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Anastasia's Life So Far
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 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
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A Game within a Game Part 1
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 full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 14
For me, my hometown, L.A., is not the sexy, sweaty night clubs of West Hollywood nor the porn scene of the North Valley. Though I feel more at home there, that side of L.A. is not my home but rather the world into which my transsexual destiny exiled me. Home is the leafy, moneyed boulevards and s... Read full Story
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Marcia Goes Back to School
Marcia was painfully nervous. She hadn't been able to eat very much in days. The upside was she was even skinnier which would make Mistress and her husband very happy. She'd always been thin and on the diet Mistress Carol had her on she was already thinner than she dreamed possible. Her anxious stom... Read full Story
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Nylon teasers
They came into the video store where I worked as a clerk. Almost every day. Teasers. Both of them. What made it both great and terrible for me was that it fed my deepest fetish -- stockings -- as it denied me any fulfillment other than frequent and frantic "self-gratification."... Read full Story
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Interstate Reas Area Whore
Driving down the interstate the sign said Rest Area one mile. My heart skipped a beat and there was slight stiffing of my male meat in anticipation of events to unfold. This interstate rest area was always packed full of eighteen wheelers as many as forty. Surely one or two of these truck drivers wo... Read full Story