I think that if you could get honest answers, a lot of heterosexual guys would probably admit to having had at least a passing desire to be a girl. If they were honest, they would probably admit they thought of it "when I first noticed a girl's breasts" or "when I first felt a girl or... read more
They say that life is about making choices. But we humans don't get to choose the two most important factors in our lives. We don't get to choose our genes, so I got stuck with XY chromosomes. And we don't get to choose our natal families, so I got stuck with my mother and father. My father, Edua... read more
Does Life Imitate Art? I love technology, in spite of the stereotype about girls. Although I was a guy, at least outwardly, until a year ago, I think I was always inwardly a girl. According to the stereotype, we girls are supposed to be indifferent to anything more technical than the designer cov... read more
Rose stood before Joan's office door at 1:59pm. She was dressed in the same black leather outfit she had worn the night before, and she was also wearing the same "Don't fuck with me!" attitude. She had pulled herself together in the limo, assuming that Joan would have security cameras focu... read more
I sat there for some time, my phone still in hand. I couldn’t fully comprehend the situation and where I was. All this started when I was put on furlough and thought I would be losing my job, an idea born out of boredom, hornieness and desperation. What started as a regular cam show with a guy hopin... 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
I don't know how long I was under...days, weeks...who knows, maybe even months. Reality blurred with nightmares as I felt my flesh being cut into by cold scalpels and stuck with needles, filling me with horribly persuasive dreams of a beautiful new body. I tried to imagine myself as a man, just to s... read more
Now Rose upped her sincerity level. "I want that kind of friendship with you, Joan! I believe we are kindred spirits. If two manipulative bitches like us CAN be friends, I think we should be. I did this little scenario today as a show of skill, inclination, and sincerity. Could I do to other me... read more
The horrible memory of my crackhouse ordeal faded much as the lurid surgical site on my abdomen faded to a faint pink smile at my bikini line. I went off the AIDS cocktail after one awful month of constant nausea, and was pronounced antibody-free. My surgeons pronounced me healed and recovered. Natu... read more
It was one of those soft southern nights you hear about in movies and old soft rock songs. I could smell the long leaf pines and the moon was nearly full. I had been on my own for so long that it rarely bothered me as it did in my youth. That lonely feeling that never quite goes away. Now it came on... 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
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
Robbie remained behind. She waited till the paper smoldered and then finally caught fire, then she went back into the den and put on her dress. She mussed her hair and smudged her makeup as if she had been sleeping. She looked back into the living room, and seeing that the fire was spreading from th... read more
"How is it you get the glamorous drag role?" asked May. "Well, Ted Walters said he hired me based on my performance at the Montreal Comedy Festival. There I was doing some impressions. Vocal impressions. A little Jim Carrey, Tom Hanks as Forrest Gump, Austin Powers, and some musica... read more
When we stopped shooting to break for lunch, I hurried off to visit the men's room. Or rather, the washroom in my dressing room. Walking into the spacious dressing room area, I could see that Daniel and Sean were still hard at work. Daniel, with brush in hand, was styling an auburn wig. It was lo... read more
I first met Robert as I was moving into my new apartment building. He was just one of the several men who appeared out of the thin air and offered to carry my furniture and boxes up to my new second story apartment. Most of these manly he-men only appeared because they wanted to get to "know&qu... read more
Ever since I took the leap and became and transformed my body into the one I was supposed to have I have never been happier. I love my soft skin, long dark hair. When ever I can I will look in my mirrors at home while naked and rub my hands up and down my body, feeling my big D cup breasts then runn... read more
I’d been emailing and phoning Dan for several weeks when he first suggested that we meet up. It was very exciting and I couldn’t wait. My every waking hour was spent thinking about it. The only odd thing was the request he’d made. “Can I ask you a bit of a kinky favour?&rd... read more
A familiar sensation greeted me as my eyes opened and a yawn escaped my mouth, that oh so delicious feeling of my morning wood straining against my silk night ware. It was becoming an ever occurring pattern that no matter how large the orgasm the night before I would wake with the hardest of cocks, ... read more
Caught Dressed by Jordan Skythe Chapter One He turned in fright as the bedroom door opened, and frantically pulled his comforter off the bed as Bradley entered. “That was locked!” Brad straightened and smiled. “Woah! Hi!” “What the hell!” Brad motioned to the door frame. “You do know there’s... read more
