Mags Inc

Otto Goldmun, a survivor of World War II and its horrors, discovers 5 homeless teenagers wandering the streets, stealing whatever they can, selling whatever they can in order to survive. In an act of selfless kindness he begins to take them under his wing, making sure that they eat and are clothed and even learn a few things. Over time one of the boys shows an interest in wearing women's clothes and a relationship blossoms.

Otto Goldmun, a survivor of World War II and it's horrors, discovers 5 homeless teenagers wandering the streets, stealing whatever they can, selling whatever they can in order to survive. In an act of selfless kindness he begins to take them under his wing, making sure that they eat and are clothed and even learn a few things. Over time one of the boys shows an interest in wearing women's clothes and a relatioship blossoms.

Nick decides to take a walk on the wild side. He goes lookig for a prostitute, and finds much more than he bargained for. He meets Lilith, a witch, and is forced to cope with dresses, makeup, and sex because of the spell she casts on him. His wife and co-workers are transformed into sexual beings that are subjected to the control of others and are into sexual beings that are subjected to the control of others and are unable to control their lustful sexual urges. They are in effect slaves to...

Street Walker is a story about morality. It is a testament to a time honored requisite of fidelity in marriage, and what can happen if one strays off the beaten path.Nick decides to take a walk on the wild side. He goes lookig for a prostitute, and finds much more than he bargained for. He meets Lilith, a witch, and is forced to cope with dresses, makeup, and sex because of the spell she casts on him.

Anisoyya studied me sitting there. I wondered how we would go on as she looked at my made-up, femininized face and seemed to like what she saw. I was quite unprepared for her to shift up to me, her dress mingling with my skirt as she put her arm about me and, surprisingly, she began to kiss me. She kissed me as I was the girl and she was the boy, attacking my luips as if she had never kissed anyone before. Being like a pricess locked in a castle, I was sure that she hadn't kissed manyu men...

While exploring the remote regions of northern India, a small group of English officers hear of a remote valley and its capital city, Subbujah, known as the City of Splendor, with strange and exotic practices. They meet a man who encourages them to allow him to guide them to that city and experience its wonders.They quickly become enmeshed in the politics of this strange society where many of the women were actually men before being forced into the feminine role. Soon it seems to be their fate...

Two stories taking place in the West: In My Alice From Wonderland Harmon McQueen, a veteran turned recluse, in love with reading, horses and his ranch, lives on his big ranch on a remote mountain. He's surprised when a trick or treater, dressed as Alice from Alice in Wonderland comes calling one Halloween, as no one ever makes it to his front door, except for his hands. She, or rather as he soon finds out, he, is the son of his foreman, who has been dressed as a girl for her entire life....

Two stories taking place in the West:In My Alice From Wonderland Harmon McQueen, a veteran turned recluse, in love with reading, horses and his ranch, lives on his big ranch on a remote mountain. He's surprised when a trick or treater, dressed as Alice from Alice in Wonderland comes calling one Halloween, as no one ever makes it to his front door, except for his hands.She, or rather as he soon finds out, he, is the son of his foreman, who has been dressed as a girl for her entire life....

The soft cotton felt so good between my finger tips that my hands began to quiver as I felt renewed energy start to flow through my body. It felt good to be standing thee nude but for my socks, the blindingly white cotton panties held front of me like a ritual object raised toward heaven in a rite meant to assure that my innermost dreams would be reality. But this wasn't simply a ritual, it was an ordeal imposed by Lois as if she were the priestess charged with testing me, the neophyte hoping...

The soft cotton felt so good between my finger tips that my hands began to quiver as I felt renewed energy start to flow through my body. It felt good to be standing thee nude but for my socks, the blindingly white cotton panties held front of me like a ritual object raised toward heaven in a rite meant to assure that my innermost dreams would be reality. But this wasn’t simply a ritual, it was an ordeal imposed by Lois as if she were the priestess charged with testing me, the neophyte hoping...

I looked up just as a fairly plain maid dressed in the style of 1905 or so, curtseyed at the door, then minced into the room and stopped before Martha, again curtseying deeply. "It's about time, Miss Hana!" Ma snapped. "I have a good mind to give you a sound birching on that fat ass of yours!" "But, Miss Martha," the maid objected softly, curtseying, "I do not have a fat ass!" "Are you arguing with me, girl?" Ma demanded. Again, the deep curtsey. "Oh, no, Ma'am! I would never dare do that!" ...

I looked up just as a fairly plain maid dressed in the style of 1905 or so, curtseyed at the door, then minced into the room and stopped before Martha, again curtseying deeply."It's about time, Miss Hana!" Ma snapped. "I have a good mind to give you a sound birching on that far ass of yours!""But Miss Martha," the maid objected softly, curtseying, "I do not have a fat ass!""Are you arguing with me, girl?" Ma demanded.Again, the deep curtsey. "On no Ma'am! I would never do that!" ...