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 more
I work at a ladies shoe store at a large metropolitan mall. My name is Jillian, though my friends all call me Jilly. Those same friends also say that I am blessed with a beautiful face, and an athletic body! Pretty heady for a 30 year old woman whose ideas of athletics never got beyond sports i... read more
Malcolm was a middle manager in a small business in a large city. Malcolm led a pretty boring life; he in his forties, single, devoted to his work, he liked to keep himself fit, all of his family lived interstate except for his older sister who lived nearby, and he led a quiet social life. Malcolm h... read more
Michele drove carefully through the cold wet dark streets. She was not used to using the accelerator and brake pedals of her compact sedan in high heels and she was debating whether to pull over and unbuckle the strap of the high heel on her right foot and kick it off. She didn't want to bring atten... read more
At last it was 6pm and I had just left the office and on my way home. The last Friday of the month was always a very special day in my calendar. My mind was racing, as I knew that Caroline would be waiting for me, waiting to tease me, punish me, and pleasure me whilst transforming me into her T girl... read more
A story by MicheleNylons ( Michele, transvestite prison prostitute, in more trouble. ) "Hang on a minute Carmel; I've got an idea," Steve exclaimed and sauntered over to where I lay curled up in a snivelling ball, may face covered in semen mixed in with my heavy makeup; my clothes dishevelled. ... read more
As a youngster, I couldn't help but notice the carousels of hosiery on display in various shops that my mother would visit. Displays of stockings and tights (pantyhose) for the discerning housewife. Brands like Pretty Polly, images of nylon clad legs on the glossy cardboard and a see through window... read more
Je savais. En regardant en arrière maintenant, je me rends compte que j'ai toujours su. Je n'ai jamais rien fait à ce sujet, jusqu'à ce que je sois prêt mentalement, émotionnellement et physiquement. Je suis né Matthew J. Smith au milieu des années 70 en Amérique centrale aux États-Unis. J'ai grandi... read more
Lucy had travelled a long way in the past few years. From bedroom cross dresser, to out and about T girl. From T haunt socialite, to flirt ,to promiscuous thrill seeker. But it had never been enough. Chance bar room meets, one night stands, and hit and miss internet dates. Like many T girls she had ... read more
I got the idea while listening to the news on the radio, during another grinding commute home from the big city. It seemed a couple in Florida had gotten so sick and tired of their spoiled, neglectful children that they were camping outside their house in beach chairs, refusing to go back to being p... read more
So, how did I get into all this stuff in the first place? I had been into crossdressing from an early age and realised I was attracted to other boys from when I first went to an all boys school. I didn't have my first experience while crossdressed until later in my teens. It was certainly un... read more
It was Saturday and I had nothing to do so I decided to go for a drive. I got into my car and headed out of the city in no particular direction. After driving for a while I realized I was close to Jim's house. We have been great friends for years but have not seen each other for a long time. I decid... read more
"Five Years Gone" "Hi, this is Maribel." Her voice was a little more throaty and lower than I had envisioned, but that along with her Spanish accent made her even more alluring. I kept running her photos through my mind while I answered: "Hey Maribel, I was hoping t... read more
FRIDAY My sister and her husband wanted to take a few weeks off in the sun and asked me to look after their kids for a while. I'd move out of my tiny apartment and into their house for the duration. As I was still living off my severance and they had a nice spread with an indoor pool and a h... read more
- Chapter One – Our First Meeting - I had two weeks to go before the final degree exams and I was working hard. Perhaps too hard, because I desperately needed a break from the hours and hours of revision. It felt like I just couldn't take in any more detail about Quantum Mechanics or Solid ... read more
"Five Years Gone" "Hi, this is Maribel." Her voice was a little more throaty and lower than I had envisioned, but that along with her Spanish accent made her even more alluring. I kept running her photos through my mind while I answered: "Hey Maribel, I was hoping t... read more
It was the very first night of my month long North Carolina July summer vacation stay when my Aunt Meg suddenly entered the bedroom that I was temporarily sharing with my younger cousin Rudy. Being so openly effeminine in his body language,voice and looks, I had already planted such dirty thoughts ... read more
It was while cutting across his back trailer park lawn around 7pm on misty July Saturday evening, when I first discovered that Mr. Parker was really a fag. How else could you describe a man wearing a long blonde wig on his head while below he wore only a large somehow stuffed pink lacey woman's bra ... read more
Julia and Ilya, together 10 years It was more than 10 years and 2 children ago. In December 2005, we agreed to meet at the gate of my office after a working day. I did not go out godlessly for a long time (40 minutes from the appointed time), but he still waited. I hope he does not regret it ... read more
