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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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Tony to Tanya Part 3
Sarah finished applying make-up to Tony's face. It was mostly subtle, just enough to highlight his eyes and cheeks. The only part that wasn't so subtle was the lipstick; bright red. He was already dressed up in a beautiful black dress that left his back and shoulders exposed and only went down to... Read full Story
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Would You
'Would you...?' 'Look the part to play the part....' 1 5' 4...dreaded, and to be dreaded....bookish, be-spectacled—damn near owlish....so much so that you might miss the way her tits spoke to you no matter how much she attempted to 'silence' them ....that you might miss the way her sk... 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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A Fetish Doll For Mommy
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 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