From the beginning, when my breasts first began to bud--that was my true beginning --men accepted my offer of them, pleased to receive such gifts. My admirers, admiring them, circled their soft, tender areolas with the tips of their forefingers, as delicately as though they were outlining the cir... read more
There is a very old saying," Be careful what you wish for because you might just get it." My fathers name had been James Bradley. He had been a CEO of a top Wall Street investment firm. My father didn't climb to the top by being a good guy. He was a total prick who would stab anyone he had... read more
I miss my cock. Sometimes. I had one once - one of my very own, connected right to me - but now it's gone. Never thought I would miss it. I'm sure you've guessed by now that I am a full transexual. I had the boob job and started hormone treatment years ago and felt much better as a shemale than a... read more
"You look lovely," Drake told his date as they walked hand in hand to his Mustang, parked at the curb in front of her house. Sharon was wearing a frilly lavender prom dress made of silk and satin, lavender heels, and a string of pearls she'd borrowed from her mother. The dress was tight... read more
I met Jeff one day at the nearby tennis courts. I could never have imagined what the result of that meeting would be. I suppose I should tell you a bit about me. I'm a happily married 34 year old. About average in most respects. A little spare tire trying to form around the middle but in decent ... read more
My life had changed so suddenly. One encounter with Jeff and everything was different. A week ago I was just an average married guy, with an average life. Sure I had the occasional Bi fantasy, but outside an college encounter all it was was a fantasy. Suddenly I found myself falling into one of ... read more
I got a great job, right after I graduated from college. And while the job required that I relocate from my hometown of Chicago to sweltering Houston, I was more than willing to pack up and go. Too many of my fellow graduates were stuck working in the food service industry while they waited for a dr... read more
The days start early for the Terrace View Apartments sex slave staff. Especially the newest sissies that have yet to completely adapt to their lives of sexual servitude. My first full day as a sissy slut began at 4am when I was yanked roughly out of my cage. My hands were quickly secured behind m... read more
"If you like them, why don't you wear them as underpants, I mean?" Stephanie asked. "They're not underpants," Brad said. "They can be, if you want them to be." "They're jockstraps." "They could also be used as underpants." Brad hesitat... read more
Giles was looking over his shoulder when he tripped over something-or someone-big. Impossibly big. Bigger than a Hell's Angel or Dog the Bounty Hunter. "Oof!" he cried as he fell forward, scraping his palms as he used his hands to break his fall. He looked up and back, to see that his l... read more
I was a romantic despite the cynicism I projected in my job. This tough black skinhead yob had abused me - he had shaved me, humiliated me and yet for the next week what I remembered most was the kiss. Sure, the abuse had touched something in me but until I had met him it was unacknowledged - someth... read more
The musical orchestra Mel and i are in had a performance in Rochester ,New York and i needed someone to share a room with at hotel. Mel was the first person who came to mind,and since blowing him last time i thought i would ask him. Mel told me his wife wouldn"t be going and he would love to sh... read more
I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in... read more
Chapter 8 The first thing that struck me was pink! More pink satin than I thought existed in the entire world. The walls were covered in baby pink satin curtains, the plush carpet was also baby pink. Like all the other rooms in this house of the bizarre the ceiling as a full mirror. There was a h... read more
=-=-Chapter Six-=-= I woke up sometime later and I was feeling better, even a little hungry actually, and I wanted a shower and I needed to pee and...I cocked my head as I heard the unmistakable sounds of Mistress Stacy's bed moving. She had a large one, king sized, with old springs or somethi... read more
At Mistress Rachel and Master Tony's house Denise was pushed into the role of maid along side her mother, Susanna. Susanna had been reshaped exactly as Mistress Rachel wanted it. She was now a devoted little nymphomaniac slave who loved her mistress and master and who would do anything for them. Lik... read more
PROLOGUE: Ross Thorn, aka Nick Mitchell, paced back and forth in his office high up in the Hancock Building. He glanced out the corner windows. North you could see out over Chicago's North Side to almost as far as Wilmette, and east out over the lake almost to Michigan. It was a perfect spring da... read more
A happy, confident, definitely Rose Rose had walked through the door of Vaingirls. She had shopped the Loop, and left her androgynous clothes in the dressing room of Marshall Fields as trash. Newly unbound breasts, and nether regions encased in the sexiest lingerie Victoria's Secret had to offer, we... read more
It was 2:00pm, exactly five weeks after The Meeting. Jessica stood fidgeting behind the Vaingirls cash register. Things had returned to seeming normalcy after The Meeting, but all the secondary participants in Rose's plan knew it was like the Phony War of 1939/40, and that things were being done beh... read more
Joan hung up the phone. One of what she liked to think of as "Dr. Adkin's Rules for Having It All.And Keeping It" was, "Always expect the unexpected", but this had thrown even her for somewhat of a loop. Rose was still alive! Not only alive, but here in Chicago and wanting to mee... read more
