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Emergency Room by Debbie Cybill Thanks to my wonderful wife Jeannine, I spend most of my life en femme, except when I am at work, when I have to wear pants. Jeannine is all that any cross-dresser like me could want in a wife. Apart from all her other qualities, which any man would want in a wife, Jeannine is not just supportive of my xdressing, but positively encourages it, even enthuses over it. I am simply not allowed to dress as a man around Jeannine, not that I would ever want to. Both our families have seen me in dresses, and all our close friends too. Jeannine and I met in England when we were both grad students. I come from Manchester, in northern England, but Jeannine is French Canadian, with a touch of Canadian Indian blood in her ancestry, and we now live in Quebec. I have no trouble in going out dressed, even in daylight; and I do much of the grocery shopping. I pass quite well, and I don't really care if anyone reads me. What if they do? Only a group of children will make any remark, though they can be tiresome. But I still have two hang-ups, one minor and one major. When we go shopping for clothes, I still have butterflies about trying on dresses in the stores, even with Jeannine along as "protection"; and I have always felt nervous about the possibility of being involved in a car accident and being taken to hospital while dressed. Jeannine and I are both Pisces - a couple of wet fish, if you like - so when we heard that she must attend a business conference in Manchester at the beginning of March, we decided that we would make this a joint birthday holiday and visit my brother in Chorley, near Manchester, at the same time. Out of deference to the "M" on my passport, I had to wear pants for the flight and for going through Customs and Immigration, but that did not mean I should do without my lingerie. I prepared for the flight as for any other trip outdoors, by putting on my bra and panties, a pale beige set. The bra was slightly padded, for although I already had breasts, they were barely 36A, not the 36B they have since become. I added a camisole and tights, opaque black. I put on a white polo shirt which buttoned on the "wrong" side for a man (the right side for me), and pulled on a pair of charcoal grey stirrup pants. Even if I had to wear a jacket and pants there was no need for them to be men's pants and even my blazer buttoned on the feminine side. I felt naked without my makeup and wig. Jeannine wore a smart wool tweed suit in a mix of ivory, teal, and old rose. I had a matching suit but it was packed in my luggage. We took a limo to Montreal Airport. Neither of us felt like driving with the possibility of a blizzard in the offing. Thanks to the limo, we did not need our heavy winter coats and snow boots, so we both wore running shoes, Reeboks with pink trim, more comfortable for a long flight than leather shoes. As usual, the overnight transatlantic flight seemed interminable, and we landed at Ringway airport at six o'clock in the morning. There were no problems at Immigration, and we chose the green lane for Customs, since we had nothing to declare. Despite the early hour Jimmy and Sue, my brother and sister-in-law, were at Ringway to meet us. "Well, it's a long time since I saw you in pants, brother!" Jimmy is captain of one of Manchester Liners container ships, plying between Manchester and Montreal. About six times a year Jeannine and I drive to Montreal and take Jimmy out for the evening and then sleep on board his ship before returning home the next day. On those few occasions, when he has more than 36 hours in port, we have taken him home with us. And of course, Jimmy and Sue have visited us at home from time to time. After we had all hugged each other, we piled our luggage into Jimmy?s green beemer; Sue and Jeannine climbed into the back, I sat beside my brother, swinging my legs into the car in a ladylike manner, despite the pants, and he drove off. Jeannine pulled out her compact and applied a little lipstick when we stopped at traffic lights. I thought of doing the same, but without my wig, I thought better of it; lipstick does not got well with a receding hair-line. We chatted gaily and discussed plans for what we should do during our visit. On this day in late February, the roads were treacherous, and my old fears about being caught in a car accident were uppermost in my mind, not so much the chance of injury, but of what would happen if I were taken to hospital. And then it happened. We hit a patch of ice and the car spun out of control. We were not the only ones; two other cars were spinning round and we caromed off one to end up wound around a light standard. This was in the days before cars had seat- belts. Jimmy, behind the wheel escaped serious injury, and the ladies in the back suffered no more than a severe jolting. But I was in the ?suicide seat?, the front passenger seat, with no seat-belt. I was thrown head-first through the wind-screen. The Manchester police were quickly on the scene, (?Aren?t our police wonderful??) soon followed by a whole fleet of ambulances. I came round in the ER room of Prestwich hospital. What would the nurses think of me, dressed like this? Then I heard a gentle voice, ?Can you manage to get your tights off by yourself, dear, or do you need my help?? I felt gentle hands easing them off. ?I think I?ll drop these in the waste bin. You?ll never be able to wear them again. What?s your name, dear, mine?s Francesca.? ?My wife calls me Debbie, but at work I am known as Derek.? ?Just let me ease your knickers off, Debbie, then we can start on your shirt.? Once more a gentle touch. ?Now don?t sit up, Debbie; you may have neck injuries. I shall have to cut this shirt off. We can?t take it over your head.? My shirt and camisole were slit up the sides and the pieces consigned to the waste bin, then I felt Francesca unlatching my bra. ?I think I?ll slip this and your knickers into a plastic bag and then no-one else need see them. Oh, you really do have breasts, Debbie. I thought it was all padding. Do you take hormones?? ?No, Francesca. I caught a rather nasty fever in Africa a few years ago, and these are one of the side effects.? Francesca helped me into a hospital gown and nothing more was said. I was trundled off to x-ray, and after an endless series of x-rays and a brain scan, we had the diagnosis. Nothing was broken except my face. I had a smashed nose, both cheekbones were fractured, and my face was pitted with scraps of broken glass, many of which had embedded themselves in the bones. The first job for the Resident was removal of as many pieces of glass as possible. Francesca held my hand through much of this, comforting me and assuaging the pain when she was not assisting the Resident. Then I was admitted to the hospital and sent off to the surgical ward. The next day the plastic surgeon, Mr. Nanjit Singh, visited me and we discussed what he would be doing. First, my nose - what shape did I want? My first thought was that it should be restored to its original bulbous shape, but Jeannine vetoed that, picking out a more delicate feminine nose for me. Then the muscle band underneath the right eye needed repair and the left eyelid would need surgery too, to make it match. The question of the brow ridges came next. They were badly pitted by the glass fragments. Should he try to build them up again with bone implants taken from my hip? ?No need for that,? said Jeannine, and I agreed - why go for extra surgery on another part of my body. Besides, my brow ridges were a bit of an embarrassment when I was xdressed. I asked Mr. Singh (British surgeons are addressed as mister, not doctor) to shave down my brow ridges to a reasonably level surface, taking bone away instead of adding more. That just left the question of the cheek bones. They were pushed well back into my face. Once again there was the question of the shape they should take when they were reconstructed. Jeannine picked out a style with high well- emphasized cheekbones. ?Don?t you think you might look rather feminine, Mr. Carruthers?? It was not hard to hide my grin; I was in enough pain to make grinning not just difficult but agonising. Over the next week, while Jeannine was attending her conference, Singh worked his miracles in reconstructing my face. Jimmy and Sue were regular visitors, but one unexpected visitor was Nurse Francesca, who came up from the Emergency Room to see me. She looked around to see if anyone was within earshot. ?I took your underwear home and laundered it for you, Debbie.? ?You are too kind, Francesca. You should not have bothered.? ?It was no trouble. And, they are so pretty and delicate. It was well to wash them as soon as possible. I am sorry I had to destroy the matching camisole.? She bent over and hugged me - very tenderly, thank goodness; I was too sore for a strong hug. Thus, the insurance paid for much of the feminization of my face. I should never have had that surgery just as an elective, even if I had felt willing to pay for it, but once it had happened to me, I was happy to accept it. All my dread at being taken to a hospital after a car accident was dispelled thanks to Francesca. I knew if it ever happened again, there would be no Francesca, but other nurses might still treat me kindly and not worry about how I was dressed. Finally, I was to be discharged from the hospital. Jeannine brought fresh underwear for me, an ivory silk blouse, and my suit that matched the one she had worn for the flight. I dressed and climbed into a wheel- chair with a blanket over my lap to conceal my skirt for a moment. Sue and Jeannine took turns pushing the wheel-chair. I insisted on detouring through the ER. I wanted to say goodbye to Francesca and to thank her. Once there I discarded the blanket. I stood, thanked Francesca and hugged her. She had the last word. After looking me up and down she said, ?This will all make you a better woman, Debbie.? I took Francesca?s hand in one of mine and Jeannine?s in the other and squeezed both of them. Now all I needed was for my breasts to grow to match my face.

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caught in the backroom

Kevin Longquirt was supposed to be doing inventory in the backroom of Warden Automotive parts. Instead he was rubbing his cock through his jeans while thumbing through an old porn magazine. He had found the dirty magazine hidden in the bottom of a dusty old filing cabinet. Kevin was a thin, sinewy 18-year-old with dark black hair and green eyes. He had played football on the high school varsity team and had developed a strong and lean body. What he lacked in bulk he made up in speed and...

4 years ago
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Emergency Sitter

I’d known Kristen for almost two years. Our nine year-old sons played soccer on the same team, so we spent many Saturday mornings alongside the field watching them run around after a white ball. We weren’t exactly “good friends”, but we talked every time we met, passed the time of day and consoled each other in our single parent status. My wife had left me for her rich boss and how her husband ran off with a girl from a trailer park. We always laughed about how there was a message in there,...

2 years ago
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Emergency Medical Sex

I had just recently started working for a new ambulance company. I had already been a Paramedic for several years by this point, so I knew the job, but I was still newer amongst my coworkers since they had been with this company longer than I had been. It was spring time and the days were getting longer and warmer. The boss had just decided that the crews could switch to wearing T-shirts with the company’s logo rather than the heavy, synthetic-fiber uniform shirts. The only requirement was that...

3 years ago
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Emergency Sitter

Kristen needs a sitter... but the situation turns into a wonderful opportunityI’d known Kristen for almost two years. Our nine year-old sons played soccer on the same team, so we spent many Saturday mornings alongside the field watching them run around after a white ball. We weren’t exactly “good friends”, but we talked every time we met, passed the time of day and consoled each other in our single parent status. My wife had left me for her rich boss and how her husband ran off with a girl from...

2 years ago
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Emergency Medical Sex

I had just recently started working for a new ambulance company. I had already been a Paramedic for several years by this point, so I knew the job, but I was still newer amongst my coworkers since they had been with this company longer than I had been. It was spring time and the days were getting longer and warmer. The boss had just decided that the crews could switch to wearing T-shirts with the company's logo rather than the heavy, synthetic-fiber uniform shirts. The only requirement was that...

Quickie Sex
2 years ago
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Emergency sex

This is the true story of george phillips of meridian, mississippi, who was going up to bed when his wife told him that he´d left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. George opened the back door to go turn off the light but saw that there were people in the shed in the process of stealing things. He immediately phoned the police, who asked “is someone in your house?” and he said no, but explained the situation. Then they said that all patrols were busy,...

Incest
3 years ago
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EmergencyChapter 3

"What is your address?" "Our address — Oh my god — what's my address? — 15773 Bullock Avenue — please — there's so much blood - Hurry!" It was Thursday at noon — David and Mary left for Phoenix Arizona. Steven and Julie couldn't wait to have the place to themselves. On the kitchen counter, was a printout of 12 phone numbers, a combination of family, Dad's cell and the police and fire departments. They also were left a crisp one hundred-dollar bill. The home phone rang, surprising...

1 year ago
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EmergencyChapter 5

"STEVEN — WHERE ARE YOU?" Julie screamed, now up and walking, after being cleaned up. The police arrived. They took the gun from Mary, put David's dead body on a gurney, and whisked him away. "JULIE, are you all right?" her brother asked carefully walking back into view. "Daddy ... our father ... is dead!" The kids took a shower and got their suits back on. They went out and waved good-bye to Jeff and Jo. It was scheduled for them to come back on Saturday for dinner with the...

4 years ago
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EmergencyChapter 7

"I just killed my own husband because he was threatening to kill our son," their mother explained to the policeman. He thanked her and left. "What were you thinking sleeping together - much less in our bed?" "I guess we weren't thinking, Mom," Steven said. "How long has this 'love' of yours been going on?" "Less than four days - we've been safe," Julie said still in tears. "What did you tell the cops, Mom?" Steven asked. "That my husband was threatening to kill my son,...

4 years ago
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Emergency AccomodationsChapter 2

Shelby graduated the next morning and by early afternoon was on her way back to our home with our parents. I still had a few days of finals left so I would leave in eight more days. For those eight days my hours were not only spent cramming for tests, my mind was full of my sister. I could have sent her text messages or emails but I didn’t. She hadn’t sent me any either. For those eight days I wondered what the hell we should do about her carrying my baby. More to the point, what she should...

3 years ago
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Emergency AccomodationsChapter 3

I went back to finish my college degree, Shelby found a job and an apartment in Asheville, about 180 miles from our parents. We corresponded by email, text and occasionally by phone. We resumed our normal family relationship, the sexual interludes were relegated to history. Even though we weren’t screwing any more, I used my memories as stimulation when I took matters into my own hands. After jacking off while thinking about my sister my nuts would relax in total satisfaction but my cock...

2 years ago
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Emergency AccomodationsChapter 4

Shelby’s lifelong best friend Rachael became my lover. She still lived in our hometown so we slipped into an intimate relationship much to the delight of my sister. I never forgot what my sister and I did twenty minutes before she got married and even though we didn’t talk about it, whenever we got together after that my libido was on alert. I also kept hearing the persistent echo of her words, “It’s too bad you live so far away.” About 15 months after the wedding Rachel and I were visiting...

2 years ago
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Emergency AccomodationsChapter 5

“Where are you going?” Lonnie asked. “Our dad is sick so Shelby and I are driving home to sit with mom until dad recovers.” “Is it serious?” “For mom anytime any of us gets sick, it’s serious. That’s why we need to go, mom will be frantic with worry so my sister and I need to be there for her.” That was the conversation I had with Lonnie after Shelby convinced me to spend some time with her. My sister might have settled for a few hours in her own bedroom but I decided that she needed to...

3 years ago
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Me My Gf And Her Roomy

Hello friends I am Yash again explaining my threesome experience to you. Me, my gf and her roomy. Meri gf Sarika jo ki bahut sexy ladki h jiske boobs bahut tight h or gand gori chikni. Or meri gf ki roomy Rosini she is soo soo soo sexy that I can’t explain her sexy body mai to usse kapdo m dekh kar hi jhad jata hu uske bade bade boobs ahha haaa or uski jhaat bhari choot maja dila deti h.. Maine meri pehli story m bbatay kaise maine Rosini ko choda aab mai apna doosra experience batane ja rha hu...

3 years ago
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Rehab Roomies

The addiction counselor asked the room how they could work on self-improvement. A middle aged white woman was answering first when the door swung open. “Come on in,” said the licensed professional. “You must be Geo.”“Yes, I am,” replied the five-foot-five-inch, dark brown young man.“There’s a seat right over there by Aaron,” the man pointed. “I’m sorry, Barbara, Continue on.”Barbara went ahead sharing her thoughts. Geo sashayed over to the chair and parked his tail next to the older bald...

1 year ago
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Roomies

Typically, his so called buddies would crash through the door and subject each other to random acts of humiliation; taking pictures to post online or use as blackmail. It was not like they had complete disregard for my sleep, just that they were drunk morons looking for a good time. Okay, so maybe it was complete disregard. Over time, their activities mutated and one night they brought over a girl, just one, and had their way with her. At first I thought they had planned it, but after peeking...

4 years ago
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In her Dressingroom

With a make-up wipe I took the orange glaze, the white glitter and the sweat of my face. It was always such a satisfying moment. After the show was done, my muscles sore, I would take off the sweaty costume of the Sugarplum fairy, but before I jumped into the shower of my private dressing room I first took the make-up off my face. Seeing the Sugarplum fairy disappear and my own face reappear. A moment of self care. A moment off calm, no sounds, no music, just the soft rumbling of the...

2 years ago
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Cuckolded by Bunty Broomstead

I would in all probability never have discovered that Jessica my darling wife had cucklded me with a cad and lothario, Bunty Broomstead to be precise, had my Darraq Motor-Car not broken down twix the Dog and Duck Inn and Hampstead New. I was quite discomfited. The Darraq was usually so reliable. Unlike Jessica. I do not declaim to be the most jovial of coves, nor the most attentive nor passionate of lovers but for my sins I had sampled none but that bitch Jessica for seven tedious...

4 years ago
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Str8 Roommies

I’m the type of guy that likes almost all kind of guys, even the not-so-cute ones. I’m 18, and in my life I’ve fucked tall guys, small guys, whites, darks and black guys, all types of cocks and balls, so basically that makes me just a horny guy looking for sex. I study Natural Sciences at my university, and I live in an apartment with two guys I met in a summer Math course, Mark and John. Mark was fair skinned, a pretty boy, kind of hairy, short, with an excellent pair of legs I enjoy...

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