Hands handle. Usually, touch signifies acceptance, whereas the avoidance of touch signals rejection. Hands are involved in embrace, which implies fondness or even love. Hands welcome. Hands communicate. Hands work and play. Hands massage. Hands manipulate, shape, and form. Hands hold. Hands give. ... read more
Epilogue Rob came home from work. His wife Jenny was waiting for him. In her hands she held a letter. Jenny said: "We received this letter today. It is sad news from Marion S. We have met her and her husband John a few times - do you remember? John has had a car accident while driving fas... read more
Chapter 1 "What would you like for your birthday?" my wife asked. "An unforgettable sex session" I answered, jesting. "Is that right? Well, we'll see" came the reply. I forgot all about the exchange and nothing else was said about my birthday. The day arrive... read more
I was fresh out of college and needed to make some real money if I wanted to get my own place and start my business. The job with the limo service was OK but I had to come up with something to supplement that income. Living with Kelly was great but i knew that soon she'd want to move in with her l... read more
Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Steven Brun. I'm a young Black guy living in the city of Boston. I recently graduated from high school and started college. I go to Boston College. It's a school full of rich white kids but I'm liking it so far. The city is big, much bigger than the sm... read more
Toy Party Story Recently I met with a person whose sole desire was to be fully dressed and transformed for me. We spent quite a bit of time on the phone discussing why feminization was such a powerful fantasy for him. He explained that he felt so vulnerable and powerless as a woman and that it... read more
I jump around a lot when I tell my story. I don't always tell it in the order that it happened. But I do tell my story accurately. It's all me. I write from experience, love to share the dirty little kinky things I do. There is no moral to the story, no ending. I just like to write about the things ... read more
"Dave," she purred, "you know you can tell me anything. Surely you know you can trust me not to judge you by your fantasies." He was squirming under her touch, his eyes tightly shut, trying to avoid telling her his deepest secrets on the one hand, and on the other, hoping beyo... read more
04.04.09 Dear Karen, Since my last letter, I have finished transforming BJ's appearance. I went back to see Denise and she took me on a little shopping trip. We got some great "curves" for BJ and he fills out his clothes much better now. BJ looks and acts very feminine, is becoming a... read more
I was just horny. All of the time. I just wanted to fuck someone in the worst way. 18 years old, never had a date. Too skinny, too weird. I wore my hair long, not a very hairy body, not very athletic. Just a skinny kid who didn't get any attention. Lot of church girls in the bible belt but they were... read more
As a student at college I wanted a bicycle for Christmas. I hadn't past my driving test and even if I had, I couldn't afford to run one with my Saturday job wages. My parents didn't have much money so I didn't ask for an expensive model by name, anything would do. I didn't think they could go far wr... read more
My name Is Brian or at least it was the first 18 years of my life. Brittney is my new name.... All of this started when I was just out of high school. It was the beginning of the summer and I was feeling great. During the summer I was planning to do a study abroad program for a year before colleg... read more
Chapter 1 "Hey Scott, Fauna kind of likes you," Jenna said, snickering. "Hey Jenna, it hard to hear yourself over that echo?" Scott said as he caught the football, and then heaved it back to Ronnie. "Huh?" Jenna asked, puzzled. "Yeah, your head up your ... read more
Chapter 1: Humbling Beginnings My story starts where most every crossdresser's story starts. It starts somewhere around the time I was an infant. I can remember, not to mention being told several thousand times that my choice of toys as a child was dolls, strollers, dress up and tea parties, Barb... read more
Chapter 1: Humbling Beginnings My story starts where most every crossdresser's story starts. It starts somewhere around the time I was an infant. I can remember not to mention being told several thousand times that my choice of toys as a child was dolls, strollers, dress up and tea parties, Barbi... read more
Stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! *** It all really started on a Monday. One bright sunny Monday, early summer, an unusually warm day for June in England. And it really was stupid thing to do... read more
I met her during the summer. I was only nineteen and working to save some money for college. I had been raised by my grandparents who had both passed away over the past year. After the burial costs I was far from wealthy. My parents weren't around so I was on my own at a young age. I had moved a cou... read more
Tyrone is a tall skinny black guy 22 years old and his Mel is short and pudgy. I am an older white sissy. I wear female clothing under my regular clothes all the time. Saturday morning I went to the small house they rent and brought an overnight bag. Tyrone opened the door and I walked in. I s... read more
Having an open mind and saying yes to a TS friends' idea has lead me to discover things I never even knew about myself. I’ve always been into kink, but my adventures as a CD have shown Me that I have filthy perverse cravings to satisfy with people I’ve yet to meet. I enjoy transsexual escorts and th... read more
"Can you wear a dress tonight?" "I can't crossdress in public, I'm not 'out' and don't want to be seen that way." "That's okay. We're going to a gay-only club that has a drag queen show tonight, so you'd fit right in." "Cool, but I'll have to change when we get there." "Awesome! See you tonight!... read more
