For those who came in late, Matt McCoy -- now Madeline Moreau -- is on the run for a crime he did not commit, and a murder which she did....as the saga concludes, Maddy vows to end her life on the lam. "Jacques, when I saw Dr. Villiers, the name I gave him was Madison Monroe. Do you think w... read more
Randi's excitement grew as she walked outside to her car. She'd been preparing for this all day and dreaming it up for weeks. She began the day by showering and shaving her legs, followed by putting on a nice red nail polish on her fingers and toes. She went to her dresser and picked out a black ... read more
Suzi and I started spending more time together as the weeks past by. I think she might have fallen in love with me but I knew little of these things. My focus was on my studies, I found that I excelled in school and it pleased me to do good. She had heard about me possibly liking sexual arousal thro... read more
Jesse sat primly, as been instructed, gracefully crossing his smooth, shapely young legs reveling in the sensation of the light-taupe silk stockings, sending yet even more flurries of butterflies through his tender tummy. He gently draped the flaring of the soft pastel-yellow floral summer dress ... read more
Floating in an ocean of azure blue and ivory white clouds, a single castle main castle levitates in the epicenter of the area in front of the three travelers, while a smaller castle hovered adjacent to it. Traveling on a beam of concentrated magic that connected their previous world with this one, t... read more
In multicultural America, there is no place for black tits. Brown, tan, bronze, yellow, olive, red, and white boobs are forbidden, too, on the same grounds, which is that breasts of color--any color that is actually effected by various degrees of melanin in the skin--are fast becoming off limits to ... read more
Kayla and Tracy strode across the marble-floored lobby, their heels clicking across, and suitcase wheels rolling across, in rhythm as they walked up to the desk. They seemed incredibly out of place in the relatively quiet hotel room. Kayla, of course, always stood out, especially when platform heels... read more
I received an envelope addressed to me through the hotel in Athens I was staying at, I opened it and withdrew an embossed card, inviting me to a club that I had never heard of before, after much deliberation I decided to try it. I alighted from the taxi at the main entrance about 10 pm the foll... read more
The TV is on with the sound on mute and I hear the sound of cars and trucks running by the outside of the building just close enough for me to hear the tires rubbing against the asphalt as they go by. I can't find much to do in this little town and the closest source of entertainment is a half h... read more
Epilogue Rob came home from work. His wife Jenny was waiting for him. In her hands she held a letter. Jenny said: "We received this letter today. It is sad news from Marion S. We have met her and her husband John a few times - do you remember? John has had a car accident while driving fas... read more
Cassandra is a tease, a flirt, a slut, a girl who lives very much for the moment. Unconcerned with propriety or fashion trends, she dresses in clothes that go right for the jugular of a fetishist's libido. Spandex, leather, latex, spike heels, corsets, overdone hair, make-up and fingernails - these ... read more
My name is Ray,16, I've always been into crossdressing as long as I can remember. Since I was about 11 or 12 if I could guess. (Started with sister's clothing) I am about 5'8, Skinny, Asian. I must say I look very cute dressed up. I would always call my self Megan When Dressed. (Little background ... read more
AQToday I am a fully-fledged she-male, living with my girl friend Kim, who, to me, is the most beautiful girl in the world. We live as sisters to the outside world, but we are in fact passionate lovers. This whole true story started some 5 years ago, let us tell it to you. At that time I was a si... read more
Our next port of call was Copenhagen (Denmark!). We left London early one wet afternoon and flew across to Denmark's capital, which was also wet! The flight was relatively short and when we arrived we caught a taxi to our city center hotel. We had 5 full days here and were intending to enjoy each on... read more
I was relived to finally step into my home after lingering at Kim's house for more than an hour. Brian, Jerry and Kim had kept themselves quite busy touching up different areas of the webpage. Kim left the two guys at the computer and walked me out to her deck as I was leaving for home. She told me ... read more
We were placed inside a sizeable auditorium. I felt like a giant screen was placed in front of me, and - for all intents and purposes - that was the case. Dim lights made it difficult to ascertain how many people were around me. Truth is indeed stranger than fiction. The phrase used by many, but... read more
Chapter 1 "Hey Scott, Fauna kind of likes you," Jenna said, snickering. "Hey Jenna, it hard to hear yourself over that echo?" Scott said as he caught the football, and then heaved it back to Ronnie. "Huh?" Jenna asked, puzzled. "Yeah, your head up your ... read more
I stood in front of the imposing door, my hands visibly shaking, my mind running rampant, my thoughts a jumble as I opened it. The front of the building had only the number of the business adorning it, no letters, no writing, nothing to indicate what it was. Now that I think back on it, I can unders... read more
The following story is the first part of ‘Kylie and Chrissy’, a story documenting the blossoming sissy-hood of two teenage boys. It is partially autobiographical and partially fiction. PART 1 - THE INCIDENT ‘Stop… we really shouldn’t be doing this’ ‘It’s just a bit of fun. Now just hold sti... read more
Chapter One: The Life Giver BRANDON My twin sister is dead, but she’s not gone. Death is a tragedy in the remote village of Towerhead, but it’s not a rarity. Farming accidents, disease, famine, natural disasters, you name it, it kills people in Towerhead. So, six years ago, when the oxen-pul... read more
