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"Thanks, Ed. But hear me out first. I was always what my father called a sissy, a fairy. That was so hurtful. He tried to beat it out of me so Mommy left him. We moved here thinking I might not be so different living in a big city where nobody knows the truth about me." "Being forced to live as a boy made me terribly sad. After a scene with my father, I tried to ....I slit my wrists." She paused to show me the barely faded scars. "That's when Mommy took me by to...

"Thanks, Ed. But hear me out first. I was always what my father called a sissy, a fairy. That was so hurtful. He tried to beat it out of me so Mommy left him. We moved here thinking I might not be so different living in a big city where nobody knows the truth about me. Being forced to live as a boy made me terribly sad. After a scene with my father, I tried to ....I slit my wrists."She paused to show me the barely faded scars.

It has been several years since Teri transitioned at work. Her transition was initiated by her spouse, Jill, because she recognized that 'Terry' would never be completely happy until he became Teri. Jill was aware of the constant stress in Terry's life and remembered, that when they were dating, Terry mentioned that at one point in his life, while he was single, he had attended a Halloween dress-up party, going as the office secretary. Jill did not know why Terry chose that outfit. Was it a...

It has been several years since Teri transitioned at work. Her transition was initiated by her spouse, Jill, because she recognized that “Terry” would never be completely happy until he became Teri. Jill was aware of the constant stress in Terry’s life and remembered, that when they were dating, Terry mentioned that at one point in his life, while he was single, he had attended a Halloween dress-up party, going as the office secretary.

"We take the dregs of society," I had heard her saying often to those she escorted through the Dollhouse, the men so interested in how docile and tractable we would be without her or My Lord and Master there to terrify us, not knowing that she, like all the mothers and Bosom Companions had once been dolls like all of us they were admiring in our femininity, "and from that dross, we spin gold. I have asked Lords like you repeatedly over the years what you wish for in a companion and all of your...

Follow the story of The Dollhouse, where young men are trained to be sexually pleasing "girls"  and sold into virtual slavery.

"I do want to be your daughter!" "And you want to learn how to be the best woman ever, don"t you, Sweetheart?" she prompted. In spite of himself, Mike nodded, his tenuous masculinity dissolving completely to the overpowering need to be loved. "Please, teach me to be a good girl! Teach me to be a good wife to Maurice! Teach me to be the woman that he can be proud of, one in whose company he can hold his head high! Teach me how to please him! Teach me to be his wife! Oh God! I don't even know...

"I do want to be your daughter!""And you want to learn how to be the best woman ever, don't you, Sweetheart?" she prompted.In spite of himself, Mike nodded, his tenuous masculinity dissolving completely to the overpowering need to be loved. "Please, teach me to be a good girl! Teach me to be a good wife to Maurice! Teach me to be the woman that he can be proud of, one in whose company he can hold his head high! Teach me how to please him! Teach me to be his wife!"

Theresa looked at herself in the mirror. She really liked what she saw, A beautiful made up face framed by chestnut colored hair that reached just below her ears. Her dress was black, tight and reached to her knees, Her small, but firm breasts showed off a cleavage she had worked hard to get. Her finger and toe nails were painted deep red and on her feet she had open-toed black shoes with 3 inch heels. She wore a golden necklace, golden clip-on earrings, a golden bracelet and a gold watch. She...

Theresa looked at herself in the mirror. She really liked what she saw, A beautiful made up face framed by chestnut colored hair that reached just below her ears. Her dress was black, tight and reached to her knees, Her small, but firm breasts showed off a cleavage she had worked hard to get. Her finger and toe nails were painted deep red and on her feet she had open-toed black shoes with 3 inch heels. She wore a golden necklace, golden clip-on earrings, a golden bracelet and a gold watch. She...

The story is a fictional account of the real-life adventures of my Vanity Club sisters Gina Stone and Katie Hightower and the-late Cynthia Decker and their lives as female impersonators.