Mags Inc

"There's bright side to being known as a slut by everyone?" I asked her weepily. "Sure," said Penny with a grin. "They all know you now, Marcie, and they know that you are a female slut. A female! Lyle will vouch for you. Sean is crazy about you and Bradley has had you twice and knows that you are a girl. See, if we set it up carefully, you can go out with men and have a really good time. You are going to be dating Brad next weekend, aren't you?" ...

The Cast of Characters: Jody Combs: Gigolo and beach bum who lives in the Florida Keys. Women are drawn to his tan slim body and good looks. He likes the kicked-back lifestyle, preys on wealthy older women. Adrena Forchia: Tall slim woman who migrates south from Cyrenaica to Macumba Beach, buys the old Pink Chameleon. Ricky Rysler: Effeminate companion of Adrena Forchia, houseboy and lover. Rene Dehaven: Headliner at Pink Chameleon. Her new boss wants to promote this tall vivacious transsexual...

The Cast of Characters: Jody Combs: Gigolo and beach bum who lives in the Florida Keys. Women are drawn to his tan slim body and good looks. He likes the kicked-back lifestyle, preys on wealthy older women. Adrena Forchia: Tall slim woman who migrates south from Cyrenaica to Macumba Beach, buys the old Pink Chameleon. Ricky Rysler: Effeminate companion of Adrena Forchia, houseboy and lover. Rene Dehaven: Headliner at Pink Chameleon. Her new boss wants to promote this tall vivacious transsexual...

This is surreal. It's Saturday night, the final show. The showroom is packed, the beer and booze is flowing and it's so damn quiet it's unreal. My legs are not so shaky now. This is my fourth set. I did the closing show Friday night. Adrena said it would be like a practice. When I got up there late Friday night, I'd thought I'd pee in my panties. I was that scared. I don't know how I got through the number, a slow Stevie Nicks ballad. I wore a long form-fitting ankle length gown that was split...

This is surreal. It's Saturday night, the final show. The showroom is packed, the beer and booze is flowing and it's so damn quiet it's unreal. My legs are not so shaky now. This is my fourth set. I did the closing show Friday night. Adrena said it would be like a practice. When I got up there late Friday night, I'd thought I'd pee in my panties. I was that scared. I don't know how I got through the number, a slow Stevie Nicks ballad. I wore a long form-fitting ankle length gown that was split...

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"Arnold just do as I say or this will be our only date. I hope I am making myself clear." "Yes, Addie, of course." Rather than being offended or reacting like a macho jerk, he brightened up at being ordered about by his transgirl date. "Now that's a good boy." I ran my hand along the inside of his thigh and rested it for a minute on his fly. Trying the role of what used to be called a cock-tease, I slid my hand away and leaned back against the seat until I was sure he was looking at me. Then I...

"Arnold just do as I say or this will be our only date. I hope I am making myself clear." "Yes, Addie, of course." Rather than being offended or reacting like a macho jerk, he brightened up at being ordered about by his transgirl date. "Now that's a good boy." I ran my hand along the inside of his thigh and rested it for a minute on his fly. Trying the role of what used to be called a cock-tease, I slid my hand away and leaned back against the seat until I was sure he was looking at me. Then I...

"I... I really don't think th... that I can g... go through w... with this!" the stammer in Nancy's voice was worse than ever. Jill frowned crossly, thinking of the hours that she'd invested in that voice, not only in getting rid of the stammer but in the tedious repetitions and exercises that she had given Nancy a well modulated, high pitched feminine voice. But at least the voice was right and the stammer was no giveaway to her true sex.

"I... I really don't think th... that I can g... go through w... with this!" the stammer in Nancy's voice was worse than ever. Jill frowned crossly, thinking of the hours that she'd invested in that voice, not only in getting rid of the stammer but in the tedious repetitions and exercises that she had given Nancy a well modulated, high pitched feminine voice. But at least the voice was right and the stammer was no giveaway to her true sex.

Stephanie was shivering with fear as she entered the ballroom. She was sure that everybody would notice that she was a boy and not a girl. But nothing happened. She was accepted as one of the girls. She had been to the ball once before as a boy and he had learned to dance as a boy, but this time someone would come up and ask her to dance, and she had to dance like a girl. She didn't know how to do that was sure she would fall dead on the floor if that happened. It took a while before a boy...