Your Way to a Sexy Body.” Under the title in bright red, was a flashing warning. “Do not use this tape unless you desire to be the following size.” The music stopped and an older...

Mark slipped the tape into his office VCR and turned on the monitor. He wanted to take a look at a few of the sexier sounding exercises. There was the normal static and then soft catchy aerobic type music. Superimposed on the pale pink background was the title of the tape. “Exercise Your Way to a Sexy Body.” Under the title in bright red, was a flashing warning. “Do not use this tape unless you desire to be the following size.” The music stopped and an older...

“I don’t have any sisters. The girl you saw was... was me.” Lolita was quite surprised, and somewhat uncertain that I was telling the truth. “What are you saying? Are you telling me that you like dressing up like a woman, or something like that? Are you a fag? A transvestite?” “Honey, I wish it were that easy,” I answered, nervously. “What I’m telling you is that I am a woman. I’m a woman trapped in a man’s body. I know it sounds corny, but that’s exactly what I’m saying; it’s exactly how I...

“I don’t have any sisters. The girl you saw was... was me.” Lolita was quite surprised, and somewhat uncertain that I was telling the truth. “What are you saying? Are you telling me that you like dressing up like a woman, or something like that? Are you a fag? A transvestite?” “Honey, I wish it were that easy,” I answered, nervously. “What I’m telling you is that I am a woman. I’m a woman trapped in a man’s body. I know it sounds corny, but that’s exactly what I’m saying; it’s exactly how I...

‘‘That’s not the point; you couldn’t feel so feminine in handed down lingerie.’’ Olivia held out some black panties towards him. ‘‘This is your lingerie; all yours and yours alone.’’ Olivia said. ‘‘I promise that you’ll feel so different when you’re wearing it.’’ ‘‘I shouldn’t,’’ Darren replied, picking up another of the bags and feeling the silky material inside. ‘‘I couldn’t…’’ ‘‘Oh, but you will,’’ Olivia said. ‘‘I’ll bet that even now, your mind is tumbling over with thoughts that you’re...

‘‘That’s not the point; you couldn’t feel so feminine in handed down lingerie.’’ Olivia held out some black panties towards him. ‘‘This is your lingerie; all yours and yours alone.’’ Olivia said. ‘‘I promise that you’ll feel so different when you’re wearing it.’’ ‘‘I shouldn’t,’’ Darren replied, picking up another of the bags and feeling the silky material inside. ‘‘I couldn’t…’’ ‘‘Oh, but you will,’’ Olivia said. ‘‘I’ll bet that even now, your mind is tumbling over with thoughts that you’re...