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Body Image
"Sit down Mona. We have to talk." He had heard those two tiny sentences more than a few times in the last several weeks. Every time he did he felt a strange queasiness in the pit of his stomach. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not refuse. He walked over to the couch across fro... Read full Story
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smoking
Greg decided to go straight. I had to find a new place to live. A nice man, Pete, who I knew from the YMCA, offered me a place in his basement. He was going to rent it out. It was nice, full kitchen, bedroom, laundry room, living room and another space for anything I would need. His rent was che... Read full Story
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How I Became a Tranny Whore
When I was 30 with children at home I would get dressed in the bedroom. When it was time to leave the wife would take the children off for ice cream and as soon as they were out of the drive way I would head for my car. Of course when I returned home the children would be a sleep. The plan worked fo... Read full Story
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Angel Chapter 3
On Monday morning, Angel Jones reported for her first day of work at the main office of the big London Bank. As she sat on a chair in the anteroom of the personnel office, she thought about what she would be doing there. It was almost a certainty that nobody in the bank knew she was a T-girl, becaus... Read full Story
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Becoming Amy
I had been dressing up in women’s clothes since I was a kid. Started with my sister’s clothes, I loved her school uniform. I used to prance around in it when I was lucky enough to have the house to myself, which wasn’t often. I loved pretending I was a school girl, and a rather nau... Read full Story
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Rachel and Chris - followup for Crissy
“Crissy!” I shouted at you as you peered out of the closet door. “What in the hell are you doing spying on Rachel and me?” I asked. Before you could answer, you saw my hard cock pull out of your sister’s pussy, covered in shiny sweet juice. You knew you wanted it ... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 4
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate being around people. Actually, I hate being alone: it brings out the weird self-critic inside me. But god, do I hate crowds. Fall registration brought mobs to the campus. The half-empty dormitory that I had shared with a few Asian engineering students was... Read full Story