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    • May 1, 2008 9:16 AM BST

    • Hi Danique,

      Thanks for your encouragement re: starting the Story thread.

      I totally understand why you say you'll "sit this one out".
      No worries !!!

      Hopefully though, some of the girls and boys will feel "creative", and give it a go !!

      As for having a go at a story myself ......................... Who's to say I haven't already, in the past ?
      ( we ALL have "little secrets" that we hide away under our "other" personna !

      Anyway ................ thanks for your support ...............

      Lets see some of you letting the "creative juices" flow !! .....................

      Angela. xx.

    • April 30, 2008 4:05 PM BST

    • Hi Girls (and Boys),

      This thread is for anyone who has comments or suggestions to make about the "Chain Story" that's running in the "parallel" thread.

      Post your ideas, etc. here, rather than in the story thread, so that the story "reads" without break.

      Hope you enjoy, and take part in it !!!

      Angela. xxx

    • April 30, 2008 4:01 PM BST

    • Ok Girls, (and Boys, of course),

      This is an idea I've been thinking about for alittle while now.

      We've probably all heard the saying, that everyone has at least one book in them, but, like me, we may not have tried to let our "creative juices" flow, for many different reasons.
      Maybe a lack of confidence that we could get started, and stick at it, or not being able to work out a "plot" that would maintain interest through-out the whole story! Or for thousands of other reasons!

      So, this is my idea ..................................

      Why not try and write a "shared" story, where the next part is passed on to the next person, who can develop the story further, and so on.
      It might wok, or it might not, but why don't we try it?

      So, obviously, to keep things "under control", and so that it doesn't become one person's own piece of writing, I suggest thet a few "ground-rules" are set out.....................

      I'll start it off, with a few paragraphs, to set a basic "scenario", and from then on, anyone who joins in should restrict themselves to 2 paragraphs in any single posting.

      Anyone who has posted should not post again, until at least 4 other people have posted since their last addition to the story.

      The paragraphs should be kept to a "normal" length. (Please, no paragraphs like one from James Joyce's Ullyses .......................... 5 pages long !!!! ).

      You can take the story in any direction you like in your posting, but please try and keep it "making sense" as it follows on from the previous entries.

      Please, try not to leave your posting with such a situation, that thenext poster would find it impossible to continue the story sensibly.

      To maintain the, hopeful, "flow" of the story, Please don't add comments to this thread.
      I'll start a "parallel" thread ................. "Chain Story Comments" for any comments & suggestions you might have.

      So, I think that covers it.
      Hopefully you'll join in and we can have some fun!

      Here's the opening few paragraphs ........................................
      Let's give it a go !!!!!

      She made a strikingly attractive mourner. Black enhanced Tara Kane; it silhouetted her slim figure and complimented her deep auburn hair. Under the dark veil, tears ran down her pale cheeks. Her generous mouth, which, like her large oval green eyes, reflected her moods, was turned down at the corners. Hers was a private grief, she could share with no one, and all the sadder for its solitude.

      The funeral of her 12 year old sister, Gabrielle, had taken place ten days earlier, in the village cemetery. The gravedigger, who was digging out fresh earth nearby, remembered her clearly. It had been a brief, austere burial, with only two people present, the slender woman in black and the minister. No family. No husband. Afterwards she had walked off alone, and the gravedigger had wondered who the sad, elegant woman might be.

      Now she was back, staring at Gabrielle's grave. Bending down, she placed a small bunch of flowers on the ground that covered the coffin. For a moment she knelt silent, her eyes blurred with tears. Then, gatherng her cloak around her, she stood up and walked off among the bending willows.

      Tara looked back only once. At the cemerery gate she stopped, her eyes searching the rows of graves where, in the distance, Gabie lay. But the plot was already hidden from sight. She sighed. Tomorrow she would be gone from the village, and there would be no-one to visit the forlorn grave. She turned, raised her head high, and walked out of the cemetery, her face set with determination. What she was about to do was the most desperate decision of her life, but there was no other course.

    • January 5, 2008 5:28 PM GMT
    • Hi Anne

      I had the same problem in Hong Kong though in my case I was trying to buy for my wife but everything was so tiny!


    • January 5, 2008 10:29 AM GMT
    • You go girl!!!

    • January 5, 2008 1:13 AM GMT
    • I have agreed to do this but I am so scared, yes scared though my wife thinks I am being stupid. I have shaved and am smooth as can be, my makeup is perfect and I start to dress and know that I am shaking too much but she just laughs at me. I put on my panties and bra, adjust my bra to fit my breast forms perfectly and then slip on my carefully chosen cami "look, no one will know" my wife tries to assure me, but still I shake. I pull on my tights over my silky legs, and then slip into my cream blouse and smart knee length skirt and as I put on my business heels admire my painted toe and finger nails.

      We go outside, it is a weekday so all my neigbours are at work, or at least I hope they are as I slide into the passenager seat of our car. Mt wife expertly drives us into town and through the maze of one way systems to the car park where I quake again. We get out, I have been out many times before but this is so different that even my wife cannot understand. We travel down in alift to the shopping mall with a couple of oldies whose male member hold the doors open for us , "ladies" he says gallently - it doesn't reassure me.

      We walk into Simpsons after much agonising on my part and much reassurance on my wifes and we head for the underwear department. I stand nervously as my wife seeks out who we have come for and a matronly woman in a smart skirt suit appears and smiles and asks us "to follow me". She takes us into the female changing area and asks us to take off our tops..I cringe and wish I could run away but stay and take off my blouse. For some reason I fuss over it, making sure it is not creased - why should I care at this moment?

      The lady takes out her tape and expertly messures my wifes bust and then notes to us all that she is a 36 D and then turns to me "madam would you mind taking off your cami?" she says smiling in that professonal shop worker way. I panic but my wife smiles and nods at me and I decide to go for it and slip it off. Of course I have breast forms, of course even the most blind can see that they are not real even with my clevage enhanced as it is with my diva bra but the lady, who I understand is called Jane, does not appear fussed in any way. She pulls the tap around my breast and takes her measurements and then says "madam, I suggest a 42 DD" and turns away, "I will be outside". My heart is thumping as I dress but I also have a fantastic feeling in my panty area.

      My wife and I dress again and go out into the shop where Jane walks through the bras in stock and recommends to both my wife and I the best type for our shape. As she packs my Rigby and Pellor bra and panties she smiles and says how much they will suit me.

      It has been a fantastic Wednesday this week

    • January 2, 2008 10:17 AM GMT
    • Heather

      I have only come back here after a long time and saw your message. I hope things are better for you now? The story is true and I have had lots of really good experiences with people regarding my dressing. I hope that you too have fond/find someone who you can be yourself with.



    • August 7, 2007 9:18 AM BST
    • Wendy, I guess you are probbaly right. Most though at least turn it right side out and fold it up before putting it under the covers or pillow. In a few hotels the girls have laid the nightie out tidly on the bed - that I think is really nice. In a few hotels they come in to turn down the bedcovers in the evening and lay things out nicely ready for bedtime. That too is very nice. I sometimes notice the chambermaids giving me quite a knowing look and smile when this has happened. Sally

    • July 30, 2007 9:56 PM BST
    • Sally, even the ones who toss it under the covers may be unsure and are trying to pretend it wasn't seen when making the save you imagined embarrassment over it's discovery or real embarrassment if you bring a business contact back to the hotel room. If they wanted to be mean there are a lot of other, more hostile, ways they could have handled it.

    • July 30, 2007 2:14 PM BST
    • I get to travel around the country quite a bit on work frequently staying in B&Bs. On some occassions this involves several nights and better still repeat visits over many weeks or months. On a few occassions I have been a bit careless and left my nightie or negligee where it could be found - and has been. Never has this caused any difficulty, except in one hotel a good few years ago. The Landladys generally seem to take such things in their stride, even turning them rightside out and folding them up & putting them back on the bed when they remake it.

      Naturally this is quite fun and so not always is leaving a pretty nightie in or on the bed an 'accident'. The anticipation on returning to the B&B to see how it has been deal with is quite delicious. In fact I am quite certain that some of the landladys find the thought of their lodger enjoying such bedwear quite a turn on as well. Sometimes, the less approving kind, just dump the clothes all screwed up under the covers - so then I have to be more careful, as I don't wish to upset anybody.

      But that's a minority and some even seem to enjoy it - as one who used to hang the nightie on a clothes hanger and put the negligee on top of it before putting it away in a wardrode or behind the door. The first time she did this I couldn't find it and thought she might have taken it for herself - and had to go and ask her where it was!!


    • July 1, 2006 11:46 PM BST
    • Sorry, it seems just to good to be true. I don't mean to sound mean, but when does anyone ever get to just be themselves. Jeez, I do sound bitter, sorry.

    • December 26, 2007 2:26 PM GMT

    • That was great Karen...too funny!!

      Hugs & kisses,


    • December 26, 2007 9:38 AM GMT
    • That was hilarious Karen, scarily close to the truth though!!


    • December 26, 2007 5:19 AM GMT
    • The Truth Behind The Rudolph Story:

      In fact, Rudolph was let go and needs to find a new source of support. Every time Santa passed a DUI checkpoint he would be pulled over when they saw Rudolph's nose. Rudolph was taken out of his harness and asked to walk a straight line and breath into a Brethalyzer tube. The delays were making toy delivery almost impossible to complete in time. Sadly, Santa had to let Rudolph go. Rudolph is still allowed to join in reindeer games, as a member emeritus, but he is experiencing difficult economic times.

    • December 25, 2007 10:50 PM GMT
    • Thats a real GEM, karen......made me laugh.

      Lol xxxxxxxxx

    • December 25, 2007 11:37 AM GMT
    • 'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
      How to live in a world that's politically correct?
      His workers no longer would answer to "Elves".
      "Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
      And labor conditions at the north pole
      Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.

      Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
      Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
      And equal employment had made it quite clear
      That Santa had better not use just reindeer.

      So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
      Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

      The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
      The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.
      And people had started to call for the cops
      When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops.

      Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
      His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened."

      And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
      Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose
      And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
      Demanding millions in over-due compensation.

      So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
      Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,
      Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
      Demanding from now on her title was Ms.

      And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion
      That making a choice could cause so much commotion.
      Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
      Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.

      Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
      Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.
      Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
      Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.

      Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
      Nothing that's warlike or non-pacific.

      No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
      Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
      And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
      Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.

      For they raised the hackles of those psychological
      Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.

      No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt;
      Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
      Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
      And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.

      So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;
      He just could not figure out what to do next.

      He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
      you've got to be careful with that word today.
      His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
      Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.

      Something special was needed, a gift that he might
      Give to all without angering the left or the right.
      A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
      Each group of people, every religion;

      Every ethnicity, every hue,
      Everyone, everywhere...even you.
      So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...
      "May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."

    • December 14, 2007 1:02 AM GMT
    • Whoops. My bad. I need to remember that.

      Josie will be the first to attest that I caused no bodily harm upon anyone while cooking.


    • December 13, 2007 6:00 PM GMT
    • Oh by the way this was supposed to go in Tranny Fiction.

    • December 13, 2007 4:35 AM GMT
    • Josi you gave her a knife & let her near a hot stove?
      Lucky one of you isn't in the hospital.

    • December 13, 2007 12:47 AM GMT
    • Josie, you are not biased in any way

    • December 12, 2007 9:24 PM GMT
    • Just one thing I have to say to Mere is that I was very concerned with giving her a knife to chop some vegetables to put in her world famous chilie the other day. Although, she did not snag her nylons or cut herself, she did however burn her hand on the stove making the brownies. Oh by the way I think her new piccies are soooo fab!!

    • December 12, 2007 8:37 PM GMT
    • Is this a short story or just 'a day in the life of the psycho ninja'?

      It made me chuckle.


    • December 12, 2007 5:32 PM GMT
    • THE POLL

      I didn’t think it was very funny. A brand new pair of panty hose, now ruined. Something told me it was not a good idea to put those on, while in a minidress, and do some work around my apartment.

      Lilienne thought it was a scream. “I have you so many times not to do that!,” she said. “You know you’re a klutz. Do housework first, then get dolled up. Haven’t I taught you anything?”

      Karen thought it was funny as well. “Didn’t you learn your lesson from before? Cooking in an outfit like that is bad enough.”

      Josie concurred. “You really shouldn’t wear anything nice like that when working. You got those grease stains on your skirt just from melting butter for brownies. Besides, why did I spend all that time taking piccies of your legs anyway?”

      I took a poll, asking people like Keli, Anyfer, Bennie (who loves to rag on me about the Bears), and Maryanne. The feeling was unanimous. Meredith the Psycho Ninja did it again. However, I was not to be deterred. I called Josie back. “Listen, smart-ass, I can do plenty of things dolled up and not have a problem.”

      “Name me one time,” was her reply. Come to think of it, Lilienne and Karen said the same thing. When I reminded Karen of her devotion to the Detroit Lions, she merely threw the Chicago Bears back in my face. Josie didn’t dare. The Bears beat the Broncos a few weeks back.

      “Guess what? I’m going to take a poll on the street,” I told Lilienne.

      “In the South Shore area? Are you sure?”

      I put on my heels and marched straight into the street. In each occasion I asked “Do these look ruined to you? Should I have waited to get dressed up?’

      My first respondent was a Jehovah’s Witness, handing out pamphlets. She was not amused. My second respondent? A Baptist handing out pamphlets. He liked it. I moved on. My third respondent was more of a group hanging around in front of a local convenience store. I either could have bought some crack from them or got advice. I asked for advice. The leader was quite helpful.

      “If you’re going to do housework, the best plan is to wear a t-shirt and sweatpants. Then, after you’re all sweaty, wash off and then get dressed up. ALWAYS save your good hose for the best times. You really should know that.”

      “That’s what Lilienne, Karen and Josie said. Come to think of it………”

      “They all told you. Did you listen?” No, of course not.

      I marched a few blocks further west to the grocery store to buy a new pair. They were on sale. As I paid for the hose, the very pretty young black girl, Nicole, said “You did housework in your good hose? Are you stupid?” Yes, I am.

      I walked back home with my new hose. The guys on the street corner waved at me in approval. The Baptist waved in approval. The Jehovah’s Witness ran off.

      I got home and saw that some of the artwork was falling off the wall. I realized I didn’t anchor the frames properly. I took out a hammer, got on a chair, and tried to fix the problem.

      On the way down I tore my hose.

    • December 10, 2007 12:36 PM GMT
    • Well I guess that wasn't such a great idea. I think this could be a lot of fun. I've started about 4 different ones but I'm my worst critic. So I keep starting new ones. Once the words start to flow, I will be posting stories here & maybe something in the members only forum.

      But there is still a couple of weeks to go.

    • November 29, 2007 7:29 PM GMT
    • Saphires place is amother one or if you like a contouing saga than try[...]ex.html it about a teenage boy namer Eugean Tucker (tuck for short when it all starts with a girl named Debi. tha's all I'm giing to say about this and let you read about tuck for your self I'm on part 74, 76 some around there. Just click on tucker or writings and scrole down and you will see where the tuck saga begeins.

    • May 7, 2007 12:17 AM BST
    • Hi Harvey,

      Looked at your site really enjoyed

      Thanks babe

    • August 22, 2006 6:44 AM BST
    • i found a site thats has alot of ts stories and such. i hope u enjoe cause i know i do

    • November 23, 2007 3:20 PM GMT
    • I wrote one & was doing some last minut editing when I some how lost it. Now have to start over.
      I'm beginning to wonder if anyone is going to submit a story. It's been a month allready & all I have is sarah's.
      I wanted to have this by the next Tribune. But not sure now.

    • November 1, 2007 11:42 AM GMT
    • What with Christmas coming up I'm sure we all have something we wish would happen.
      Write it down & enter it in our contest.

    • October 26, 2007 12:34 PM BST
    • I have to keep posting in this to keep it in everyones eyes.
      I hope at least some of you are coming up with something to enter.
      Stories can be fun & goofy or a bit more than that.

    • October 24, 2007 11:52 AM BST
    • Please start a new thread for each story. If you enter part 2 of a story that would go in the same thread as part 1.

    • October 23, 2007 9:19 AM BST
    • Here is my story "The lost man".

      LauraThe lost man by Laura

      I was actually quite a happy man, happy with my life in general, everything run well with my wife Sue, I loved our three daughters and our dog. We lived a normal American middle class life in our suburban home in a good neighbourhood. I worked downtown as a lawyer and Sue was a teacher in the neighbourhood high school. I could not imagine that one day this all would be gone. Still less I could imagine the way it would be lost forever.

      That tragical morning I left for my job as usual, gave my wife and kids a goodbye kiss and took the bus and the tram downtown. I left the car for Sue, because her working times were more scattered and she did the daily shopping. At the office there was a very difficult case I was working with and it made me stay in the office until quite late at night. At nine I finally closed the door and headed to the tram stop. It was suddenly very dark and I looked up in the sky. Heavy black clouds coming up from the south. I run faster as the first raindrops fell down. Luckily my tram came around the street corner and I jumped in. The wagon was practically empty, only one other traveller, a black girl. I sat down behind her and opened the newspaper. Then a sudden bright light….and that is the last thing I remember.

      I woke up in the ambulance. The nurse said to me that a lightning had hit the waggon and I had passed out for a while. And that I had some burned skin on my arms. One thing stroke me: the nurse said madam to me. This must be a nightmare, it cannot be true. "What did you say?" I asked and it was not my voice…..rather a girls voice. "You have some burns and we must check you in the hospital". repeated the nurse. My brain worked hard, what had happened? The lightning must have changed my person into that black girl and vice versa. I must meet that girl, who is now me and get us changed back. "Was there also a man in the tram?" I asked. "Yes, there was, but he had no bad injury, so we let him go home." "Oh my God, I gasped". She….or he is now going home, my home. Oh NO.

      In the hospital I was checked, my injury was packed nicely and they gave me "my" purse.
      Now I had to look who I was now and where I lived. It is no use to say anything here, nobody would believe me, a black girl stroke by a lightning. I found the driving license for Amelie Loft, 5025 Bellamy drive, Stockton. There was also a car key, but I had no idea where the car could have been parked, so I said byebye to the hospital and took the straight bus to Stockton. It was on the east side of the railway track, not directly a nice neighbourhood. It was a dark late night when I finally stepped out of the bus outside 5020 Bellamy drive. A gloomy area, small dirty houses, old rusty cars. I walked a few hundred yards until the house 5025. It was a wooden small house, sometimes having been yellow. The porch and steps half-rotten. I looked into my handbag, there was the key, I opened the door…and faced a fat and furious man looking at me with rage and murmuring: "Where have you been, you slut? Was it again Jimmy-boy? Answer me!". I gasped there had been an accident and showed him my burned arms. "You don´t fool me!" he shouted and grabbed my burned arm and pulled me across the room. Oh, I don´t want to remember what then happened, it was like a continuous nightmare. I got hits until he got what he wanted.

      I must get out of here turned around in my head as I was looking for my cloths in the dark, the man snoarching next to me. I shivered, not from the cold, but from fear and disgust.
      I got to get to my own neighbourhood, to my house and get my life back. This is hell.
      The night was nearly gone when I got back to the empty street. I tried my car key to the rusty Chevy on the street side and the door opened. Still trembling I drove out and headed to the west side of the city. The streets were totally empty, nobody around, yet it took me nearly an hour until I reached my old street and house. Now I had to think what to do.
      The best would be probably to stop "me" when he is leaving for job. So I sat and waited until I saw my old home door open and "me" coming out. I jumped out of the car and yielled: "Hey mister, a minute". He looked at me angrily: "What do you want?". I said: "I think something happened to us in the tram last night." "I don´t know what you´re talking about". he said and continued: "If you don´t leave me in peace I´ll call the police." "So, you´ve got a nice life now and don´t wanna change back?" I gasped. "Sorry" he said "You must leave now madam, or…".

      After he left I rang the door bell, Sue opened, tears came into my eyes. "Sue don´t you recognize me?" I was desperate. "No…" Sue said "Sorry, no…you must have been mistaken". "I can tell you what you said yesterday about the kids". I tried. Sue turned red and said: " Okay, now I know where my husband was so late last night". She slammed the door, I rang again and again the door bell…until cops came and took me away.
      At the police department I was locked into a jail with two other women who looked like…well, you can imagine. "Miss Loft, you understand that you will sit a while here and get a fine for trespassing on a private property". The two women gave me a broad smile: " Somebody didn´pay, so you went there for your money". "No" I said "Nothing like that, but you would never believe me."

      Tears bursted in my eyes, my life is in ruins. I live in hell with a violent man and there is no hope for a change. Nobody would ever believe me or help me. I need a new thunderstorm, but as we know a lightning never strikes twice.

    • October 22, 2007 11:43 PM BST
    • Mere I get 50% of all bribes.

    • October 22, 2007 11:17 PM BST
    • As a published author, I will be glad to serve as a judge.

    • October 22, 2007 2:45 PM BST
    • Yes thats right a real contest. With prizes for best stories.
      What we're after are short stories. 1000 to 2500 words. I've posted links that offer help with writing.
      Here are the rules.

      1: The subject can be anything from crossdressing to a TS.
      2: This is a public forum, no X rated stories. They will be deleted or moved to members only forum.
      3: You may enter as many stories as you like.
      4: Put each story in a new thread.
      5: No stealing stories or characters from other storie sites.
      6: No less than a thousand words, no more than 3000. (Thats about the size of a magazine artical.)
      Editing will be allowed upto the end of the contest. If you have any trouble contact me & I will help.

      The contest will run from now untill Dec 15th. I will not be the only judge, I have asked others to help.
      So bribes & sweet talk won't help. Won't hurt though.

      I think I coverd everything. If I missed anything please let me know.
      You can contact me here

    • November 8, 2007 4:45 AM GMT
    • I was driving downtown, you were on foot a few blocks from home & had to call your sis to come get you.

    • November 7, 2007 4:14 PM GMT
    • Karen, remember that I am the world's greatest writer. Who wouldn't vote for me?

      Okay, I will submit an entry. I hestitate to use something I am trying to get published. Then again, feedback from the girls here would be good to help me improve the piece.

      Hey, Karen, why not write a short story about knowing your way around your own hometown?


    • November 7, 2007 2:56 PM GMT
    • I really should try and submit one myself, it's just finding the time. Sorry, lame excuse, and I will start on one soon.


    • November 7, 2007 12:01 PM GMT
    • Carren I hope your bio is a bit more than a short story.

      Mere, so what if your are a judge. Just because you vote for yourself doesn't mean others will.

      Sorry I haven't put in the time this deserves but have been working 14hr shifts.
      But I have a couple of ideas for stories I will be posting when I get the time.

    • November 6, 2007 8:41 PM GMT
    • I am a judge, remember? Plus I am writing for the Tranny Tribune. BUT, if you like I will submit a non-competing entry.

    • November 6, 2007 4:31 PM GMT
    • Girls, don't be afraid to submit something to the short story contest. The topic is up to you. Writing is a lot easier than you think it is, so give it a try!


    • October 24, 2007 10:48 PM BST
    • PMSL!!!!!!....thats brill!

      Lol xxxxxxxxxxx

    • October 24, 2007 7:45 PM BST
    • Wow, and you are so poetic also. Luv ya sis!

    • October 24, 2007 5:28 PM BST
    • There was a man called Burt
      He always wears a shirt
      Without being silly
      He cut off his willy
      And now SHE wears a skirt!

    • October 21, 2007 5:50 PM BST
    • I've found some links that might help anyone who wants to write. Heres 3.

      I hope these help. I'm still putting a contest together with Katie's & Sarah's consent.
      I hope there is some intrest. If we get enough stories this could realy be fun.
      Maybe prizes!!!

    • October 17, 2007 2:48 PM BST
    • Hello
      Some of you know me, I'm Karen. I've been given Tranny Fiction to monitor. Not much to do here.
      I asked Sarah about a contest. I was thinking monthly. But quarterly seems more realistic.
      First prise will get you (I hope) in the Tribune. Maybe & thats a BIG maybe, later I can come up with a bigger prise.
      I'm thinking that if we get enough good stories we can ask Crystal's Storysite to add a link to our stories. Getting people to look at our site means more members. Face it what tranny wouldn't want to be a part of this.

      To start I'm thinking Christmas stories. That gives us time to get this started right.
      This is not a full members forum so please no XXX stories. An R rated will be ok.
      I'll start another thread with more on how we can do this.

      Thank You!!

    • August 20, 2007 9:33 AM BST
    • My first real outside walk outside was when I was living in Birmingham but was staying away on work in a nice old Cotswold hotel. As usual I was sleeping in a glorious Helen Stuart satin-de-lys full length nightdress, with a lovely full swirling skirt, which I still have even after all these years. Waking up at around midnight I got up and went for a look round the hotel, which is not very large. I had soon explored the stairs & hallways & made my way to the lounge. I was trembling with excitement & perhaps fear of being caught so was progressing very cautiously. However there was nobody about at that hour - I had the place to myself.

      It was a warm evening so I sat in the chairs & sofas in the lounge enjoying the feel of the luxurious material encasing my body. Rock hard I was looking out of the windows at the road & coomon oputside when I though what fun & how exciting it would be to go out there. Right then! I went back into the front hall, made sure I was still alone & tried the front door - it was locked, but only very simply and readily opened. Making sure it couldn't shut behind me I went out. The hotel was only partly lit, btu not exactly dark outside. More excitement. I went across the road keeping a careful ear open for any cars! Up onto the common where I found great excitement & freedom

      My skirts swirling in the wind I walked about in the moonlight for quite a while. A few cars came & went but nobody appeared to notice me. One gave me a fright when I thought it was going to the hotel. By now I couldn't control myself any longer and had one of the most intense cumings ever.

      I hurried back to the hotel. Closed & locked the door and made it back safely to my room. what an exciting night. Such an experience has been repeated in various forms but never have it been quite like the excitement of the First Time.

    • July 5, 2007 11:43 AM BST
    • Hi girls,

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    • December 18, 2006 9:58 PM GMT
    • Sue, honey--

      Busy? Little ol' me?

      **maniacal laughter**

      You have no idea!

      But I'm not so busy I can't take a moment or two to say howdy to a new friend!

      Have yourself a Merry little Christmas, hon--

      Luv 'n hugs,


    • November 22, 2006 1:46 PM GMT

    • A Short Tale of Things Inside
      by kajirus 302868633{TM}
      November 11, 2006

      She stared at me from the mirror, sensual, arrogant and feminine. Spikes of black hair tipped with flame red, exploding above dark eyes, rimmed with kohl, framed with attitude, narrowed in lustful gaze. Rouged cheeks surrounded blood red lips, wet with promise and parted slightly, inviting tender kisses yet hiding teeth that would surely take their pleasure in soft flesh.
      I was aroused, my soul sang to her, and I knew she truly heard my song, for I was she, and we were one.
      Her pale neck, gripped by the leather of her collar, locked and unmovable, the proud symbol of her slavery, led my eyes down over the swell of her breast and on to the severe curves of her corsets, the perfect hourglass figure bound in uncompromising caress, black as night, leather shining from beneath the fragile lace of her blouse, covering yet emphasising what lay beneath. Around her waist ran chains of sweet cold steel, hinting of the yearnings that lay deep in her soul, emphasising the softness of her skin and twinkling bright against the dark satin of the skirt that cascaded down over the sweet curve of her hips, slit high and inviting up one side to glimpse the dark sheer nylon heaven of her thigh, that flowed in delicious allure down to the leather of her mirrored leather spike heeled boots, again punctuated with cold steel buckles and severe studding.
      Like a dark demon of desire she challenged me from the mirror, empowered in her wanton presence, careless sexuality and the promise of twisted thought and deed thrown upward like a shining beacon in the darkness, and I was aroused, for I was she and we were one.
      Deep beneath her surface I grew, inside my satin prison, feeling no wrong, so secret was I inside her skin.
      My Mistress watched my gaze envelop her, and then smiled as my eyes met Hers, for She had made me. She held out Her hand and spoke as I reached out to her…
      " come bitch child, we will play…….."

      hpoe You like it girls

      more poems and writing on

      love k