Reluctant Press

From Mother's Girl "So what do you think of him?" asked Mom, smiling gleefully. "It all started with my using Doug to help me with the hem of that new frock I'm turning out but it's impossibly difficult to do one's own hem and get it right so I simply HAD to have a model - for a price, mind you, he's costing me a small fortune," this last, teasingly. "Anyway one thing led to another and voila, I transformed a son int a daughter. I did so wish Doug had been a girl; the layette I had was...

Ever since Zach had arrived to pick Jesse up for the party, he had been mesmerized with Jesse's costume. No, it had been more than that. Even then without the liquor that was now playing with his mind and senses, Zach had been absolutely entranced with Jesse's total image all evening. Right down to the voice and mannerisms, Jesse had dressed that Halloween night to protray a very appealing and very sexy... woman. With face expertly made up, he was wearing a very realistic, long, auburn wig...

Ever since Zach had arrived to pick Jesse up for the party, he had been mesmerized with Jesse's costume. No, it had been more than that. Even then without the liquor that was now playing with his mind and senses, Zach had been absolutely entranced with Jesse's total image all evening. Right down to the voice and mannerisms, Jesse had dressed that Halloween night to protray a very appealing and very sexy... woman. With face expertly made up, he was wearing a very realistic, long, auburn wig...

The woman said nothing. Alex, without preamble, then began to speak about himself."As far back as I can remember, I've had special feelings about girls and women. Not just like other guys, but an affinity. I wanted to be like them; felt I was, really. When I was little, I used to dress in my mother's clothes. I'd pretend I was a girl. It always made me feel funny inside. My aunt - I used to live near her - taught this ballet class and I'd like come in sometimes to turn pages on her sheet...

The woman said nothing. Alex, without preamble, then began to speak about himself."As far back as I can remember, I've had special feelings about girls and women. Not just like other guys, but an affinity. I wanted to be like them; felt I was, really. When I was little, I used to dress in my mother's clothes. I'd pretend I was a girl. It always made me feel funny inside. My aunt - I used to live near her - taught this ballet class and I'd like come in sometimes to turn pages on her sheet...

Nineteen year old Theodore Lewis pushes his way out of the Student Clinic and into the cold February morning. He hadn't been this close to crying since his Dad's death nearly four years ago. The doctor had acted as if suddenly having breasts erupt on your chest was absolutely nothing - no big deal. Try to be a normal nineteen year old living in the confines of a Freshman dormitory with tits that seemed to grow larger and larger every day! What would happen to him when he could no longer hide...

Nineteen year old Theodore Lewis pushes his way out of the Student Clinic and into the cold February morning. He hadn't been this close to crying since his Dad's death nearly four years ago. The doctor had acted as if suddenly having breasts erupt on your chest was absolutely nothing - no big deal. Try to be a normal nineteen year old living in the confines of a Freshman dormitory with tits that seemed to grow larger and larger every day! What would happen to him when he could no longer hide...

"There's your answer, you damn bitch," he shouted. "I may be called Renee, and I may be wearing heels and a corset, but I'm not damned sissy. Yes, girls turn me on. You turn me on, Monica, and so does Madame. I may have to do my time in dresses and tresses, but I like girls." Monica stepped back, holding her hands to her mouth. Edmonds stepped through the door."Is our Miss Renee being difficult Monique?" he asked loftily. "Madame has authorized restraint should he prove difficult.""Yes...

"There's your answer, you damn bitch," he shouted. "I may be called Renee, and I may be wearing heels and a corset, but I'm not damned sissy. Yes, girls turn me on. You turn me on, Monica, and so does Madame. I may have to do my time in dresses and tresses, but I like girls." Monica stepped back, holding her hands to her mouth. Edmonds stepped through the door."Is our Miss Renee being difficult Monique?" he asked loftily. "Madame has authorized restraint should he prove difficult.""Yes...

I will never forget the first time that I wore ladies' clothing. I had sobbed my broken heart out. One hour, I felt that life had been so terribly unfair to me that I could never hope to recover from the blows that had been dealt me.The next hour, I was feeling, for the first time, the wonderful sensations afforded by the silk and satin of lingerie. I could hardly believe how wonderful it felt, once I actually started to put in on.Alice stayed with me, encouraging me, and helping me to get...

I will never forget the first time that I wore ladies' clothing. I had sobbed my broken heart out. One hour, I felt that life had been so terribly unfair to me that I could never hope to recover from the blows that had been dealt me.The next hour, I was feeling, for the first time, the wonderful sensations afforded by the silk and satin of lingerie. I could hardly believe how wonderful it felt, once I actually started to put in on.Alice stayed with me, encouraging me, and helping me to get...

"Well, Xian, what is it? I asked in a feminine concerned voice. "Is there something wrong?"He gave me a ghost of a smile and moved out of the way of the mirror. What I saw in the mirror stunned me, even though I had been looking at the rest of the package, nothing prepared me for what I saw. It was a perfectly formed womanhood, virginal, to be exact. Xian had been a genius! I had seen my sister's womanhood before and mine looked just as perfect as hers had. I felt week on my feet and knelt...