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"... so damned unpretty..." blared out of the radio, as TLC's once famous song brought me back to a time 15 years ago... "Why In the hell do you like me?" Linda asked. "Because You are lovable sweetie!" I stated, wondering why she could never understand that I could love her. "What do you mean? All I am is an ugly freak!" She began to cry. Holding her to my shoulder, I recalled what my mom once said to me 2 years ago. Being a guy of 16, I couldn't understand why she felt this...
I assume you are here to see lots of lovely women show off their goods… and when I say ‘lovely women’, what I really mean is ‘Young Pretty Hoes’, which is essentially the name of this subreddit. I think the title should already tell you what the fuck to expect, and unless you are a moron, you will be able to take the hint.However, there is a lot more about r/YoungPrettyHoes/ and Reddit.com, in general, you might not know, and that is where I come in. If you would like to learn more about...
Reddit NSFW ListPretty Girl's Curls 1. I was saddened when I heard that my Aunt Rose had died but puzzled by the news that I was needed at the reading of the will. My Aunt and I had been distant relations at best, and except for one summer that I stayed with her when I was ten, we had seen each other only two or three times in the years since. Don't get me wrong. I loved Aunt Rose dearly. She was a sweet, sweet woman. For years she had run her little beauty salon which she called Pretty...
My parents had one c***d, a boy, me. Many times I overheard them talking about me and how they wished I was a girl. I always felt a twinge of pain when I heard them say that but they loved me, always treated me very well and never said anything to my face so I pretty much ignored it. When I think back maybe dad’s parents felt the same way since he was an only c***d also. In retrospect it would explain dad’s secret hobby, as he and mom called it. It was a secret, or so mom and he thought but I...
Warning: This totally fictional story contains some affectionate scenes between a mother and son that some might take to be incestuous. I would never in real life condone any behavior of this sort, but as a harmless fantasy it does seem to intrigue many people. If you don't like that sort of thing or you're under 18, please don't read any it. Positive comments are more than welcome. I'm [email protected] Mommie's Pretty Panties By Marcie Manseau Chapter One - All He Had...
This is my first erotic story, please be kind. ;) I cannot claim that I came up with the method of transformation. You should thank Jennifer GH as her 'Just a simple doodle' is what inspired me to write the following. I did try to contact her, without luck. Should she see this or if you know her I would really love to hear feedback from the author of the original work. Swiped Disclaimer: If you are under the age of legal consent from where you are connecting then you should not be...
A Pretty Sissy Bridesmaid Preface. This is my third attempt at TG fiction, following the first two chapters of my other story, The Dress Shop (third chapter is on the way soon, following an extended writing hiatus!), and another story which is (as yet) unpublished on FM. First of all, I'd like to address the fact that the story below is very much a 'genre piece'. That is, it knowingly contains many of the stereotypical plot contrivances that the majority of TG fiction...
This is a force feminized baby story and not for the sweet/sentimental reader. All standard disclaimers apply and may be downloaded for personal use only. Any other use strictly prohibited unless approved by the author. Part 1 should be read first. Constructive comments appreciated at [email protected]. My Pretty Dolly Part 2 By Cheryl Lynn Allen rolled over coming fully awake as he felt the cold icky mess covering his groin shift. The smell was making him nauseous...
Pretty in Pink: Mum and Dad had been listening to us argue and Dad finally interrupted us. "I'll tell you what," he said. "If your Mum has no objections we can settle this argument once and for all!" Mum looked at Dad and smiled. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking Edward?" she asked. "If Riley can take a holiday as Kate, why not let Philippa take a holiday as Phil!" "Sounds like a plan to me!" said Philippa. "I want to know what it feels like to be so inferior that you can...
My wife and I came to St Croix in the U.S. Virgin Islands for our twentieth wedding anniversary and enjoyed it so much, we decided to stay. I found a lucrative job selling condos on the Island while my wife took her money from her retirement program to open up a jewelry store selling locally-made Caribbean items. My wife’s younger sister, Miriam, and her husband, Maurice, talked about coming to visit us but we didn’t think they were very serious about doing so. I had just dropped my...
Jason's Day in the Pretty Boy Boutique Part 2: In Sissy Lingerie The story so far: Veronica Boothroyd has delivered her stepson Jason into the hands of Alicia Presswell, the manageress of the Pretty Boy Boutique, where he will work as a sissyboy assistant during his summer recess from college. The girl assistants, Kate and Serena, take photos of him dressed in his pretty uniform and showing an unwanted erection, so that he must do as he is told to prevent the photos being distributed...
Miriam Smith looked forward to her Friday nights with her fellow teachers from school. She and several of the other teachers got together for a ladies night out to let their hair down and celebrate the start of the cherished weekend. The pretty blonde wife taught English at the high school and enjoyed her work but she also enjoyed having a good time as well. She was definitely no ‘stick in the mud’ when it came to partying on the weekends. Sometimes the group went out for drinks at...
I couldn’t believe that Susan, my wife of two and a half years would really do this to me. Yet here I sat in the back seat of our Olds wearing a short blue satin cocktail dress. The slinky skirt kept riding up my smoothly shaven, nylon-clad thighs to display a provocative glimpse of pretty pink lace. Susan had insisted that I dress for the costume party from the skin out. Except for the girdle which held me tightly between my legs, my underwear was a matching set in the softest shade of...
Seven mini-fantasies about sweet and pretty girls who were not born as girls and the boys who love them. The spotlight falls on the transgendered girls' romantic hopes and dreams, their need for love and validation, their passions, and their most cherished wishes. Here are seven adorable shemales in all their luscious beauty. You are invited to expand any or all of these into full-fledged stories. Sweet and Pretty By Farah Daye ~1~ Have you ever seen a magazine or...
Pretty In Pink... A subsidiary of SRS By Anon Allsop She was eighteen and simply gorgeous. I worshipped the ground she walked on. I remember when she was about fifteen and sort of plain looking, I was only sixteen then. I loved everything about my big sister from her sweet disposition down to her beautifully sculpted body. I had been snooping around in my sisters room a few days ago and came across a bag from the mall with a few "interesting" items in it. Such as clothes, makeup,...
Pretty Boy By Gingerfred Man Chapter One -- Too Pretty What do you do when you're a boy and your genes made you pretty? Not handsome. Not boyishly cute. Pretty. It wasn't bad when I was a small boy. My mother would dress me androgynously and everyone would compliment her on her beautiful daughter. Sometimes Mama would correct people. Mostly she wouldn't. When I was old enough to know what was happening, I was very embarrassed. I was a boy, after all. And I wanted to be a...
The Secret Life of a Pretty Blonde Waitress by Rohmer Fan ~ "Hit me, babe," Candy said. I smiled and let my fianc? see me jokingly flex a bicep as I poured her an after-shift beer, a nice thick porter, her favorite. This was my third night of bartender training and I'd done just about everything by myself, which meant that my training was mostly finished. "Jake said I'm good to start picking up shifts," I said, trying to hide my excitement. Bartenders made a little more money than ...
Chapter 1: The Song Lyrics Pretty woman, walkin’ down the street Pretty woman the kind I like to meet Pretty woman I don’t believe you, you’re not the truth No one could look as good as you, mercy Pretty woman won’t you pardon me Pretty woman I couldn’t help but see Pretty woman that you look lovely as can be Are you lonely just like me Pretty woman stop awhile Pretty woman talk awhile Pretty woman give your smile to me Pretty woman yeah, yeah, yeah Pretty woman look my way Pretty woman say...
PRETTY EDITH By Geneva Edward is offered a chance for a transformation by a wealthy businessman in return for future help in a revenge scheme. He finds its course gets increasingly repugnant. The background of this story is that of my two earlier stories 'Plaything' and 'Remodelled', but written from the point of view of the character Edward/Edith. START It looked like just another weekend ahead for me but, as I tidied off my office desk, I heard the others discussing their...
Jason's Day in the Pretty Boy Boutique (Part 3 or 4) Part 3: In the Creaming Chair Lunchtime came not a moment too soon for Jason: his knees would buckle at any moment as he minced his way in his pink ruffled reins between rows of petticoats, dresses and high heeled shoes back to the staff dressing room, ordered from behind by Miss Presswell to keep his wrists bent, his chin down and his knees tightly together. "Take off his blouse and skirt," she told Kate once the door of the...
You see, my name is Amber, I'm fifteen and a half, and have never had a serious boyfriend. Guys don't seem to hit on me or even flirt. My friends tell me I'm cute, but they're girls. I need a guy's opinion. I've got the basics, I know that. I stand five foot three, have amber (of course) eyes, medium-length light brown hair, weigh one hundred and seven pounds and wear a size 34B bra. I know I don't have real large boobs but I look pretty good in the mirror and if I jump up in the...
Thanks to all those readers who have asked for more chapters in this series. I never thought of writing a series but because you have continuously asked for more from this story, I have done my best to comply. We all live multi-faceted lives (I don't have time to write but once or twice every other week) but I will try to write new chapters and follow-ups to my other stories too. Thanks again to all those readers who have emailed with kudos, I live and write for them. For those who write saying...
Mamaw walked out on Papaw recently. Nobody in the family saw it coming. We tried to figure it out, but none of us could put together as to why she did. It was very unexpected. Little did I know that my role as the only granddaughter would fill Mamaw’s void. I thought checking in on Papaw would be enough. Every day, after school, I would drive to Papaw’s house to make sure he was okay. After all, he was seventy years old and all alone now, so I figured having family near him once in a while...
IncestAuthors note: I wrote this right after reading "The cheerleader transform" and "The Cheerleader Transform part 2," I like them so much it made me want to write my own. I hope everyone enjoy my first project. I promise you are going to love it. Pre-chapter: Thomas droved to his college to talk to his professor about getting a C in a class. He really wanted a B instead. He walked into the science room, and saw his Professor "Mr. Walker, Mr. Walker. Hey I um wanted to ask why I got a C...
One of my earliest sexual memories is having a bath with my mother when I was about xxxx. We lived in a large, older two-story house in a quiet neighbourhood of the city. Our main bathroom had an old-fashioned claw-footed tub that you could fill up to your chin with hot, soapy water. Mom had me sitting between her legs, facing away from her. She had a bar of soap and, while she rubbed it gently over my body with one hand, she gave me a soap-suds massage with the other. I could feel her ...
SWEET AND PRETTY by FARAH DAYE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Six little vignettes about sweet and pretty girls who are not totally girls and the boys who love them. The vignettes tell about the transgendered girls' romantic hopes and dreams, their need for love and validation, and their most cherished wishes. These sketches were written by Farah Daye, an artist living in the Deep South. Farah has blended little bits of her own history and some of her dreams into little sketches for you....
One of my earliest sexual memories is having a bath with my mother when I was about xxxx. We lived in a large, older two-story house in a quiet neighbourhood of the city. Our main bathroom had an old-fashioned claw-footed tub that you could fill up to your chin with hot, soapy water. Mom had me sitting between her legs, facing away from her. She had a bar of soap and, while she rubbed it gently over my body with one hand, she gave me a soap-suds massage with the other. I could feel her hard,...
Pretty Princess Petra is still a sexy slender tasty tender teen and daily dear doddie to mePretty Princess Petra is still so sweet at her daily duty to wake me up with her cup of teaPretty Petra serves me my morning tea and as hotly she sucks at my morning enormous erectionPretty Petra serves me for all my nice naughty sexy ideas to have some sexy pleasure togetherPrincess Petra loves my daily rituals for her to present herself for my intimate inspectionPrincess Petra loves my idea to bend over...
Princess Johna's faithful unicorn steed, Sparkle, teleported into the Dragon's den right behind the owner's unwilling guest. He used his horn to cut the ropes which were bidding his rider's hands. As Sir Dragon was preparing to react to his uninvited guest; the damsel, who was no longer in distress, jumped on the back of her faithful companion and got the lance from the side of the saddle. Princess Johna, the pretty pretty dragon slayer, said, as she was riding her charging unicorn...
It was embarrassing. As all the men stared at my now smooth pale girlish body. "My girlish body?!" How could this happen? I wanted to run away. But my male psyche couldn't control my own body anymore, I felt consumed by my female psyche. As I uncontrollably danced for what I thought was my "business partners." They fooled me slowly, asking to do small tasks that we're meant for secretary type instead of a business partner. It was small things at 1st, getting coffee or...
Pretty as a Picture By Cassandra Morgan Sometimes, all it takes is a photograph to put one's life into focus. I have lived as long now as I had before I saw the photo, but I have never forgotten it. I was a junior in high school at the time, one of those background students you barely noticed. I was an inconsequential football player for Forbes High School in a town called Smiths Station, Alabama, a quiet town just outside of Auburn. I was Ryan Sutton, but no could tell you that...
In truth, his entire existence was patently unremarkable. He was a thirty four year old, single, social awkward night watchman who still lived in the small, cheap apartment he had moved into eleven years before. He was not, however, a man without a desire for more. Throughout his life, he had tried to turn himself into the man he wanted to be. He had sought better jobs but, his shyness made him beyond horrible in interviews. Likewise, he tried frequently to find a woman but, with...
One day my neighbor came over and was crying because her mom yelled at her for wearing a bikini around the yard. She said her mom doesn't understand that she wants to feel pretty and she asked me if she was pretty. I told her she was very pretty and that any boy would be lucky to have her. Then, she asked me how she was pretty and what was so pretty about her. I started to tell her the simple stuff, like her smile and eyes were really nice. Then, she asked for more. At that moment I could feel...
Summary: Sean doesn't know much, being a virgin and all, but he knows one thing: that first time should be at least pretty perfect, with butterflies in his stomach and love at first sight. This is the reason why he doesn't want to just hook up and have sex, by frequenting gay bars, as his close friend suggests. When a sexy dangerous good-for-nothing punk lands in his bed, is not for sex, though, and he has no hopes that he could score with Max, who seems to be light years apart from everything...
You Sure Got A Pretty Mouth!I don’t know what pervert said it to my sister but I wish I could find him so I could shake his hand and thank him.I was home from college when my stepsister, Jenny, came home from high school in a huff. We were not really tight as her mom and my dad had only been married four years and I had been gone 2 of them at college. But she looked at me as a confidant and older brother. She felt she could come to me when she had problems and needed help. Twice in the last...
Pretty by Vickie Tern i. "Oh, I love this one -- just look here! This is it! Exquisite lace edging and a low bodice, lots of lift -- and look how discreetly the underwire is set in. It's almost invisible, yet it'll provide you all the support any girl'll ever need. This bra will absolutely make the most of your little boobies. Though come to think of it they aren't so...
"Never Trust the Pretty Ones" by Jennifer Brock I came back to my motel room feeling dejected. I'd been trying to find a target for my next big scheme and hadn't yet. My last con up in New York had been nearly perfect, and so I didn't want to follow up a big score like that with some penny-ante job. But so far I wasn't finding any good prospects in Atlanta, and it was the third big city I'd tried. It was the damn economy! I still had around fifty thousand in cash left so I didn't...
Pretty in Pink Part 2: "Edwina," Mum said to Dad, "if you're going to wear such a feminine dress you'll need some to borrow some lacey lingerie from your sister to go with it!" Mum went over to Aunt Charlotte's dresser and began to pick out some lingerie. "Let's see," she said laughing, "you'll need this, and this, and of course these, and definitely this!" Mum laid lingerie which matched the colour of Dad's dress on the bed. There was a camisole with lace trim, a short half slip...
Pretty in Pink Part 8: One day Mrs. Walsh, a friend of our family stopped by to visit. Martin, her son was my age and in Philippa and my class at school. We knew each other but he was really Philippa's friend. Mrs. Walsh said that Martin seemed to be getting along well in School and asked how I was doing. I told her I thought it was fun except for sewing class. "Yeah," I said, "I need to find another girl to help me finish this dress before I fail this class!" Mrs. Walsh...
I hated going to school. Ok, ‘hated’ maybe a bit strong. I didn’t mind most of it really. I’m smart enough that the work wasn’t hard, I was on the good side of average for both looks and athletics, and friends weren’t a problem. I was just social enough that the teachers ignored me, but not so social that my classmates paid me any attention. I sat in the back of the room, and was pretty much left alone. Which is pretty much where I wanted things. So, to be honest, the only thing I hated was...
Lisa, Bluest of Eyes, this is for you. … Loving Lisa’s Pretty Pink Pussy Petals (Part one) Tears Summer is a bitch when water is scarce. Hell, it hasn’t rained on our Western rangeland for months! If this drought doesn’t let up, I’m gonna have to start selling cattle. Damnit, this is a lot of responsibility for a guy of only twenty-one years in age! These are just some of the thoughts running through my mind as I was barreling down the long gravel road towards home. My...
House Sitting Pretty By Ellie Dauber (c) 2003 Looking back, I guess it was all my fault. My name, by the way is -- was -- Dan Hendrix. I worked as a salesman for Paxton Realty. In fact, I still do. We specialize in commercial real estate: office buildings, malls, warehouses, that sort of thing and we do sales, rental and maintenance. I've worked there since before Mary and I got out of community college about twelve years ago. Mary and I got married the week we graduated. She's a...
The final chapter based on reader comments. All the usual and customary disclaimers apply. Maybe downloaded for personal use only. Any other use by author's permission only. Rated X and not for the sweet/sentimental reader although Allen is free to be himself in the end. Comments can be sent to [email protected]. My Pretty Dolly Part 3 By Cheryl Lynn Brian was in his late fifties and lived on a two hundred acre farm/dairy. He never married, kept to himself and had a...
Two new pretty things for Mistresses . Expensive red shoes & a slavegirl. I finished off my makeup in the mirror, by applying a final touch of lip gloss & just the tiniest extra hint of mascara to the tips my lashes. I had spent over 2 hours in the process, in? the bath & waxing my body all over & especially intimately. Painting my toenails & primping myself. I slipped out of my lace baby doll nightie. & pulled on my most expensive sheer silk pantie & bra set. A matching garter belt for my...
Pretty in Pink Part 7: It was really hard for me to forget about the disco, but let's just say that Tony found out I wasn't a natural woman but because of his machismo, he agreed not to out me as long as I agreed not to tell people we had dated. When I returned to school on Monday I saw the announcement I had been waiting for, cheerleader tryouts were being held today! I felt as though I just had to be a cheerleader, they had such a pretty purple and black uniforms. I could...
“DON”T leave the kitchen sink in such a mess like that!” “What mess? Its just a few leftover soap suds.” “It drives me nuts.” Well, she drives me nuts, too. Once again, I couldn’t get anything right. Why can’t she just chill out, lighten up, stay cool, or whatever slang the youth of today would use to describe it? It was obvious to anyone who cared to listen to us that my wife and I did not get on very well anymore. In...
It all started when I asked my brother, Ryan, a simple question: Am I pretty? You see, my name is Amber, I'm fifteen and a half, and have never had a serious boyfriend. Guys don't seem to hit on me or even flirt. My friends tell me I'm cute, but they're girls. I need a guy's opinion. I've got the basics, I know that. I stand five foot three, have amber (of course) eyes, medium-length light brown hair, weigh one hundred and seven pounds and wear a size 34B bra. I know I don't have real...
In the part of the big city, where the old neighborhoods have decayed, is a house that is owned by a group of men who use it for their hobby. It's not a nice hobby but these men are not nice. They know they're not nice. They enjoy being not nice. They're good looking men who dress well. They have money and respectable jobs and more than one pretty housewife and mother has returned the flirting smile of any one of these men as they push their carts down the aisles of a supermarket or be...
Karrie is sitting in the bath, soaking in the heat, relaxing after working the weekend shift and feeling beat. Now is her moment so to speak. Hubby will be home soon but this time’s for hers. Hmmmmmmm… Karrie heard the front door open. “Honey, is that you?” “Yeah, sugar. Guess what! I brought you somethin’ special.” Greg enters the bathroom. Through the steam Karrie can see he has flowers! Better yet, he’s naked and his cock...
Beagle9690 December 2013 It was bitterly cold on this February 3rd morning. It was much too cold for butterflies....or so I thought as I walked outside bundled up warm and toasty in my soft and luxurious knee length cashmere coat that was lined with red silk, including the voluminous hood; my birthday gift from Matthew. I was also wearing a red cashmere hat, scarf and mittens. They were a nice splash of color to the creamy white of my coat. These were not the only gifts from...
Lisa, bluest of eyes, this is another one for you. (Day Two) Loving Lisa’s Pretty Pink Pussy Petals [1] A Really Close Shave Upon awakening, I sensed that some things about this morning were different. For one thing, I wasn’t in my bedroom or even in my own danged bed! For god’s sake, I was in my parent’s bed! And, I wasn’t alone. A naked woman occupied the bed with me. In the back of my mind I was really hoping that Mom and Dad were still asleep this morning in Heaven...
Despite the lack of vision, the floors below had felt familiar and, in a strange sense, even comfortable. The journey to the uppermost floor, however, proved unsettling, despite her willingness to undertake it. Accompanied by a quartet she knew nothing about, with obvious designs upon her body, for the first time she wondered at the wisdom of her choice. Green tag girl gets in over her head she mused with the ghost of a frown. She had her safe word, of course, should events push her, not just...
BDSMOlivia pirouetted slowly, gazing at her reflection in the full length mirror. A vanity purchase, admittedly, and the money could have been used far more responsibly. No regrets. She loved the way it reflected the Christmas lights strung along her book cases, hung all year round, turning her bedroom into a place of magic and transformation in her imagination.Through pretty, she’d never been vain about her appearance. She owned the cute girl next door look. She was Betty of Archie fame. Not...
BDSMI stood in front of the salon with the Groupon printout in my hand. I held it like an award I had won and was proud to have. It was a pick-me-up gift from my mother for when I got my next interview or two. That was why I was here, to get my nails done for an interview I had the next day. I wanted to get my hair done, but – well, my budget wasn’t going to handle that, no matter what. As it was, I had lost my cell phone, land-line, internet, and I was barely keeping the rent paid and the lights...
Fetish“Yo, Sammy, wait up.” I was still on cloud 9, my mind completely fogged over by what had just happened in the restroom not an hour before. It was all I could seem to think about, which was terrible in a way, since I’d walked out of my last class not having put one answer down on the test we’d taken. I really needed to clear my head or I wasn’t going to even make it to high school. I stopped in my tracks at the sound of my name being called and turned around to see if I could find who was...
I drove home from the bookstore with a smile on my face. Spunky hadn't changed a lick. To Spunky any guy who was getting any, was 'The Man'. He really was all about sex. I felt funny leaving my step mom there in the glory hole room but I figured she was getting just what she wanted. She wanted me to screw her on the side and I was all right with it as long as I didn't hurt my dad. She was in heaven sucking the cocks as they stuck them through the wall so I didn't feel bad about it but just a...
I've always much preferred being with a man because let’s face it, I love cock. However the beauty of women has always captured me. I can’t help but admire their beauty. I've fooled around with girls in the past but I haven’t ever let myself go all the way before. I think it’s time I let myself find a pretty girl pet. My last relationship was with a submissive man, who allowed me to do as I please. I think it’s time I find a pretty girl pet to do the same. I joined a site for BDSM Lifestyle...
FemdomA Pretty Possession ? by: Dee Eon I heard the faint sound again, and quietly groping off my bed in the pitch black room so as to not wake my new stepbrother Timmy across the room, who was apparently finally silent in sleep from the fitful little moans and sobs since the car crash that took his only sibling almost a year ago when he was five or so. Timmy's folks claimed that those wailful fits were way better than when he was sleep-walking after the accident but I doubted that...