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This story is mine and if someboy wants to put it up on a different site should ask me first. There are some scenes which are not suited to minors so if you aren?t 18 years old stop reading now. But before I begin a little explanation for my absent of late. Four months have passed since I put up the sales ad for my wife (unknown to her but in agreement with Domme Mistress Stacey Lynne which is all what counts). Since then me and my family have moved to a different country and things...

All Dressed Up

All Dressed Up Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I stood on the small terrace that ran across the back of the house, all dressed up and had everywhere to go, but no courage to do it. I watched as a small duck glided down to the water, settling on the calm surface making barely a ripple. I had spent hours in front of the mirror, primping and staring at the reflection there, the woman that looked back was young, no more than 16, with auburn hair and green eyes. I was dressed...

My Lady Fair

My Lady Fair Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I was very disgusted with my brother Jeff. We're both in high school now, Jeff a junior while I'm was a senior. I had seen my brother dressed as a girl quite often over the years, usually when we were both younger, but Jeff always went a little too far and made it funny, or he dressed up on Halloween. Since we shared a bedroom, I could hardly miss it when he started to accumulate some clothes that were decidedly not for any male...

Sixteen and Just a Girl

Sixteen, and just a girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I slipped the dress over my head and zipped it up, then looked in the mirror. No makeup, my hair a mess, no shoes, and I was flat chested. But I saw her, and I was captivated by her. Not the travesty staring back at me, but the cute girl that she could become, if only I knew how, and tried a little harder. As I took the dress off I just knew that my parents wouldn't understand if they saw me all dressed up as a girl....

2014 A 50 Year Sex OdysseyChapter 26 Mary on a Roll

When Laura left, Mary commented "I think we may have a new partner" ... my contribution to that was "everything you do turns to GOLD", as I hugged her from behind. Mary held my arms in place around her waist, and I added, "That went about as well as we could have imagined, huh?" In my arms, she nodded in the affirmative. "The other night at dinner, she was at loose ends ... Laura even shared with me that most guys she'd been around treated her as ' one of the boys ' – something...

Sixteen

Sixteen, and just a girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I slipped the dress over my head and zipped it up, then looked in the mirror. No makeup, my hair a mess, no shoes, and I was flat chested. But I saw her, and I was captivated by her. Not the ugly broad staring back at me, but the cute girl that she could become, if only I knew how, and tried a little harder. As I took the dress off I just knew that my parents wouldn't understand if they saw me all dressed up as a...

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The large man was pounding hard into Michelle's pussy as she lay on the small bed. The bed springs were squeeking loudly and the bed was slamming into the wall of the tiny room. He was grunting and about to cum. He had chosen not to wear a condom. It was always the john's choice. The man slowed a little in his thrusts as he pumped his seed into the pretty little wife. He moved to suck on her right nipple and then moved up a little higher on her tit with the full intention on marking her with...

The Job

For those of us that have suffered the pain and anguish of trying to avoid what we know is true. Failing, and then succumbing to it, when the night is darkest, the tears are flowing, and you find no solace in that cute red dress you have on, think of the joy your family, friends, children and God bring you. If we let our devotion to our needs surpass them, we will have failed both them, and ourselves. They are our strength. Many of the descriptions below are from my own wretched...

What a Ridiculous Idea

What a Ridiculous Idea Janet Stickney The very idea that I could fill in as a bridesmaid was ridiculous. Mom had suggested it even before my sister had selected her Maid of Honor! Her reason for asking me was that as far back as the family could remember, the sister of the bride had always been the Maid of Honor, and in fact what she had suggested...

The Scarlet Ribbon

The Scarlet Ribbon Janet Stickney I hated it. The constant drone of the nearby mill, the crime, drugs, and prostitution all wore on me like a millstone. I had graduated first in my class, but because so many kids dropped out, I wasn't sure that meant much. My Mother had taken off a few years back, and I never bothered to look for her. I had never known my father, probably a trick my Mother had turned. I had managed to get through school with the help of the woman that ran...

The New Belle

The New Belle By Janet L. Stickney The dress was very heavy, and huge. Over five foot in diameter, the light green material hung, draped over the hoop almost to the floor. Worse, the waistline was accomplished using a corset, making my normally 27 inch waist a trim 22, while at the same time, using the excess flesh to create a modest but full bustline. My hair was covered by the wig, auburn in color, done in sausage curls that hung down the back. On my feet I wore silver lame...

TRANSFORMERS Sort Of 2

TRANSFORMERS continued. Reintroducing our cast of characters. Donnie/Donna, Jerry, Donnie's best friend. Martin and Janet, Donnie's parents. Fred and Annie, Jerry's parents. Claire, Jerry's younger sister. Debbie, Donnie's girlfriend. Cindy, Jerry's girlfriend. Paul, a private eye. And introducing two new characters, P.I.'s Terry and Pete, Paul's friends/associates. Dr. Fine. Inventer/reverse engineer of the suits. From last time: "I settled into Jerry's embrace, realizing that what...

Three Guys

Three Guys Janet L. Stickney [email protected] The three of us had been the butt of so many jokes that it was becoming unbearable. We were three guys with no way to get back at out tormentors, unable to muster the nerve to strike back, or the even manliness to try it, and sadly, it had always been this way. The very last straw, the one that certainly broke my heart the most was when two jocks picked me up, then stuffed me in a trashcan, head first. As everyone laughed at me I...

What A Ridiculous Idea

What a Ridiculous Idea by: Janet Stickney [email protected] The very idea that I could fill in as a bridesmaid was ridiculous. Mom had suggested it even before my sister had selected her Maid of Honor! Her reason for asking me was that as far back as the family could remember, the sister of the bride had always been the Maid of Honor, and in fact what she had suggested wasn't even unheard of. Twice before in our family history, some poor soul, a male soul, had been roped into...

Baby Baby Baby

Baby Baby Baby Janet L. Stickney [email protected] Do not attempt to do a thing unless you are sure of yourself; but do not relinquish it simply because someone else is not sure of you......Stewart E. White "I think you should try it, just to see how hard it is!" "Nope," I said firmly. "Being pregnant is for women!" "Well, yes, that's true, but you have no idea how hard it is around here! You never help!" "I'll help," I stated in typical male fashion. "Yes, I...

Pigtails and Satin

Pigtails and Satin Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I stood there in the foyer, my hair draped in pigtails and shiny ribbons, a trace of makeup on my face, colored only by the blusher and the pale lipstick. The dress, black velvet on top and white satin below, barely came to mid thigh on me, the white tights accented by the patent leather Maryjanes. Mom stood next to me, holding my hand as we looked in the tall mirror. I was elated and horrified at the same time, excited and...

My New Baby

My New baby by Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I walked into the store and bought the items I wanted from a list I carried with me. The woman rang it up and I went to the next place on my list where I bought some makeup. From there I went to an inexpensive shoe store, tried on some flats, then bought myself two pair. I drove across town to a specialty store where I bought huge slabs of fine grained foam rubber and the hot wire to cut it into shape, and by the time I got...

Sail Bahamas

Sailing Janet L. Stickney [email protected] My friend Bill and I were as close as brothers, having virtually grown up together, and we each thought we knew everything there was to know about the other. Because we rarely held a secret from each other, I felt very secure in the knowledge that I held one thing very secret to myself. Bill has a sister that is two years older than we are, and is a total pain. On the other hand, I have two sisters, Karen, and Kathy, both older than I...

Pigtails and Satin

Pigtails and Satin Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I stood there in the foyer, my hair draped in pigtails and shiny ribbons, a trace of makeup on my face, colored only by the blusher and the pale lipstick. The dress, black velvet on top and white satin below, barely came to mid thigh on me, the white tights accented by the patent leather Maryjanes. Mom stood next to me, holding my hand as we looked in the tall mirror. I was elated and horrified at the same time,...

The Crucible

The Crucible Janet L. Stickney [email protected] In our youth, we learn may things. We learn to walk and talk, interact with others, dress ourselves and so on. Into that crucible, we toss that moment when we learn about ourselves. We are boys or girls, our physical being, an undeniable fact that defines how we are to be raised, treated, and dressed, yet some of us know that being called a girl, or boy, is somehow wrong. A mistake that nature laughingly foisted on us, and by the...

My Terror

My terror Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I felt the terror deep. Way down inside, searing my soul and sending shock waves through my body, making me shiver while sweat poured down my back. I stepped out into the cool night air expecting some relief, and there was, a little, until I heard the door slide open behind me. I froze, unwilling to see the face of my doom, yet, there was no way back in unless I turned around. I stood there, my hands clasped in front of my skirt, my...

Rita

Rita's Report Janet L. Stickney [email protected] My name is Tom Hansen, and I always wanted to be a reporter. As far back as I could remember, I wanted to be like Edward R. Morrow, a hard hitting pull no punches kind of guy, and all of my schooling had been directed towards that one aim. I was in my first year of college, taking courses in journalism, when I applied for a job at a local newspaper. The Editor was a 40 year veteran in newspapers, a man I knew I could learn a lot...

The Bus a Death then Recovery

The death of his sister in a terrible crash sends the family into a tailspin, and he resorts to pranks that are more than pranks, dangerous even. When he damages the neighbors house, he is given no choice in the matter, and become Emily, the girl his sister created when they played dress up. After struggling with his fear and contemplating his fate, his mother finds a way to help him. After a few months of being a girl, he knows the truth. Emily is here to stay. The Bus, a Death,...

Just Like Mary

Just like Mary Janet L. Stickney [email protected] The leaves were falling, littering the ground, my efforts to rake them into a pile futile. With the breeze continually spreading the pile around, I finally gave up and went inside. My dad was still working on his painting, the young girl laying on her back, white tights, shoes and dress starting to take shape. Dad made a wonderful living as an architect, but his real passion was painting. There were several of my sister and...

Babykins

Babykins By Janet L. Stickney [email protected] "I think you should try it, just to see how hard it is!" "Nope," I said firmly. "Being pregnant is for women!" "Well, yes, that's true, but you have no idea how hard it is around here! You never help!" "I'll help," I stated in typical male fashion. "Yes, I know you will, because if you don't, your little secret will get out, and we don't want that do we?" She knew damned well that my dressing up was between us, and for...

Caught

Caught! Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I had been dressing up since I was about seven, always very careful not to get caught, and I was successful. Until I turned 14. Then he saw me. My best friend in the whole world had simply walked in the house, opened my bedroom door, and saw me standing there, completely decked out, from makeup to dress, pantyhose and low heels. My hair was tied up in a high ponytail, which exposed my clip on earrings. You could say that we were both...

More Than That

More than that Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I had no idea what I was going to do, but unless I thought of something, I would never hear the end of it. Last year I had faked illness instead of going, but this year, there was no way I could do that. I lay back on my bed trying to think of something, anything, that could be a costume, but wouldn't be my usual suit and tie bit. Everyone told me that being a used car salesman was getting old. My parents always took this...

Sailing

Sailing Janet L. Stickney [email protected] My friend Bill and I were as close as brothers, having virtually grown up together, and we each thought we knew everything there was to know about the other. Because we rarely held a secret from each other, I felt very secure in the knowledge that I held one thing very secret to myself. Bill has a sister that is two years older than we are, and is a total pain. On the other hand, I have two sisters, Karen, and Kathy, both older than I...

The Big Change

Janet L. Stickney [email protected] The Big Change I had been dressing up since I was about seven, always very careful not to get caught, and I had always been successful... until I turned 14. Then he saw me. My best friend in the whole world had simply walked in the house, opened my bedroom door, and saw me standing there, completely decked out, from makeup to dress, pantyhose and low heels. My hair was tied up in a high ponytail, which exposed my clip on earrings. You...

Ladies Who Lunch In The Cosmic Bubble

"Ladies-Who-lunch: In The Cosmic Bubble" The second week of August,1961. Summer was coming to a close and fall was just around the corner. The schools were being readied as the grade school kids grumbled, while the college set was spending the last couple weeks with friends and starting to pack up and plan for their coming year. Sitting at the kitchen table the steam drifted lazily up from the coffee cup as Joyce read the short letter sent by the university registrar concerning...

The Role of a Lifetime

Chapter 1 It was the summer between middle school and high school and I was really ready to leave middle school behind and get on with life as a highschooler. I looked forward to going to real dances and on real dates and, yes, even some fooling around, you know, sex. Now don't get the idea that I'm a slut, I'm not. But I'm just like all my girlfriends, my body has been changing and developing for several years and, well, I'm really wanting to use some of this new body that has...

Richard the lll

Richard the III Janet L. Stickney [email protected] Richard left on the Crusades, leaving his maiden alone, longing for his return. She cried out went he left, telling of her love for him, hoping, pleading, that he would not go. Richard, with but a single glance back at her, rode off on his quest. The maiden, her eyes filled with tears sank to the floor in despair, her gown draped around her as her impending loneliness descended on her. The curtain fell to the resounding...

The Images in my Mind

The images in my mind Janet L. Stickney [email protected] The images jump to my minds eye clearly. All of the fears and joys of these early years. Since I alone am the editor of my dreams, I'm probably selective about what I chose to remember, but all of the fears of discovery and the breaking of the social taboo's, along with the self rejection linger on, like a self imposed exile. We all have the power to transport ourselves to the wonderland where all of our fantasies...

Lips or Lipstick

I have a fetish for juicy red lips. Well, at least I think it is for lips, maybe it is just a fetish for lipstick. You tell me. Here’s my story.I love those television commercials for lipstick where the model is applying a very red, glossy or matte, lipstick very sensuously, or it appears to me that way. Makes my mouth water to kiss those lips or imagine them wrapped around my cock. The other night we rented from RedBox the original Blade Runner (1982) which ironically supposedly took...

The Craigslist Killer Chronicles

FLASHBACK I think I’m in the clear for now. The police have come and gone, and the hotel staff has cleared the hallway outside my room. If I could, I’d try to get some sleep, but after what I’ve just been through, that would be difficult. So I’ll try to write down exactly what happened this week, while it’s fresh in my mind, in case my lawyer needs it in the morning. One thing’s for sure: I will never, ever dress up as a woman again. Who am I trying to kid? I’m trying to describe the most...

Confessions of a Cum Slut Pt 6 10

Hi, if we haven’t met yet, my name is Cindy; I’m a cocksucking, dick-riding, pussy-eating, ass-fucking cum slut. And these are my confessions. My very first orgasm, and the half-dozen that followed, I climaxed while a cock spurted hot cum in my mouth and I fingered myself. The next 20 or 30 times I came, I was squatting in a glory hole, again with a series of cocks in my mouth, leaking precum or shooting a load down my throat while I fingered myself. In college, I lived in a dorm with a...

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Wanda and I have been married a couple of years now. Second try for both of us. She's a totally amazing woman. My first marriage ended when I caught my wife in bed with my boss - I swore after that, I'd never be able to trust another woman enough to love her. Wanda changed my mind. She opened my heart up and made me care about her. She'd been hurt, too - she caught her husband in bed with a friend of hers. How's that for low-down ? Our sex life was incredible. We made love nearly every...

The Bubblebath

On a clear summer evening you walk the path to my door and up the steps. There you see a note pinned underneath the brass knocker, your name written upon the folded page. Your brow furrows, wondering if I’ve had to leave suddenly. You think of how carefully you prepared for this night, taking in your polished black calfskin shoes, the crisp, creased white trousers, a narrow black belt encircling your waist. The sleeves are rolled up on your ironed blue cotton shirt, open at the throat,...

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I laid there beside you and watched you sleep: a gentle smile came across my face just entranced by your beauty. All of those months of talking and learning about one another, the yearning was so powerful that I thought I would die unless I could see you. Now here you are laying beside me, your soft gentle breathing making me sigh and wish I never had to let you go. You looked so exhausted, which you should be after our twelfth session of love making since this morning. Well it was in the...

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For the rest of the week I was a total wreck, dreading, craving, anticipating, and fearing, the arrival of Jerry’s wife and Rocketman69, whose real name I'd discovered was Jim. Just thinking about all of the possibilities had me literally trembling with lust and, at times, fear. Jerry, too, was in a constant state of arousal. Neither of us could believe what a slut I was becoming.After work on Friday, Jerry dropped me at the hotel before going to pick Sarah up at the airport. I gathered...

THE ADVENTURES OF ME AND MARTHA JANE

POSTING SOMEONE'S ELSE'S STORY The story herein is told as best as I can recall it. It occurredduring 1948-49-50. There are continued incidents that occurred 1952-58.Over the years I have relived these events countless times, carefullyreconstructing in my mind many forgotten details and conversations -- atone point undergoing hypnosis to recall details or events that lay buriedunder a lifetime of other thoughts and concerns.What follows is presented as clearly as I can remember... The single...

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Dominatrix Fetish in the burbs (with a twist): I'm not normally the sort of woman (I'm pre-op trans) that indulges in naughty bussiness outside of a bedroom typically in a home/house.But these past few weeks while on my hormones (during the times my levels peak) like the type that help to restructure my body, smooth my toned yet soft milky skin even more, and help to grow my size B cup titties (at present) even bigger, these Growing girly feelings are making me desire very intimate yet...

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A ThirdBy A. B.(Tv, control, forced fem, cuckold, impreg., mf, Mm, oral, anal)For years I've been what is known as a closet crossdresser. That is, I like to dress in women's clothing and I like the idea of being treated like a woman by a guy. I'm very passive sexually and, unfortunately, so is my wife.My fetish took a new turn when I began to talk to other cd's on a chat program and, after a while, talking to the "admirers" who are interested in us. There are an amazing number of both of us -...

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PETTICOATING FLOURISHES LADD'S EXCHANGE MALL BOOK TWO BY JENNIFER SUE By the middle of May; Louise, Tammy, Jamie, Brenda, and Tracy were competing to see who could be the biggest tease. The perky eighth grade girls had talked their parents into letting them take dancing lessons together at METAMORPHOSIS SCHOOL OF DANCE. They wanted Tina Bemis, the owner, to teach them jazz and aerobic dancing so they could all make the cheerleader squad for the upcoming school year. ...

The Debutante

The Debutante Janet Stickney [email protected] When I was 16 I bought my first formal. It was all white, floor length, with a sweetheart neckline and puffy cap sleeves. It cost me almost $200, but it was worth it simply because it was mine. I tried it on in my room and then hung it in the basement among all of the other dresses that were there. My name is Jeff Grant, I'm 17 now, a short skinny guy with no girlfriend or even many boy friends. A serious student,...

A Family Reunion

A Family Reunion Janet Stickney Five years is a long time, unless you are doing what you want. From the time I was a child I had held my secret close, afraid of what people would say, but when I began to get older and the need became more pressing, I began to take chances, and I was caught several times. My mom, like my dad didn't understand, but at least she tried. Twice when I was in high school she helped me, once when I had gathered up the nerve to go to the show. I...

The Dress

The Dress Janet Stickney To admit our desire is the first step To deny them, our last I watched all of my sisters as we grew up, watching them as they dressed in the frilly dresses, heels, wore makeup and had their hair done. All of them were beautiful, and in my heart I wanted to be just like them. The scent of the makeup and perfume, the crinkly satin and taffeta dresses, the shoes, all combining to make me ache inside with the desire to be just like...

PenPal Letters

PENPAL LETTERS BY JENNIFER SUE ************************************ LETTER #1 September 12, 199- Dear Susie; My name is Jennifer Sue. My Mommy told me to write you because we may share similar interests and might have a lot in common. For your sake... I hope that isn't true! I'm a very well-behaved twelve year old who is NEVER allowed to wear pants, not even shorts! Not only that, but every bit of my clothing is decorated with lace and/or ribbons. Mommy...

Surprise Surprise

Surprise Surprise By Janet Stickney [email protected] I was surprised that it was my dad doing the insisting, very surprised because he's a macho kind of man, not taken to emotional expression of any kind. Stoic is the best word I think. "I know this sounds crazy as hell, but we don't have anyone else to ask Marty." I sat across from him, staring open mouthed at what he had suggested. I it was so outlandish that I could not believe he even asked me! "Your mother says...

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This story utilizes characters owned by DC/Time Warner/Warner Bros., and does so strictly in a not-for-profit, parody fanfic usage meant for the enjoyment of comic fans everywhere. Characters in this story are loosely based upon the Batman Adventures animated show, since in the comics Batman, Robin, Batgirl and Nightwing do not appear or work together. Consider it a sort of Elseworlds type story, not really set in any of the normal Bat realms. My imagination does not...

The Fates

The Fates by Janet Stickney [email protected] The only way to overturn cruel Fates is to use the truth Destiny is fate aggravated by chance. That's what dad always said. As I dressed I knew that it was true. Why else would I be pulling on a skirt? I finished dressing, joined my mother for breakfast, and thought about how the fates had been so kind to me. My name was Jeff Grant. I'm 16 now, yet this all started when I was 15, just out of school for the summer. I...

Bad Luck

Bad luck? By Janet Stickney I was a lad of seventeen when this all started. How it started is an odd bit of joke, circumstance, bad luck, a pushy mother, a dotty father, and my own growing realization all rolled into one. My name is Fredrick Garrison Grant, at least I keep telling myself that, as my husband kisses, and caresses me. I'm trying very hard to remember it, really, I am. It was our turn to host the annual party, and mother was going out of her way to make it the...

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Cinderfella By Heather St. Claire The first nine years of the life of Eldon Ross IV were filled with happiness. He was the only child of Marsha Ross And Eldon Ross III, and he was deeply loved and indulged. Though he was young and innocent, he knew his life was special; it even occurred to him that in some ways he was living a fairy tale. After all, he lived in a wonderful mansion overlooking the great metropolis below. He thought of their home as a castle on a hill; his father was...

You ve Come a Long Way Baby

You've Come A Long Way Baby - By Renee' Kelly Anderson It had been a very tumultuous and depressing year for me. Some Corporate down-sizing leading to demotions and a rocky relationship had taken their toll on me. I was 30 years old and had been secretly cross- dressing since puberty. In my early 20's when I was single, I would get all dolled up about once a month then take evening rides through the Maine countryside, stopping at secluded rest areas to strut my stuff. Of course...

Empregnated by the neighbor

This is not my own story but it is very good, had to share it.Kara is recently married, and wants to get pregnant.It was a good thing my husband liked tanlines. I loved to sunbathe in the nude, but I could hardly take off my bikini in front of our neighbours' son. As I basked in the sun Nicky turned the lawnmower around, and I stole a glance of his tight behind. I noticed his body was beginning to develop, and admired his athletic build. He was quite tall for his age. With ease he turned...

Bobby s Rainy Day Adventure Chapter II

Bobby's Rainy Day Adventure Copyright 2005 by Heather Rose Brown CHAPTER II Startled awake by someone rapping on the bathroom door, bubbles went flying everywhere as I flailed around in the warm bath water. "Bobby, you okay in there?" It took a minute for my sleepy brain to recognize who was asking, and another to remember what I was doing in the bathtub of an unfamiliar house. Before I could answer, the bathroom door opened and a face that matched the voice peeked...

The fun I had with a mother and her daughter

I took Melody out after church one Sunday. She was a rather nice girl, not exactly a playboy model though. Nice long, dark blond hair, with a pleasant complexion to her face, blue eyes, and her breasts were well proportioned to her body, She also had an appearance of being well-fed, but not chubby. At the restaurant, as we talked over our hamburgers, I noticed her blouse was a bit open, revealing a bit of her cleavage, as well as her bra was quite visible through the material. Her nipples...

Personal Assistance

Personal Assistance By: Cindy Renee' Anderson [email protected] My life with Rick had become mundane, ordinary, if not predictable. It wasn't that Rick wasn't a good catch. In fact from the moment that we first met after being introduced by mutual friends, I found Rick's intelligence and sensitivity a major attraction. Rick was laid back, almost care free, soft spoken with hints of sarcastic political humor. We though alike when...

Virtual Reality Girl

Joanna's best friend Tiffani had called her up and invited her over to see something very special. Tiffani was very secretive on the phone as to what it was. She said it was something that Joanna would never believe in a million years. With her curiosity peaked Joanna left her home immediately and soon arrived at Tiffani's house. Joanna rang the bell and within a few seconds Tiffani opened the door. They hugged upon seeing each other as old friends often do. Once the hug was broken,...

The power of sexy

THE POWER OF SEXY parts 1-7 By Flygirlxoxox My name is Alan Ambrosio and this is my story. As it happend. Yes I am a boy and a typcal one. I have always been fascinated by girls. Their hair, their smells, their curves, their clothes, the way the walk, the way they talk.... At age 15 I have been involved in sports. I am quite good and very competitive. My problem...girls. Girls to me are like kryptonite to superman. I can be doing something confidently, intently and-- a...

The Craigslist Killer

The Craigslist Killer © 2014 by Nom de Plume I think I'm in the clear for now. The police have come and gone, and the hotel staff has cleared the hallway outside my room. If I could, I'd try to get some sleep, but after what I've just been through, that would be difficult. So I'll try to write down exactly what happened this week, while it's fresh in my mind, in case my lawyer needs it in the morning. One thing's for sure: I will never, ever dress up as a woman again. Who...

Hitchhiking adventures 2

Part 2 of 3 I recommend you first read part 1 The story so far: In the summer of 1982 I was a very femme New Romantic hitch-hiking from my internship in Belgium to Brighton for a couple of weeks surprise break. After a couple of lifts an English Trucker who offered to give me a lift the whole way to London picked me up. After I flirted with him, thinking he was straight, he told me that because he had signed me on as his drivers mate to the ferry, that i had to stay the night in...

A Boy Like Me

A boy like me Janet L. Stickney [email protected] How does a boy like me end up in a pickle like this!? I was going to do it, but I wasn't going to like it, that's for sure! I looked over at my mother, who was smiling, then at my dad, who wasn't. Then I saw all those bags laying by the door. "Do I have to do this? I mean... it's so... sissy! I don't want to dress up like a girl!" "Yes," Dad said, "you have to do it, and no, I'm not happy about it either, but it...

Show Girl

Show girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I was scared to death, but I felt the hand on my back, and with a gentle shove, I was out on stage. The outfit I had on was like a swimsuit except that it had glitter all over the bright red material. Nude hose covered my legs, making them shiny and smooth, the red heels shaping my legs. The tiara on my head glittered with rhinestones as the lights fell on me. I had no choice but to do my best, and strutted out to center stage...

A Pink and White Dress

A Pink and White Dress Janet L. Stickney [email protected] If you were to say that I was scared, you would be right. I stood there completely dressed as girl! And I mean complete, from the skin out, including panties, white pantyhose, a bra stuffed with socks, and a party style dress that did nothing but scream femininity. Pink, with white lace trim, short enough to reveal my knees, pushed out by the three petticoats enough to make it sway with every step I took. My hair,...

Getting Pregnant

Getting Pregnant Janet L. Stickney [email protected] Her swelling belly, her breasts sagging in anticipation of the baby, her hips widening out to ease the delivery, the clear rosy skin and the obvious joy she felt at the coming event were all evident to anyone that simply looked at her. As she walked past me, I once again rued the day that I was born male, unable to experience the joys of being pregnant. In my early youth I had tried padding my belly, desperately trying...

Maidens pageant

Maiden's Pageant Janet L. Stickney [email protected] When I went out that night I knew I was taking a chance, but I simply couldn't help myself. That yearning to go out, dressed as a girl, the one that had nagged at me for so long, finally won the argument between my fear, and my desire to do it. The minute I stepped out into the night, a wave of relief washed over me. The twinkling stars, the warm night air and the moonlight was nothing to the feel of fresh air on my newly...

Fear of Failure

Fear of Failure Janet L. Stickney [email protected] My parents are real big on not failing. They insist on success in everything we do, which is very difficult, yet it seems that they have no remorse, sympathy, or even the slightest bit of understanding when someone does not win, be the best, or come out on top. More than an obsession, it's a way of life for them. My dad is also a huge sports guy, which is okay, but he always wanted me to be on every team, which, on the face...

I Hated Losing

I Hated Losing Janet L. Stickney [email protected] The dress was heavier than I expected, and it was uncomfortable to boot. When everyone was out of the car, a young man walked up and offered me his arm, and with a smile from my mother, I picked up the hem of the long dress and took his arm. I was wearing an authentic 1893 outfit, right down to the bloomers, or panties as we call them now. My mom and dad were really into play acting scenes from that era, but mom always...

Coming To Terms

Coming to Terms Janet L. Stickney [email protected] "You can't say that you won't look nice, not unless you try it!" "No!" "But why not? I mean, it's not like you haven't done it before, remember that Halloween party?" "Yeah, but I was ten, not 18!" "I know that honey, but you know that we need the money, and Cheryl assures me that this is a job is a gimme!" "Maybe, but why do I have to dress up like a girl!?" "Cheryl told me that since all of her clients are...

Murder is Easy

Murder is easy Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I was rudely shoved to the ground and roughly held there by two guys, then I felt my skirt being yanked up. Without pausing, my panties were taken down to my knees and I felt his hands on my hips. Discovering my secret, he punched me in the head a few times, then he pushed against me, making me yowl in pain. He kept pushing until he finally pushed into me. I was ashamed, afraid and humiliated past the point of tears, then he...

Bad Luck

Bad luck? Janet Stickney [email protected] I was a lad of seventeen when this all started. How it started is an odd bit of joke, circumstance, bad luck, a pushy mother, a dotty father, and my own growing realization all rolled into one. My name is Fredrick Garrison Grant, at least I keep telling myself that, as my husband kisses, and caresses me. I'm trying very hard to remember it, really, I am. It was our turn to host the annual party, and mother was going out of her way...

The Promotion

The Promotion Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I have to admit it. I looked pretty damned good! I didn't think it was possible, but my sister had helped me get ready, and under her guidance, I came out looking like a doll! Not as cute as Claire of course, but close! I had on a black sheath dress with gold and black earrings, a gold necklace, and shiny black heels. Under that I wore a pair of black panties, a lacy corsolet that held up the breast forms and stockings. My...

My Anger

My Anger Janet L. Stickney [email protected] It was a stupid bet and we all knew it, but I was the dumbest one of the bunch, since I took the bet. It was easy. All I had to do was find out the password for the Registrar at school. With that password we could get in, change grades, give ourselves perfect attendance and so on. But my buddies wanted to make it worthwhile for whoever took the bet. If, whoever got the password, got away with it, we would keep him in gas for six...

Almost a girl

Almost a Girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] This all started when my sister and I got into an argument about the differences between guys and gals. I thought they had it made and she thought I was all wet. Well, that discussion lasted about twenty minutes, neither of us scoring many points, when my Mother came in heard us talking, and heard my sister make a very simple comment. "You should try walking in my shoes for a while! Then you would see what it's like to be a...

Proposals

With the very kind permission of Femur, I have adapted one of his covers as inspiration for this story. Many of you are aware that Femur does wonderful covers, based in the Spells R Us, Altered Fates, Ovid, and Bikini Beach Universes. While this story was inspired by that work, it DOES NOT fall into any of the categories mentioned above, and contains no magic of any kind. This particular story is based on the cover "Proposals". Femurs work can be found at http://www.tgcaps.com ...

The Geek

The Geek Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I was a geeky, smart, and skinny nerd, a loner by any definition. I didn't fit in with the kids that defined the "in" crowd, and was just smart enough that most of the others left me alone. My one and only outlet for my needs were the few moments that I was able to get all dressed up as a girl. I knew how most people would react if they found out, since I had first hand knowledge. My mom caught me dressed, told my dad, who then...

Priscilla

Priscilla Priscilla Constant He was wearing his sisters clothes when his Mother found him. He was fully decked out in her best ball gown, heels, jewelry, and wearing full makeup. They started at each other for a minute before she found her voice. "I wondered who was getting into our clothes and getting makeup on them! Now I have my answer!" He stood, rooted to the spot afraid to move or say anything because his Mother had a temper that was legendary in the family. She walked...

Just a Little Lipstick

Just a little lipstick Janet L. Stickney [email protected] "Christine! Get down here!" Taking my first step did nothing but make me miserable, yet once my parents heard my footsteps, I couldn't stop; they wouldn't tolerate it, and I didn't want to get smacked again. I walked down the stairs and into the familyroom, not only my skirt, but also my hair, flouncing with every step. I wasn't expecting to see anyone but my parents, but there was a whole group of ladies...

Deceit

Deceit Janet L. Stickney [email protected] The undertone in our house wasn't pretty. In fact, it was ugly, but all I could do was suffer the stares and snide remarks silently. To do otherwise would have caused a firestorm that I did not want, since I had already experienced that thrill when my dad walked in on me and found me completely dressed as a girl, complete with makeup and my hair brushed out. The short miniskirt and low cut blouse with the heels I had on didn't help...

Maid of Honor

Maid of Honor Janet L. Stickney [email protected] In many of the stories I had read on the Internet, being the bride in a wedding was a constant theme, a good one to be sure, but still, just fiction, and I very seriously doubted that any guy could actually pull it off with any realism; maybe, but probably not. I liked to dress up, and did so when ever I had the chance, starting from a very young age. I thought that I was moderately good at it, not perfect to be sure, but in my...

No Way Out

No Way Out Janet L. Stickney [email protected] My inability to control my urges had led me to take many risks. Risks that I knew might cause me severe embarrassment and ridicule if I was found out, but I simply could not stop. My compulsion was so much stronger than my fear that I took the risks whenever I thought it was safe. My mother had left for work earlier, and left home alone, I gathered up my pitiful few clothes I would need and went to my room. As soon as I pulled on...

His Kind of Girl

His kind of Girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I wasn't expecting it, so when he kissed me I was quite shocked, and so was he I think. We both pulled away, not revolted so much as stunned that it even happened! Turning, I looked and saw everyone else having a good time; that meant that nobody had seen us! "Sorry," he said, "it's just that you're so...cute!" I went back inside to hide in the crowd, unable to reconcile what I felt with what had just happened. You see,...

Dream Girl

Dream Girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] When I first saw her I was about six, but by the time I was ten I knew she was beautiful beyond words. Blond hair that tickled the ears yet hung lower in the back, big blue eyes and a bright smile. The pale pink and white dress fit her perfectly, and the white shoes and tiny white purse only made her seem even more feminine. But what made her so pretty was the pale red lipstick which lined her small lips in a cupids bow that was...

Lessons Learned

Lessons Learned Janet L. Stickney [email protected] When I walked in the house and saw my parents sitting there, you could have killed me with a feather! They weren't supposed to be home, so I had gotten dressed and gone out with my best friend to a show. We traded stares for a moment, then I started for my bedroom to change and go to bed. Wait a minute young...lady" came dad's voice, "come back in here right now!" Now, since I am their son, you can guess how I was...

The Gown

The Gown Janet L. Stickney [email protected] When I was ready I slipped the dress over my head, then using a pull chain, I zipped it up, feeling the material tighten around me. Stepping into the shoes I walked to the mirror and stared at myself. The gown fit me perfectly, and except for the fact that I had zero cleavage, made me look like the girl I wanted to be. It had taken two weeks wages to buy the gown, more when you added in the corselet, padded pantybrief, shoes and...

Maid of Honor

Maid of Honor Janet L. Stickney [email protected] In many of the stories I had read on the Internet, being the bride in a wedding was a constant theme, a good one to be sure, but still, just fiction, and I very seriously doubted that any guy could actually pull it off with any realism; maybe, but probably not. I liked to dress up, and did so when ever I had the chance, starting from a very young age. I thought that I was moderately good at it, not perfect to be sure, but in my...

Sultry

Sultry Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I had the best tenor voice in the school. I sang in all the plays, participated in the choir, and practiced a lot. I knew that my voice could propel me into the big time, but I had to maintain my grades, graduate, and go into a well regarded music school to even have a chance. I worked hard, and even had a few famous people come see sing me when I was a Junior. They all said the same thing. Great voice, good delivery, nice tonal...

It Just Happened

It just happened Janet L. Stickney [email protected] All my life I had liked to dress up as a girl, gathering courage and experience as time went by, but when I was in college, in my own apartment, everything I had dreamed about became possible. Like all new students, it took some time to get settled in, but as soon as it was possible, maybe a month after school started, I got all dressed up, and went out. As a girl, I don't think I'm pretty, I'm merely passably average, and as...

Emily

Emily Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I was dismayed at the way I looked. I had dreamed of this moment for a long time, and here I was, my dream shattered, unable to correct my many mistakes. I had gone into the storage closet and taken some of my sisters clothes, and in the privacy of my room, tried to dress as my dream girl. The clothes were the right size, but I didn't have the right undergarments, my hair, while long enough to be brushed into a feminine style, was...

The Beating Heart

Appliances, school girl, corsets, hormones, wedding, From a scared boy in a dress furtively sneaking out at night, he was drawn into his femininity slowly. His friend Chris and her brother Jimmy grow closer, Chris as a trusted girlfriend, Jimmy as something more. His Mother, aware of his antics and late night forays in a dress, finally confronts him with his most secret desire. As she demands to meet this secretive girl, he struggles with the admission that he knows will change his...

Lessons Learned

Lessons Learned Janet L. Stickney [email protected] When I walked in the house and saw my parents sitting there, you could have killed me with a feather! They weren't supposed to be home, so I had gotten dressed and gone out with my best friend to a show. We traded stares for a moment, then I started for my bedroom to change and go to bed. Wait a minute young...lady," came dad's voice, "come back in here right now!" Now, since I am their son, you can guess how I was...

The Game

The Game Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I was sitting high in the stands, at the far end, away from everybody else. They were watching the game, while I was watching the girls. Specifically the cheerleaders. They are all pretty, slim and cute, and here I am, doing my best, and managed to look...passable I guess. This is the third time I have come to a game dressed as a girl. I always come late and leave early so I miss the crowds, and I always wear a skirt and blouse with...

Terms of Life

The Terms of Life Janet L. Stickney [email protected] For the first time in my life I was able to get changed without feeling the fear crawling down my spine. As I stepped into the heels and adjusted my dress, I glanced in the mirror one last time before I took my purse in hand and walked out the front door. The summer breeze wafted around my legs, lifting my dress a bit, but I ignored it and calmly walked to my car, got in, and drove across town to a small caf? I had selected f...

My Little Black Dress

My Little Black Dress ethan susan Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I had gone out to pick up a few items I needed, like pantyhose and new eye shadow, just another fear filled adventure into the outer world. I always felt edgy buying those things that guys didn't usually buy, so I had gotten dressed and bravely went out once again to buy the few things I needed, before I scurried home. I had yet to have anyone figure out that I wasn't a girl, or, at the very least, if they...

My Predicament

My Predicament Janet L. Stickney [email protected] Halloween was coming up, and it was my chance to dress up like a pirate or something really cool. But that was not to be, because that was the year they decided to incorporate a costume party with big prizes. I had zero chance of winning anything, so I gave up before it began. "What are you going to do for the party?" my mom asked. "I don't know yet, maybe a pirate?" "You," mom said, "did that before. I have a much better...

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