1 - Monday It really has been one hell of a week and more to come maybe, though I really am not sure how this is all going to work out. An awful lot has happened since last Monday, I am just beginning to make sense of it. Or at least, some sense. On Monday I decided to 'shake myself out of it'... read more
When I rolled out of bed that fateful morning, I had no way of knowing that it would be my last day as Matt McCoy. After showering and dressing quickly (how I long for those days!) I bolted out the door for my train, looking forward to another manic day on the floor. Although I was one of the younge... read more
I really wasn't surprised when Dianna directed me into the parking lot at Ringers. It was only a few blocks across town from my new home; a five-minute drive, if the traffic wasn't killing at the time. Consciously, it had not been a factor in my decision to take the new place. Sub-consciously... wel... read more
Although I was over qualified after I graduated and accepted a one as an Internet operations officer for one of the high street retailers. I was offered better jobs but I took the one with the retailers because it paid reasonably well and more importantly meant that I would have to relocate down to ... read more
My name is Robert, I have been cross dressing since I was 14. I turned 18 last summer and this story takes place during my senior year in High School. I am 5'9" 160 pounds, blonde hair and blue eyes. When I am dressed I call myself Vicki. __________ I had met Julie at a recent party. Well... read more
Back in the safety and seclusion of my mountain retreat later that afternoon, Summer and I sat back and drank a few beers to unwind, allowing the adrenaline and endorphins racing through our systems to subside somewhat. "I think we succeeded in getting inside his head a little," I told ... read more
Kristina It is waspish in the late evening out in the open in Portsmouth Harbour as we step out of the vehicle and walk over to the private section of the docks, the sign says Ceres St docks. Dark has long since fallen but lights, white, yellow and orange light up the skies. The feeling is one of... read more
I was in my first year of college. I was having second thoughts about the major I had declared: Psychology. I figured I was probably going to have to change it to something else. I went to a local University and was living in my brother's basement. I was not into the party scene, and having just tur... read more
On her eighteenth birthday, fresh from her shower, Angel Jones looked at her nude reflection in the full-length mirror in her bedroom, and was mostly pleased with what she saw. Her blonde hair, down past her shoulders and still growing, was soft and shiny, and all that she could have asked for. She ... read more
Stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! *** It all really started on a Monday. One bright sunny Monday, early summer, an unusually warm day for June in England. And it really was stupid thing to do... read more
"You're being really dirty little sissy slut today," daddy chuckled and asked, "What's gotten into you?" "Making up for the last few days I guess," I giggled hugging him tightly, "and I missed you too." "I missed my little sissy too." He repl... read more
My e-mail is: My rusted, green Toyota Tercel pulls into the mall parking lot. I pick a spot at the back, beyond where even employees park. The next car is a blue pickup 20 spots away. No one parks here, except at Christmas. But I know that I'll soon need the privacy. I'm a freak, a cross-dresser... read more
The Interview By Sabrina G. Langton *** 'A crossdresser goes on an interview in lots of pink, of course she gets the job' 'Author's note, just a quick little story with some really graphic sex, and a little tiny moral. I hope YOU like it.' *** "Okay, sit, sit, let's get started. S... read more
We sat there staring despondently at the ground. We had searched through all our bags and pockets and had nothing like the money we needed to pay for the hot sex sessions we had each enjoyed with the hot, hung Dutch whore. The guy, the pimp, who had previously been all smiles and friendly encouragem... read more
Layovers are a pain at the best of times but the prospect of five hours at the airport was not a good one. My inbound flight had been delayed and I had missed my connection, so there was nothing for it but to wait out the afternoon and catch the next 'plane home to the wife and kids. The only ... read more
Shayna paced back and forth throughout the entire Suite while she nervously smoked the long thin cigarette. She occasionally stopped and peered into the mirror thinking that all of her hard work had gone to waste for tonight. She was dressed to kill and had no place to go. The red patent platforms w... read more
Mark Holloway groaned as he sat up in bed and reached behind him to touch Madison. It was six o'clock on Saturday morning in Birmingham, Alabama. His hand met only a cool pillow and undisturbed sheets. Then he recalled with an increase in his heartbeat that she was due to arrive at the Birmingham In... read more
Derek sighed heavily, his eyes scanning the bank of security monitors, each of which showed a different view of Femme Fatale. A month ago, he'd taken the job as a security guard for the woman's clothing store because he needed the money and because he supposed that watching the store - or, more spec... read more
My name was Jim Rogers Jr. at one time. I was born and raised in a small town in a rural county in Oklahoma. My father James had been the pastor of the local Pentecostal Assembly of Jesus. Dad was what was known an ultra conservative hell fire and brimstone preacher. My mother's name was Allison. Sh... read more
=-=-Chapter Six-=-= I woke up sometime later and I was feeling better, even a little hungry actually, and I wanted a shower and I needed to pee and...I cocked my head as I heard the unmistakable sounds of Mistress Stacy's bed moving. She had a large one, king sized, with old springs or somethi... read more
