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Transsexual Actresses Part 2
On the way to Florida, in 1992, Meghan stopped in New Orleans, Louisiana. Her visit to this city lasted an unexpected five years, during which time she began her transformation into a transwoman. A popular nightclub, Papa Joe's, was looking for a replacement for a transsexual who had played Madonna,... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 19
The booked me as Alex Rios and handed me an orange jump suit and slip-on boots. I changed in a tiny curtained alcove and relinquished my clothes, shoes and purse, and became Inmate 265743. The booking clerk ignored my pleading eyes, so I begged. "You can't put me into a male population. I... Read full Story
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TV television
My girlfriend Gloria and I had just moved into an apartment together, having gone out for six months or so, before making the committment. We moved in furniture from each of our apartments, after deciding what would go best in the new place. With the exception of a television, we really had everythi... Read full Story
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Sissy Slut and Stepdads
Frank was pumping me hard and his huge cock seemed to have grown and become extra hard. I am so thrilled that way he enjoys fucking my ass with such passion. I would almost think he was in love with me if this relationship wasn't so bizarrey. It’s ironic that as a male I always get total humiliation... Read full Story
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Glory Hole Girlfriend
My boyfriend likes to take me to the local adult bookstore, into the back where the video arcade is. There's always a lot of men there, strangers that we don't know, and I feel funny when they look at me. They wonder why a pretty young woman would be back there. It smells too. A rich sweaty sc... Read full Story
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Lady and the Cop
A cab pulled up to the front door of the Orbit Lounge bar and three curvaceous figures, Regina, Alice and Rita stepped out, paid the cabbie, and moved gracefully towards the main entrance. They were all so jubilant and any observer would suspect correctly that they were already under the influence. ... Read full Story
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Slut /W Bad Boy
I was excited as always because I was about to go out in public and hopefully I will meet some horny man with some money and get laid. Now, to make sure that I am a picture of femininity, I double checked my makeup in several mirrors from many angles. My lips were perfect and I made sure my cheeks b... Read full Story
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Becoming A She-Males Bitch Part 2
After last nights ordeal I was given something to drink and taken to a bedroom upstairs. What I drank must have had some kind of drug in it because I was knocked out. I bet I was asleep in just a couple of minutes. I barely even remember lying down. When I woke up I was naked, sore as hell and fe... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 6
In my rare moments of leisure in the weeks following my close encounter with death, I had had little opportunity to talk about it. Of course, the police had asked perfunctory questions, and I had testified at the coroner’s inquest, but until my next appointment with Dr. Erika Wright, I had not... Read full Story
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The Mole
Police work is a paramilitary occupation. Uniforms, rank, weapons, discipline…It can be exciting and interesting for some and boring for others. Some officers seem to find lots of action during their career (or maybe it finds them) while others never use their sidearm except for target practi... Read full Story
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A Certain Perception
Kyra was not the girl of my dreams. I never DARED dream a woman that good would just walk into my life. She was smart, sassy, vivacious, intuitive, resourceful, and a real 'people person'. We met in an Internet chat room called "Working Girls". We're not talking about the kind you find in ... Read full Story
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Healthy Behavior
"Uhh…is Mr. Stanford around?" "One moment dear…ooh, damn heels. Makes it impossible to walk through doorways. Here I am ma'am. So, did the maid get you here alright? Hello? Earth to…" "I can't believe this…" "Oh, the heels? Yeah... Read full Story
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Filthy Little Beast
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 full Story