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    • July 1, 2006 11:42 PM BST
    • Wow, such insight and understanding is rare in the "real" world. I think she made it up......

    • April 1, 2006 1:08 PM BST
    • Hi Susan, that’s a nice, heart-warming story about your landlady, it’s always nice when you finally find someone to share your secret with after many years of keeping it to yourself.
      But your last post offered real words of wisdom, and I just wanted to echo the sentiment: “…we feel so bad about ourselves we build up a hostile world around us”. I’ve seen it so often, and I did it myself for a long time. We may push it as far back in our minds as we can, but as long as we are being secretive there is almost always some sense of guilt, self-disgust, or something along those lines. Perhaps we feel bad about ourselves because we assume that others will too, if they know the truth, and so we fall into a vicious circle; we hide because we fear others’ reactions and our hiding compounds our fears. Thus we create, as you say, a hostile world.
      The hostile world we create is not reality, it is in our heads. There is certainly some hostility out there, but it doesn’t exist the way we think it does, and no-one should hide behind their own self-created hostile world.
      When I started getting reactions from my friends and acquaintances after coming out, I felt relief, respect (for them), and some guilt at ever thinking they would react in any other way. I tried to avoid thinking people would react in a certain way, but it’s almost impossible to avoid thoughts like, “Such and such will probably be fine with it… So and so might have a problem… Thingamajig will probably find all this VERY amusing…”
      I wasn’t far wrong second-guessing my dad’s reaction, and that put me off for a very long time, but it shouldn’t have done because this is my life, not his or anyone else’s. It shouldn’t matter what anyone thinks, and in fact they don’t really think what you think they will think. Most people out there are good people, understanding, with good hearts. Don’t assume they will detest you for who you are.
      I feel I get on with people better now, I am able to fully be myself, which makes me a better person, happier, well-balanced, and without doubt, more well-respected and better understood. Much as I like to blame other people for stopping me coming out for so long, the only thing that ever really stopped me was me.
      Sometimes we are our own worst enemies.
      Love yourself, and BE yourself. Life is wonderful.
      xx

    • April 1, 2006 12:50 AM BST
    • Hi Prissy

      Yes it is amazing but I think that because we feel so bad about ourselves we build up a hostile world around us. Of course many of us do face such a hostile world but many of us have been surprised at how accepting people can be once we come out

      Susan
      x

    • March 31, 2006 5:30 AM BST
    • Isn't it amazing the support you find where you least likely thought! The main reason for me staying here at tw.

    • March 30, 2006 1:20 PM BST
    • Hi Valarie

      I no longer live there but yes it was really cool once she saw me dressed. We had some funny incidents like the time I was wearing red nail varnish under white lacy tights and she thought my toes were bleeding..I don't think she quite thought that we trannies also wear nail varnish too

      I liked the fact that afterwards she would sometimes ask if I had some tights etc if she needed them and we could talk about shoes etc. I used to borrow her coat when she wasn't there to walk outside in the cold winter mornings and that was great.

      Susan
      x

    • March 30, 2006 12:39 PM BST
    • Susan,
      How cool. Now you can feel much more relaxed there en femme. Wonderfull feeling I am sure for you! Glad it went so well!

      *hugs*

      ~Valerie

    • March 30, 2006 12:27 PM BST
    • It happened one night when I was drunk and we were talking about the gay guy next door and people not being accepted in society, “I am a cross dresser” I blurted out. My Landlady stared at me briefly and I offered to leave if this was offensive to her, she said it wasn’t and asked me about it. I told her a little but was too shy to say more than the basic details. I went to be exhilarated as I had told someone new but woke up hating myself, what if she is really embarrassed, what if she hates me? That morning breakfast was a bit strained mostly on my part but she didn’t seem too angry or mad.

      Over the next few weeks I pushed the boundaries a little at a time, trying to get the conversation around to dressing or the clothes with a little success. We did have one or too conversations but not too deep. I tried to expose her to my dressing a little at a time, leaving my door slightly ajar whilst lying on my bed pretending to be asleep dressed in a cami and French knickers. Those were scary and exciting moments as I heard her open the front door, walk down the corridor and pause outside my room. I had arranged the bed so that the door would not open much but just enough for her to see me “sleeping” in my undies.

      One evening I was feeling quite bold and had dressed in bra, panties, cami, blouse, tight fitting jersey skirt, blue lacy tights and shoes and was watching TV when I heard her knock on my door. I froze, “Alan can you help me with this dress please?” she called and before I could say “wait!” she had pushed the door hard enough to get past my bed barrier and was in my room. She stood there for what seemed like ages but was probably only seconds and looked me up and down as I sat petrified on the bed. She then turned around and asked me to do up her dress that she was trying on for her day at the races. I duly zipped her up and then she sat down on the bed and chatted as if everything was normal. I could not believe my luck and being there as a “girl” with her was fantastic, as it felt so normal, both dressed in our women’s clothes.

    • January 15, 2006 1:45 PM GMT
    • So true, Natalie. Art can hurt when opening old wounds.
      But you remind me what a great thing it is not being alone anymore.

      Linda
      Sabina
      XXXXXX

    • January 15, 2006 12:45 PM GMT
    • wrote this one after getting a really bad nightmare remembering the abuse i got when younger, and the things they said and the fear it caused me
      Not nice but art isn't some times
      i still get shakey just reading it so posted this wth mi eeyes colssed!!!
      Even now drunk gangs of guy's get my nerves racing, scarred me for life, i guess
      love and light
      chased the demons last night



      The Taste of Fear.

      ************************************
      Let's go now and have a beer,
      Let's go now and with no fear,
      Let's go now and with a row,
      Let's go now and kill the cow,

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      Let's go now and kick her head,
      Let's go now and spill the lead,
      Let's go now and give it good,
      Let's go now and use night's hood.

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      Let's go now and bash the queer,
      Let's go now and hurt them dear,
      Let's go now and tell them right,
      Let's go now and see the sight,

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      Let's go now and who's to care,
      Let's go now and we will dare,
      Let's go now and really push it,
      Let's go now and maybe get bit.

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      Let's go now and maim the bitch,
      Let's go now and scratch that itch,
      Let's go now and drink the dregs,
      Let's go now and break her legs.

      ************************************
      Let's go now and fetch a bruise,
      Let's go now and make her lose,
      Let's go now and have a session,
      Let's go now and teach a lesson,

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      Let's go now and we'll be right,
      Let's go now and she'l not fight,
      Let's go now and have our way,
      Let's go now and gone by day.

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      Let's go now and take them all,
      Let's go now and we'll stand tall,
      Let's go now and it's just fair,
      Let's go now and pull her hair.

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      Let's go now and bolt the door,
      Let's go now and give her more,
      Let's go now and show no slack,
      Let's go now and not go back.

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      Let's go now and 'fore she see's,
      Let's go now and while she bleeds,
      Let's go now and she'l not tell,
      Let's go now and her to Hell.

      ************************************

    • January 15, 2006 1:30 PM GMT
    • Thanxxx, Natalie,
      for your beautiful gift, and for being the generous angel you are.

      Linda
      Sabina
      XXXXXX

    • January 15, 2006 12:33 PM GMT
    • Chrysalis Child.

      ************************************
      Somewhere in the misty dawn,
      Are special children being born,
      They look the same as all the rest,
      For them though life will be a test.

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      These children bear a special gift,
      Which they'll use to jump the rift ,
      That stands between the human race,
      And we could not look in their face.

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      For they emerge not quite the same,
      And do not play the same old game,
      They change lives and they must,
      Leave the old ones in the dust.

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      But they're us and we're them,
      And its unfair to condemn,
      They harm no one and try to heal,
      By being by themselves so real.

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      It's their rebirth that makes them new,
      That's what makes them strange to you,
      But they play a golden part,
      And feel as if its just the start.

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      It can take months or maybe years,
      Depending on how deaf the ears,
      To save the hurt that life can bring,
      By understanding it's their thing.

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      One you could find not so far,
      Shining like a little star.
      Because the changes can be wild,
      In a pretty Chrysalis Child.

      ***********************************

    • January 15, 2006 12:49 PM GMT
    • For a friend who loves cats

      Astral Cats

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      As I sat on a park bench,
      Gazing at an idle wench,
      A cat of many shades saw me,
      And jumped down off it's nearby tree,

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      The cat did fix me with a look,
      And with a wink its head it shook,
      It pointed to a daytime star,
      And said we'd come so very far.

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      All cats in this world today,
      Come from there to here and play,
      Travelling on a special night,
      When the planets line up right.

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      Some go quickly in the nights,
      Others stop to see the sights,
      Drawn on woolstring from a ball ,
      And many never come at all.

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      But some get caught between the stars,
      Some get stuck halfway to Mars,
      Some go back and others stay,
      It's their choice come what may,

      ************************************
      So if a cat of shades see's you,,
      Be prepared now to review,
      The fact that they are not from here,
      And you might not be either, dear.

      ************************************

    • September 7, 2005 6:22 AM BST
    • Advent of Princess Cassandra Part 2: Service to Empire
      By Sylvia Ruger

      Note: This continuing work of fiction takes place in the 27th century in an area of space dominated by women. As mentioned in part one the Amazonian Empire is at war with a chauvinistic corporate state that derived from MCL, the largest corporation ever. The heroine of the story, once a tank regiment commander of the old Federation now, is dealing with adapting and living under the Empire.

      From Part 1: AISS Flower, in transit from Alexis
      “EEEK!” shouted Jaclyn who’s voice was now a few octaves higher.
      “What’s wrong?” asked a bleary eyed Sharon, who woke up with the screams of her bunkmate.
      “I have tits….”
      “Of course you do dear, but they are still awfully small, give them time…”
      “But I have tits, I am not supposed to have tits, I am a guy….”

      Chapter 5: What a Nightmare!
      Sitting up from the soft bed, Jaclyn (who still thought of himself as Jason) looked at the now lit vanity mirror and was greeted with the image of a young brunette that looked like she had a rough night on the town. Also in the mirror was Sharon her redheaded bunkmate. Looking down at herself again, Jaclyn noticed that perceptively small breasts, but they were definitely those of a girl, not a 30 something man. Upon further examination, which caused the satin sheets to rub across her smooth body, she noticed that although she looked like a girl, she still had a cock and both balls. Puzzled at her state she looked plaintively to Sharon for questions.
      “Oh yeah still have a dick, well so do a lot of girls, surprise!”
      Lifting her own nightgown Sharon showed her new friend, her own vestiges of manhood, albeit she her sacks hung empty.
      “You see service to Empire is required to be a citizen, and all women must serve, it is optional for other genders, and species. The Empire and the Church though maintain that only women can lead, or actually the following genders, Amazon Female, Natural Female, Female Alien, and Transformed Female, or us, otherwise known as she-males.
      Actually only the first two, which includes the sub category of Converted Female, those who went all the way, can reach beyond the rank of Kommandette. What’s wrong dear?”
      “I did not ask for this, I was duped, this is also in violation of the Centauri Accords regarding the treatment of sentient beings….”
      “Oh well the Empire never signed that treaty, besides you volunteered, same as I did eight years ago.”
      “I did no such thing, what is going to happen to the rest of my troops?’
      “First, they are no longer yours and second I don’t know her Ladyship did not confide in me.”
      “Is she a….”
      “Oh Lady Jennifer, heck girl, no she is an Amazon, a super woman they are genetically superior to all other humans, even the new humans.”
      “Anyway by Imperial law you volunteered, I did not know my fate either when the young recruiting officer came to my planet and asked for volunteers, we were subjects to the corporation but not employees so, we had no rights, the Empire was a blessing, even if it meant all young able bodied women were drafted, and any men who wanted to fight could volunteer. The recruiter stated that we could fight if we did not mind taking orders from women, and then pulled about six of us to side, we all had college or were in college and asked us if we were interested in attending the Salon, to learn leadership skills. All of us minus two opted for their offer, they mentioned better pay, greater respect and the retirement package, that is what sold me. Anyway we boarded the shuttle to the transport that took us to where the salon was, and like you, we were no longer men, but she-males before we touched ground. The salon then refined us into proper “ladies”. We were also told that when the time came, we could pass into full womanhood, and join the elite of the Empire. Upon completion of the salon, which was full of she-male Kaydettes, is when we lost the family jewels. Ah cheer up Jaclyn it’s not a bad life, it beats the crap of an MCL work camp.”
      “Ok is it reversible?”
      “Well for me hun, no once your gelded that’s it, if you want you can talk to Lady Jennifer, but not until we get dressed for morning aerobics. Oh yeah even if you got the plumbing, standing up in the latrine, is a really bad move, so don’t even try it, oh and the Empire is rather open with relationships, the only thing you must do is obey a superior, and contact with Human Males is verboten, but that does not include she-males like us,” Sharon winked, at Jaclyn and then moved her tongue across her lips, in a very suggestive manner. “But that can wait, we need to get our sweet asses to aerobics before we get in trouble.”

      Quickly showing Jaclyn the proper attire for aerobics training, the two got dressed and quickly headed for the cargo area, where the morning routine took place. Lady Jennifer arrived a few minutes later, and called for a young Kaydette to lead the group. Prior to starting, Lady Jennifer called the group to attention and quickly inspected them. She paused in front of Sharon who was in line next to a Majourette.
      “Ms. Parker how are we feeling this morning?”
      “Uh fine your Ladyship…”
      “Did you learn your lesson, wait, Ms. Ruger has her hair out of order, did you not show her what to do?”
      “Uh we were uh running late, Ms. Ruger had a trying experience and kept waking me up…”
      “I see, well make sure it does not happen again, ok Ms. Parker?”
      “Yes Ma’am!”
      “Right Ms. Ruger, fall out of formation and report to me over by the second lift.”
      “Yes Ma’am”
      “Missy Davis, you may proceed, Ms. Ruger is excused for this session.”
      “Yes Lady Jennifer, ok girls, Attention!, Workout Formation To the Left Move!, To the Right Face!, Workout Formation To the Left Move!, To the Left Face!, Sound Off by Rank!”
      “ONE!, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE”
      “Odd Numbers Displace!”
      “The first warm up is…..”

      While the assembly was conducting their morning routine, Lady Jennifer was meeting with Jaclyn far enough away so no one could hear their conversation.
      “Well now, don’t you look better, well we have to do something about your hair, but other than that, a sight better than yesterday? Yes? You want to ask something, ok go ahead, dear.”
      “Hell yes I want to say something, by what right do you have to do this to me! I have not done anything to you, and in fact probably saved several of your peoples’ asses by allowing you possession of Federal equipment! And you repay me by turning me into some fornicating freak girl-boy thing, I demand to speak to a representative and I demand that you turn me back!”
      Reaching over, Lady Jennifer back handed Jaclyn and then kicked h.er in the groin, doubling the she-male over. Next she grabbed the writhing form’s mass of matted hair yanking sharply so that Jaclyn was looking into her eyes.
      “Damn You Crazy Bitch let go of my freaking Hair!” At this time Jaclyn tried to swing at Jennifer but the moment her fist was about to impact, a powerful jolt shot through her body and knocked her breathless to the floor. The commotion brought about several of the assembly to see what was going on. “Hey look the new girl is getting creamed!” shouted one of the Kaydettes.
      “In Soro’s name get your butts’ back in line, this is between me and Ms. Ruger! Oh and Missy Shultz the new girl you are referring to happens to be a Kommandette, so watch your sassy mouth, report to Majourette Duncan for punishment after Aerobics!”
      Looking down at the gasping form of Jaclyn, Lady Jennifer knelt down and lifted her confused subordinate up.
      “Ok before you do something else incredibly stupid, let’s lay down some basic rules. I know it has been a trying experience for you, and the normal acclimation period was not presented, however we hinted at what was in store, by first stating that only women can lead, and then offering you a chance to lead. But that is all in the past, second the process can be halted but not reversed, sorry since all humans begin life as female it is easier to change the mutant to the base, than alter the base to the mutant. Now I know you our cultures are different but your sewer mouth, has got to go, first it most un lady like, and you have a tendency to shout. In addition to that never ever, raise your voice to a superior unless your life depends on it, ie the battlefield. Last and I am sure you did not enjoy the sensation a superior may discipline a junior anyway she sees fit, short of criminal behavior, but striking a superior is a serious offense, as I am sure it was in the Star Force, besides those nice earrings we all wear prevent that, as you know. Now that those basics are underway, even though you are a senior officette, you superiors can punish you in any manner they see fit, keep that in mind, as we are not above caning nobles or senior ranks. Just that punishment of seniors is normally out of view of the juniors, now the spectacle you caused earlier has to be rectified….”
      Looking down at Jaclyn, Lady Jennifer noticed that the once proud male looks as if she was about to burst into tears, in fact the first few drops already fell, forming a small puddle on the deck.
      “Ah come now, oh yeah you have emotions and other things caused by the hormones that have been dumped into you, look if you want to cry, go ahead…”
      “I’m <sniff> sorry, but I can’t <sniff> help it, every thing is so confusing”
      “Look, we can’t have you breaking down like this, however Doctor Angela warned me that we were proceeding too quickly, ok, you have the rest of the day off to recover after your morning treatment, you and Sharon can use today for adjustment, since I can spare her and you really don’t have an assignment yet.”
      “Yes Missy Davis?”
      “Your Ladyship, exercise is over, and Doctor Angela is here with her team for the special girls…”
      “Missy, we do not refer to TF’s as special you know that, now get your ass back to your formation and report to Mademoiselle Duncan, after you fall out the formation, turn it over to Ms. Parker, she will lead those that need to see Doctor Angela. “
      “Yes your Ladyship, as you command…” Saluting the young Kaydette slowly returned to the formation, dismissing it, and turning the rest over to Ms. Parker, however prior to her departure she reported to Majourette Duncan and explained her transgression

    • September 7, 2005 6:15 AM BST
    • please see separate thread for chapter 5

    • May 17, 2005 4:55 PM BST
    • Chapter 2: What a nice Freudian Slip you are wearing

      After hashing out an agreement, the two very different groups went about preparing the survivors and equipment found within the Vixen ready for transport. The last thing was removing the computer core and transporting it back, for what Commander Ruger stated was reassignment, the Computer agreed and was not too sad leaving the broken shell of its former body behind. However while the Star Force personnel went about doing their duties, Lady Jennifer and Kommandette Rice came up with a solution for having male’s in leadership positions.

      “Ok, Marilynn, we need these guys, and I don’t have a problem letting the men serve under our leadership, but Star Commander Ruger, and Star Captain Taylor are equivalent to us if not higher, besides 100 plus working grizzly tanks, we can use them to turn the tide of the war with the corporation.”
      “Well. Ma’am we can off those two and then force the lower males to work for us of or face a similar fate…..”
      “No that will never do, they would revolt and cause us some serious problems, but I was thinking if we degraded them by fully adopting them in our ranks, we might get a few who want to go all the way, well Commander Ruger will not get much choice in the matter, but leave him, er her to me.”
      “I like it, and we can use Doctor Stephanie to help out, but what about Captain Taylor?”
      “No the doctor has the gift, I can sense it, she will be turned over to the church, besides it is best no one knows what happens to them, leave Captain Taylor nominally in charge of these guys and we will work on Jason Ruger, I need a daughter so Catherine can have a sister don’t you think.”
      “Well no girl is named Jason, but Jaclyn is too close, how about we name her after you?”
      “Hmm sure why not many daughters are named after their mother’s, so until the time of my induction into the royalty comes she will be Jennifer Ruger.”
      “I like it Jennifer, it’s a win-win, the Empire get’s the troops and equipment, and we get to have fun at the expense of a male, too bad he’s not corporate, or we could make her into a pleasure slut, and sell her off to the slave pens.”
      “Now Now my eager beaver, that buzzed cut masculine head, contains a lot of information and the Empire must possess it, but it needs a proper silky mane to cover it, not that short stubble.”
      “Quick here she, er he comes…”
      “Afternoon Commander….”

      “Please call me Jason, Lady Jennifer, Marilynn, well all of the gear is packed and we are ready to board, Vixen is eager to be installed where she can be of use.”

      “Vixen, oh your AI, right, I was talking with my superiors, and they will welcome your force, and have your own lead it, however the Queen wants to meet with you and see if you can help out beyond just being a field commander.”

      “Uh ok, Captain Taylor is capable enough…”
      “Oh yeah, he is now Kaptain Taylor, and you are Kommadette Ruger;…”

      “Don’t you men Kommander, the other is a bit girly….”

      “Uh right, sorry we are not used to having males in such exalted positions, one more thing all of your clothing is contaminated with the toxins in this system, and may disrupt the environment of the ship, so prior to boarding all of us will be disinfected, and issued new attire.”

      “Ok you are the boss, I just want off this rock and take this damn breath mask off and breath fresh air again.”
      “Yes well all in due time Kommandette, er Kommander,”

    • July 26, 2005 12:43 AM BST
    • He placed his hug

    • January 7, 2005 1:15 PM GMT
    • Thank you very much , and yes , there's yet more to come.
      Amanda

    • January 7, 2005 9:50 AM GMT
    • that was BRILLIANT amanda!! more to come i take it?? love maria xxxxxx

    • January 6, 2005 10:19 PM GMT
    • Fiction by Amanda K. Blair
      Chapter Two


      Mark woke and sat bolt upright…. he was not in his bedroom, confused and shocked, it all came rushing back to him as he looked over and saw her there beside him. Still holding a long thin chain that lead to his neck- he reached up and found the collar there…. and it was locked onto him, with no way to remove it without the key.
      Christi was looking up at him as he looked back down to her…she tugged on the chain and her fell towards her embrace…. stunned but no longer afraid he embraced her back and kissed her as he some how felt like his whole life had changed, and it had- he was a slave to this woman’s heart, and he knew it. This some how made things better, as the shock of yesterday’s adventures flew threw his mind he became very aroused.
      The kiss ended and she looked deep into his eyes, and he felt right down to his soul, and she spoke (the words were like magic, spinning a spell of love lust and control)
      “ Good morning Amanda, sleep well?” she caressed his cheek while she spoke.
      He melted at the words and just nodded his answer of yes.
      She grinned and laughed…”Speechless are we dear…. I asked you a question.” She tugged at the chain.
      “Yes Mistress I slept very well, just that I was not sure if it was real or a dream.” his voice was shaky and somewhat high-pitched.
      “ Oh this is for real sweet one, very real. You ARE mine, now and forever…swear it…. NOW!”
      “Yes Mistress…. yours now and forever. I swear.” His voice seemed not his own and he held his throat.
      She giggled, “Don’t worry about your voice, it’s going to get more and more fem as the weeks go by. A small concoction a friend whipped up for me. It won’t harm you, but will befit your station as my slave and lover; I want you to always remember who you are. Do you understand?”
      “Yes Mistress.” Was all he could squeeze out as the fear crept back, and he struggled to push it back down.
      “Permition to speak freely Mistress?” he spoke weakly.
      “Yes love, what do you want?” she reached down and felt his hard-on, which only made it swell larger in her hand as her touch was like her voice, magic and cool, yet strong and reassuring.
      “What about the customers at the book store, don’t you think there going to be a bit suspicious?” he listened to his voice more closely this time and was amazed at how much after just one dose of what ever that was she had given him had made him sound so much more feminine.
      She smiled back pulled her to him and grinned, reached up and unlocked the collar and took it off, “What book store, were going to sell it foolish one. I’m extremely rich, and didn’t need the job in the first place; I’ve been hunting you. Oh what a silly wench you are now get up and open that closet over there to the left…that ones yours…. the one on the right is mine…. go pick out something red and leather and come place it on the bed.”
      “But…” he shut up with the look she gave him got up and walked over to the closet. And opened it. He stood there and was in shock as the door opened to a very large walk in closet…. with two rows of clothes…. dresses of every sort, skirts and blouses and shoes too at the back on shelves. He crumpled to his knees and just gawked, and couldn’t move. He was startled back to reality as to cold hands touched his shoulders and a voice asked him “Are you ok?” he looked up and saw her smiling face. “Yes, but the reality of all this is very overwhelming Christi, honest…. I’m honored and very frightened still. You have to believe me, this is what I’ve always dreamed about but never ever thought it would happen, just fantasies…..” his voice trailed off as she came around in front of him and drew him up to her and hugged him.
      “Yes love, I know…it’s suppose to catch you off guard, that’s the point. I don’t want you ever leaving me, ever. Do you understand, you’re my girl; mine to do as I please. Everything except let you go. Now go get the dress I asked you to get.” She swatted his butt and he shuffled into the closet, with the thought…’closet case indeed’ he chuckled to himself the fear once more over come by her reassuring words. Then it hit him the words she used ‘her girl’. A short way down the closet (some 10 feet long and about the same width) he found a large collection of leather dresses…. 4 were red. He looked back and asked. “Which one, there’s 4 here.”
      She smiled and grinned “the sleeveless one with the high collar.”
      He reached up and pulled it down, the smell of new leather filled his nostrils, it was beautiful, a deep red and some what short. He held it up for her approval, but she was no were in site. He walked out of the closet and looked for her, she was no were to be seen. So he walked to the bed and found the note.
      It read:
      Amanda, make the bed…. Get undressed, shower and put the white lotion that’s in the shower all over your body from the nose down wait 5 minutes then rinse it will remove all your body hair, finish that outfit with the proper under garments and you’ll find the other gift I have for you in the top drawer of the left dresser…match the boots in the closet to the dress, and then do your make up, like you did last night when I found you, you did a very good job. And I expect you to do the same. Then come to the kitchen.
      Christi

      Mark did as he was told and quickly and ran to the closet to look for the boots…. he found them and gasped…. they were beautiful…. with a 4’ heel…and easily past his knee once on. He scurried to the dresser and opens the top drawer. The in a open box was a pair of silicone falsies, beside them red lace bra panties and a garter and hose, with yet another note tucked into the panties.
      Tuck that stick of yours behind you, I don’t want to see it bulging out like last night…. it ruins the appearance.
      Christi

      He laid out all that was to be worn on the bed and ran to the bathroom to shower…following her instructions to the letter…the lotion made him tingle and after 5 minutes he rinsed and to his amazement…all the hair he could see seemed to wash down the drain. He towel dried and sprinkled the shower to shower body powder over his body and quickly walked to the bed and started to dress, he was shaking like a leaf. The hard part was to do the tuck that she demanded, it was uncomfortable but his did it anyway, and slid the dress up over everything, and did up the zipper. The dress was very tight fitting, and fit him like a glove. He went to the make up table sat down and looked into the mirror…. his face had no sign of the growth that had been there…it was as if his face never had any hair, no shadow at all, make up would be so much easier without having to use so much cover up. He quickly put on his face ‘ he giggled at that thought’ and finished by putting on his long black wig. He reached for the bush to smooth it out and found yet another note (when did she write all these, how long had she planned his taking), under a bottle of perfume with the word ‘Escape’ he pulled it out…. it simply said… “Wrists behind each ear…. and the name is to remind you…there is none.” He sprayed as instructed and brushed his wig out and looked up into the mirror as the fragrance hit him…. he didn’t know the woman looking back at him and he gasped and touched the mirror.
      Mark got up on wobbly legs and moved slowly to the door as it swung open, a small petit girl in a catholic school uniform ran in grabbed him by the wrist “Your late “ she exclaimed “and I’m hungry.” She dragged him into the hallway, Mark was stunned, the hallway was massive ‘were in hell am I’ he thought, the little girl kept dragging him down the hallway. “Come on you, do you want to start your first day here in the dungeon. Mark hurried along, not knowing were he was going. She dragged him down a long flight of stairs and threw another hallway and threw a door…. the kitchen was massive, and a bustle of movement and activity. The girl dragged him over to the table and shoved him down into a chair, and scurried to the one beside him. Mark was scared, he had never been around so many people before dress this way and was wondering when they were all going to start laughing and pointing, but none did, all were too busy doing one thing or that…. a touch on his shoulder almost made him jump out of his skin “Hi Amanda, you look good this morning.” said a voice he recognized from last night, he turned and there was Carol in a business suit and briefcase in hand. “I have papers here for you to sign when Christi arrives…. nice boots.” She sat at the table across from him. Another woman walked up and placed a cup of coffee and a plate of toast in from of him and walked away, it was at this point he counted…. some 10 people, wait they were all women. He was the only man in the room, and then it occurred to him, may be he wasn’t. He sat confused. A kiss on the cheek brought him back to reality. “Morning love, eat your toast, you’ll need it, and drink your coffee.” She sat down beside him and looked at Carol, “well don’t you look all business like this morning.” She giggled, Carol ignored the remark and opens the briefcase taking out some papers and handed them to Christi, “You wanted these today, right?” Christi looked the papers over and smiled. “Yup, thanks sweetie’s.” She cooed. She smiled and looked to Mark, “You need to sign these.” She passed the papers over to him and he looked down at them. “What are they for?” “What do you think there for, silly? Permition to sell the store, that’s the first set, and the second to sell your house, you won’t need that ether, actually Carols going to buy it from you, and before you think I’m going rob you, it’s all going into your new account, it’s your money. And the last set is an application to change your name.”
      Mark looked up at her, “my name?” He looked down at document, an application for a name change from Mark to Amanda, the one she had given him last night.
      “Sign them.” She stated flatly. His hand moved as of a will of there own, no a will of her own, he signed all the documents and passed them over to Christi.
      “Good girl.” Christi passed them to Carol and Carol got up kissed Christi and smiled. “I’ll file them on my way to court. See you about 7ish.” And she left out the kitchen door to what he assumed was the side door to this very large house. Mark looked at Christi. She was eating a piece of toast and looked back. “Yes love?” Mark just stared blankly.
      “Overwhelmed are we?” she asked, Mark nodded his head. Tears almost coming to his eye’s and she saw it. She got up and came over to him, don’t worry your pretty little head over the details, your safe, mine and in good company and hell were going to be married soon and you’ll be my wife, you’ll love it. I have such plans for us. At this the girl beside him piped up, “Do I have to call her mom?” Christi beamed back yes dear, have you met Ashley yet, dear?” Mark’s mouth opened but nothing came out. “What’s wrong with her mom?” The girl asked. “She in shock dear, but she’ll be ok.” He looked over to the girl, and then back to Christi, “you have a daughter?” “Yes love, oh I’m sorry I never did tell you, but that’s another story for another day.” She looked up at the clock on the wall, “Your going to be late Ashley.” She said flatly. Ashley looked to the clock grabbed another slice of toast and a couple of pieces of bacon and got up and ran to the door, “by Mom & Mom, oh that just sounds too weird, why can’t I have a normal family.” She pouted. “Because you’re my daughter, now get to school.” The girl exited the room the same way Carol had. Christi brushed a piece of Marks wig out of his eyes. He looked at her. “Say the following words for me. I love you and trust you.”
      “I love you and trust you.” Mark repeated. It seemed to calm him somehow, and he looked deep into her eyes, and saw nothing but kindness and love looking him back. He repeated the words, and they seemed to hit a cord somewhere deep down inside him, “I love you, and trust you Christi, but your moving so fast I can’t take it all in. I’m scared to death. You have to know that. Don’t you?”
      “Of course dear, I’m not going to give you a chance to get away. Your mine now, and you’ll just have to take comfort in that fact. Ok?” now eat your toast.” Mark sat and ate the toast and sipped the coffee examining the woman he thought he knew, she was so different from the woman that worked in his small book store just yesterday, she was gorgeous, her hair was long and flowing and her dress, a black one like his, he noted that she was wearing the exact same outfit that he was, just in black…right down to the boots.
      He spoke and looked at her, “Who are you, and what did you do to my employee?” the humor had returned to his voice, she looked up and laughed. “Shock wearing off I see.” She reached over and took his hand. “I do love you Mark.” (It was the first time since last night she had used his old name, and it reassured him.)
      Mark smiled back and exclaimed, “Why didn’t you just tell, or ask me, or something. Why all this kidnap the boss and make him fall in love with you stuff, fun and scary as it was. I might have liked a say in all this.” She smiled back and caressed his hand that was in hers…”What, and ruin all this fun you and I’ve had. Think of the memories when the kids ask how mom and mom met.” She laughed loudly and Mark joined her. He needed that laugh, and smiled back at her, he then realized he was falling in love with her, he didn’t know how, he knew why, but not the how.
      “She smiled as if she knew his thoughts, “Don’t get flustered, but this day isn’t over yet, were going to the salon after breakfast, we have an appointment. And after that the doctors office.”
      Mark almost spit up his coffee, and he looked up “WHAT! Outside, like this, are you completely out of your mind? It’s just not goi…” ‘SLAP!’ the slap to his face shut him up. Christi was mad, and he knew it. “Do you trust me?” she said in a demanding voice. “Yes” was all he could squeak out holding his face. “Then trust me now,.” She got up and pulled him from his chair, and embraced him, “I’m sorry I hit you, but your going to learn, one way or the other, you gave your self to me, I’m your owner, and I won’t let anything happen to you, BUT you are going out today, and many other days after this. Do you understand?” Mark nodded. She gave him the look. He responded, as she knew he would “Yes Mistress, but I’m scared, I’ve never been out in public.”
      “Amanda no ones going to be able to tell, your beautiful.” She looked to the woman in the kitchen doing the dishes, “Mary tell this silly how nice she looks.” The woman looked over and smiled “She’s better looking than I am.” Mark blushed. “But…” Christi put a finger to his lips. “Hush up and get your jacket and your purse, there by the front door and wait for me there, you’ll know which ones yours, trust me,” Mark obeyed without thought. The sound of his heels transfixed him as he walked, and wonder what life outside dressed as a woman was going to be like, and what was the doctor’s appointment for. He figured it must to be to make sure he was in good health or maybe to see if he had any diseases. What poor Amanda didn’t know was what Christi had planned for him. Your see, Christi liked her boy toy, but she wanted a girl toy, or at least almost girl, the doctor was a plastic surgeon.


      Mark waited by the red corvette in the driveway, Christi unlocked the door from the inside and Amanda got in…the car was new, and still had that new car smell.
      “When did you get this car Christi?” Amanda asked.
      “About a week ago princess.” She said sweetly. Amanda’s cock almost stuck it’s self up his ass with the word ‘princess’. Amanda swallowed and squirmed in her seat.
      “Lean forward and put your hands behind your back.” Christi said flatly. Amanda obeyed without question and thought, and Christi snapped on a pair of handcuffs and forced her slave to sit back and did up the seat belt. Amanda sat shocked and highly aroused, while her Mistress placed shackles to her ankles.
      Christi sat back, did up her own seat belt and put the keys into the ignition and started the car. It roared to life and once in gear…the car sped down the driveway and onto the street. Amanda felt like everyone was looking at them, or her/him…he was getting so confused as reality and fantasy merged in the dark places between. He was thinking of himself as a she. Mistress spoke at that point breaking the silence. “ So, your first time out huh?” Amanda mumbled “yes” Christi, giggled, “Relax princess, you look just like I wanted you too look. Two girls out in their car for a Saturday afternoon drive. Ok?”
      Amanda took a deep breath and then let it out, “Why the cuffs and shackles?”
      “Thought that would be obvious, to keep you off guard and remind you who you belong to.” Amanda’s Mistress replied.
      Amanda took some comfort in that statement for some reason. And settled back to enjoy the ride. Christi rolled down the window to let some air in and at the next corner 3 men cat called the car and hollered “Hey you two want some action?” They laughed and Christi chuckled, Amanda blushed and hoped no one saw, “ See princess, even the men find you attractive, pig’s that they are, even brutes know a good looking woman when they see one.” Amanda giggled nervicely as they pulled into a back ally and into an underground garage. Christi reached for a remote beside her and pushed a button and the garage door closed behind them as she undid her seatbelt and then Amanda’s. She climbed out and came around and opened the door for her slave and reached down, Amanda sat forward thinking the cuff’s would come off and was surprised that Christi was pulling her up and out of the car. “But…?” was all she could say as a finger was placed across her lips. “Shhh…. trust me.” Was all that was said. She followed her Mistress threw the underground garage to a door, threw the door and to an elevator. 3 floors up later and into another hall, Amanda held her breath praying no one was in the hallway, no one was…. down the corridor and to a door marked June’s Beauty Salon. Christi opened the door and they stepped in. Amanda was so nervice she almost fell over as a short woman came up and hugged Christi, “Hi Christi, this her.” She eyed Amanda up and down, Christi nodded. “Like her June, gorgeous huh?” she beamed back. “Like her, damn girl friend, you need to get me one.” she giggle back. Amanda just blushed and looked down. June lifted the slaves chin and smiled, “don’t worry so much Hun, your in good hands with my gall pal, I’ve known her for years, she told me so much about you, you have no idea how long she’s been planning to snag you, and here you are, damn…why did you bring her here, she looks fine, can’t improve perfection.” She said to Christi, looking back to Amanda, “Who taught you how to do your makeup, you did a wonderful job, or did Ashley do it for you?” “No she did it all her self.” The proud Domme replied.
      June took Amanda over to a seat and slid her in with her hands behind the back of it and attached a small lock to an eyebolt there, securing Amanda to her seat. She then removed the wig Amanda had been using for years…. and placed it on a Styrofoam headpiece and went to another table. He was back to being Mark, he felt so naked without it dressed this way, what if someone came in, he tugged on the cuffs but they didn’t yield to the tug…. he was very vulnerable and scared. Christi caressed his shoulders as June came back with a new Brunet long straight haired wig and placed it and straightened it to Marks head…. she brushed it out and spun Mark around and faced him to the mirror, “Well, what do you think.” The wig was gorgeous, and more to his natural hair color, it flowed down across his shoulders and framed his face in a wonderful way that even Mark was turned on, he slid right back into Amanda…. OMG was all he could think. “Thank you, it’s beautiful.” She said without thought.
      “Took us months to find just the right one, and finding out your head size, my god, you have no idea.” Amanda spun and looked at Christi, “Months?” the shock in her feminized voice was so apparent. Christi giggled and kissed her square on the mouth, “Yes princess, months, almost a year. Just before I started working for you, I saw you once in the book store after hours, I’m sure you thought no one could see you, but I did, and ever since, my plan to ensnare you has gone into play. The clincher was when you left the keys behind for me to copy, and well you know the rest of the story. Amanda rolled her eyes, what a moron, what a fool. Hunted for a year, and he didn’t even have a clue. “Am I that clueless Mistress?” he asked with a shaky voice. “No dear one, I’m that good.” Was all she stated.
      With a few more touch ups to her make-up and a few lessons on wig care and more make-up tips…. Amanda was unhand cuffed and unshackled and she stood up to look in the full length mirror on the far side of the room, she couldn’t help her self as she spun this way and that, to admire all the work done to her.
      Even to the poor man that looked back, he couldn’t tell that he was one, he WAS Amanda. He looked smelled and even walked like a woman, her confidence swelled.
      “Looks like we created a monster Chris.” June said with a giggle. Christi joined her in the laugh and just beamed at her creation, it was just as she new she would be, her little princess slave, hers to command. “Ok enough playing with the mirror slut, we have another appointment.” Amanda came over to Christi, and spoke “The Doctors appointment?” she asked, Christi just smiled and took her hand. And pulled her along, “Thanks again June, you did a wonderful job, as usual.” She dropped what looked to be a very fat envelope into June’s hands and kissed her cheek. “ I added a little extra, I heard about your mortgage.” “Chris, NO…. I can’t except anything more than we agreed to.” Christi ignored her and walked out with Amanda in tow.
      Down the elevator and back to the car. Christi let her slave sit unhand cuffed this time as they drove too the doctors office. They pulled into the plastic surgeons parking lots when it hit Amanda full in the face. “ That said plastic surgeon on the sign.” Christi said nothing and parked the vet She looked over and said, “Get out.” Amanda did as she was told and stood nervously beside the car on the very busy street of Vancouver’s west side.
      Christi started to walk towards the door and her slave stepped in behind her ‘Dr. Stanley Markus M.D. Plastic Surgeon it said on the door on the way in. Amanda was terrified and they both went up to the receptionist and Christi stated “We have an appointment with Dr. Markus.” The receptionist looked up and said “Name?”
      Christi relied “Amanda Dickson.”
      The receptionist stood up and told them to follow her, she led them down a long hallway to office were they were told to wait for the Doctor.
      “Why are we here.” Amanda whispered to Christi.
      The Doctor while entering stated loudly “For your breast augmentation appointment.”
      Amanda looked over her shoulder to the very handsome Doctor that just walked in and followed his dumbstruck by the statement till he sat down behind the desk.
      She looked at Christi, then back to the doctor. “Nurse?” The Doctor stated.
      A hand with a cloth went across her nose and mouth, she was so dumbstruck she didn’t even resist, as the blackness of the chloroform took her into oblivion.



      His chest was sore…. and the room way to bright, Mark tried to sit up and found that that just wasn’t possible…. he squinted and tried to get his bearings. The room was pink, and had the feel of a hospital room. ‘Oh my god!’ he thought to himself, and he quickly looked down to his chest. There were two well-formed lumps under the covers. He came too very fasts and tried to reach for his chest…. his arms didn’t move. Panic raced threw his mind as he remembered the Doctors office. Mark tried to call out, but all that came out was a croak. His throat was sort and dry. He started to weep uncontrollably.
      What did she do to him, what was going on? He tried to gain control of the tears that were freely flowing from his eyes. A soft voice brought him back to reality as he looked to his right, sitting in a chair beside his bed was Christi’s daughter Ashley. She was speaking to him , but the world seemed to be going in slow-mo. He shook his head and tried to focus.
      “Amanda, are you ok?” she seemed to be saying. Mark shook his head ‘No’, and she quickly ran from the room calling for someone. Pain wracked his body, and he slipped into unconsciousness once again.
      How much time passed Mark had no way of knowing, the pain lessened over what seemed like days, but in reality was several weeks, people would come in , inspect the bandages, adjust his medications, or ask him to speak. The speaking seemed to hurt for the first few days, but lessoned over time, as did the pain in his chest.
      It was all a blur to Mark, and just way to over whelming. Finally the meds wore off and he gained movement once again and was aloud to sit up after the bandages came off his chest. What he saw there just about made him scream, both in horror, and delight. Two perfectly formed tits, a ‘C’ cup easily. Mark also noticed after gaining freedom of movement, and exploration of his body, that he no longer had an ‘adams apple’.
      Finally Christi walked into the room, how long had she been away, he didn’t have a clue.
      “ Well sweetone, how are we feeling today?” She reached over and kissed him full on the lips. Mark loved those lips, yearned every time she took them away; they seemed to make him feel safe.
      Mark tried to mutter something back but it came out as a full balling fit of crying.
      Christi sat on the edge of the bed and took the poor crying lump into her arms and rocked him back and forth, whispering that everything was ok and that it was all over now.
      Mark just wanted to go home. Home? Mark realized was gone now, Christi had him sell it to Carol. His bookshop, everything was gone, his life seemed so uncertain.
      Finally he was dressed in sweat pants and placed into a wheelchair, and wheeled out to a waiting van. The sun was shinning, and it was very warm, to warm Mark realized for March. What month was it, he didn’t ask questions but just resigned himself to be lead around like a puppet. What else could he do, he had not actually seen a mirror in weeks, and figured he looked like some kind of freak.
      The van pulled up to the house, and he was wheeled in and led upstairs by on of the housemaids. He didn’t complain, depression had stolen his will to even resist.
      A bath was drawn for him and he climbed in, was not shocked that the maid washed and cleaned his very long blonde hair (when the hell did his hair get so long, and why was it blonde). After the bath the maid dried and powdered him from head to toe, dried and styled his hair, painted his nails and his toe nails, and lead him to Christi’s and his bedroom. He was dressed in white panties, a white bra and garters held up the white stockings. Next he slipped into a white leather dress that seemed way to frilly to be normal, and white 5” pumps he was lead over to the makeup table and sat down for the first time in weeks in view of a mirror. The woman staring back at him was gorgeous.
      “Sweet Jesus!” Mark blurted out. “Is that me?” watching his lips move, he already knew the answer. He reached out and touched the mirror. The mirror reflected the same movements back and Mark was stunned. The very beautiful blonde starring back at him was stunning, long blonde hair flowed down across his shoulders and down his back down past his shoulder blades; the shaped eyebrows were thin and very attractive and the make-up the maid was applying was just enough to highlight his now very feminine features. Mark starred at the creature that he knew was and yet wasn’t him…it was her…. Amanda, the woman he longed to be since age 5, it was like someone invaded his mind and tore it out and plastered it to his face and body. The maid pulled the last part of his ‘costume’ over his head. It was a wedding veil. Mark, or should we say, Amanda was going to be married.
      When he woke up the maid was fussing over him asking if he was ok. Mark nodded and realized he fainted, and was now flat on his back looking up at the ceiling. He slowly gathered his wits and raised himself off the floor with the aid of the maid. Stumbled slightly and then regained his balance, walked over to the full-length mirror. The woman staring back was a sight to see, beautiful beyond belief, dressed in a leather wedding dress, veiled, and standing on wobbly legs. Mark took a deep breath, looked to the maid and finally spoke. “What’s going on?” The maid replied like it was nothing notable and simply said, “It’s your wedding day silly.” Like he should have known. Amanda took stock of the situation quickly and fell into roll.
      “Well, when’s this suppose to take place?” Her new voice was strange to hear, and she wasn’t quite used to it, but figured it would grow on her, like she had a choice.
      “As soon as your brides maids are ready, and that should be shortly. Your feeling better? You seem more alert.”
      “Yes dear, I’ve come to grips with the situation it seems, no point in fighting it, seems a bit too late for that now.” The nervice giggle escaped her lips and Amanda sat on the end of the bed waiting for the next action to happen.
      Carol walked into the room and gasped, “Amanda!” she exclaimed, “ Your so beautiful, stand up so I can get the full picture.”
      She did, and even gave a little twirl. And Carol came over and gave her a hug, “I have a few things for you.” As she started to open her purse, extracting a small box. Inside was a white gold ring with a single large diamond, and she slipped it onto Amanda’s left hand. “It’s your engagement ring.” She said flatly. “I bought a pair of them for you both, Christi has been wearing hers for weeks now, but we saved yours for today.” Amanda admired the ring, it was very beautiful. Next Carol produced a blue single garter and asked Amanda to lift her left leg. She complied and Carol slipped the garter up her leg to her thigh. Next she pulled out a white gold chain, “It belonged to my grandmother.” She explained, then Amanda clued in, something new, something borrowed something blue.
      She was all set to be married. Married!!!
      Amanda sat back down on the end of the bed, her knees were weak, and she was shaking like a leaf. Carol sat down beside her and dismissed the maid. “It’s going to be ok, actually it’s going to be very ok. Relax, and don’t go starting to cry, you’ll ruin your makeup.”
      Amanda smiled weakly at Carol and nodded her agreement, and took a deep breath. “Well, when does this all start?”
      “When you’re ready, were all just waiting for you.” Carol explained.

      To be continued…

    • December 10, 2003 12:52 PM GMT
    • Simply an impressive story.

      Love Sabine

    • April 23, 2003 6:03 AM BST
    • Nice story.

      So, where are these gorgeous females who can't keep their hands off of us trannies (as in chapters eight and nine)?

    • March 17, 2003 5:01 PM GMT
    • There is nothing like a good fantasy story to get the juices moving and I would like fellow trannywebbers to have a look at this one. Enjoy ...

    • July 2, 2005 3:15 AM BST
    • [ This is the first tale in a collection of short stories I wrote some 20-25 years ago. I submit it as it is a tale as it reflects inner struggles with my self-exceptence of my gender when I was in my early 20's -- It's a tad long ]

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      One such time, I sensed a presence in the woods. It was a young woman. Obviously heartbroken and disillusioned, she had come to the woods to escape. She never knew what she was escaping to, or how, or why she had come to these woods.

      It was late in the summer when she came to the edge of the river that winds its way through the woods. From my vantage point in the shadows of the trees I watched as she undressed. I feared that she was entertaining suicidal thoughts. Thankfully as I watched, I could feel the river cleanse her.

      * * * * *

      The cool water felt refreshing as it splashed down her skin. The goose bumps felt titillating, rather than irritating. She found it strange that a shower could be as such, here in nature, and so different from home. It was neither chore nor luxury but a cleansing.

      The river flowed with such innocence, as to make everything within sound of it, relax. She bathed in it. She enjoyed the moment and the problems left behind to wash away with the water. Leaning against a smooth black rock along the side of the fall, she opened her mouth to drink of the water, giggling as the water relentlessly splashed about her face.

      The sound of her own laughter startled her. It had been long since she heard it's sound, and it emanated with the innocent sounds of forgotten childhood. She thought it odd to have forgotten how to laugh aloud. It seemed easy, and so deeply enjoyable.

      Drifting back into the pool beneath the fall, she tried to lose herself again within the water. This time the moment she found was erotic, and incomparable to the innocence that she desired to feel. She still laughed, but this time it was a more knowing laugh. A laugh that started in her throat and ended in a smile of subtle sarcasm. It was a smile that exposes itself when ones' feelings been found out, but humility refrains the lips from thoroughly expressing.

      I remember wishing I was an artist. It was a scene I wanted to capture and share. Even if the picture was painted; with the green hues and light breaking through, all the reds of the sun, all the subtleties of the brush and trees rising out of the water, all of the motion of the quiet crystal water, all the cool rushing of falls, and the beauty of this girl enjoying the pure beauty and solitude, there would only be a few who would bother to look at the painting. Fewer yet would feel it.

      She stepped out of the waterfall and paused to enjoy the sunset. A cooler breeze gently told her to get dressed. She pictured a glass of white wine, as she looked at her toes on the carpet of bright moss beneath the clear water. It was then that she sensed just how far away she had run. A sense of panic tempered by defeat went through her as she dressed.

      The extremity of her emotions rushed through her and the hush of the waterfall drowned out her pain. She fell to her knees and sobbed into her hands after dressing. It was then I made her aware of my presence. I could see and feel her mind spin upon my intrusion. She passed out, and I carried her toward the cabin.

      She began to revive as we made our way down the path. Her eyes tried to focus at the small cabin gathering evening light. I listened to the trees as they whispered with the wind in anticipation of the night. She said nothing. She felt helpless. When we crossed the threshold, she looked at me. I could only find confusion in her eyes.

      I set her upon a bench as I set pillows and blankets upon the floor in front of the rustic fireplace. She arose from the bench a staggered to the doorway as I lit the fire. She stopped at the door and looked back at me searching for an explanation.

      "I don't believe you would understand if I explained to you where you are, or why you are here. For tonight I will tell you that when you will dream I will be there too. There in your dreams, you will be able to see the truths you hide from. I cannot say what will be when the morning comes, for I do not know. This cabin and the warmth of this fire is all the comfort I am allowed to provide.

      I left the cabin to sleep under the stars and mentally shaking my fist at my maker. I knew by the woman's distraught condition, that the visions this woman would bring to me this night would show me a world I could not influence, nor tolerate. I would be forced to submit to the world to which I was bound.

      From the heavens I heard a voice, Sleep Prometheus, and see what you have done, find the comfort of your cabin and fire.

      * * * * *

      As sleep came over the two of us I could see her journeying through time within her mind. She was searching for how she had come to be here. I saw her learning for years. Learning so much, she became separate from the world around herself. She became lonely with knowledge.

      When she applied her knowledge there came many rewards, but still she felt incomplete. Her need for a child could not be compensated through her labors. I saw her fall in love with a man of equal talents. I saw the child of their creation awaken inside her, but the world they had created together began to fall apart. Resentments arose. In the end, she accepted walking away from there labors to raise the child.

      Their world continued to crumble, and her man took their child and left her alone. With all of her labors gone, the emptiness within her pulled her to these woods.

      It was then I appeared in her dream. I was taken back by my own appearance, for I was neither male nor female. I had a beautiful female body with a very male phallus. Our eyes swelled up with tears. She walked to me and comforted me in an embrace that could only be consummated with a kiss. As our eyes spoke of love and safety the cabin door blew open with an explosive sound. As if drawn by a magnet we walked, through the portal.

      Upon entering the trees, the wind lifted me and threw me onto the ground a few yards away. Great gusts of wind scattered green leaves and I found myself crying helplessly within her vision.

      The wind and my cry seemed not to touch her. Her hair was unmoved by the wind. Her face was unchanged by my tears. She walked toward me. Her eyes appeared to glaze as she came to stand at my feet. . Her expression changed to helplessness. She fought against unseen forces as they seemed to push and pull her on top of me. The wind whirled our consciousness with the green leaves.

      She managed to utter, "What are you?"

      I replied in a stoic tone that sounded erotic in the midst of my confusion.

      "I am whatever you need me to be."

      I found myself tonguing the outlines of her breast. My hand explored her body with massaging strokes. My body began to move without my awareness as moans escaped my lips. She grabbed at my feminine breast, breaking skin and tearing away flesh. I felt my phallus swell. I watched as if detached as I grabbed her by the hair and forced the erection into her mouth. Her eyes looked up at me like a cat that had found its prey, and viciously bit into the transgressor.

      She stood up with blood on her face, looking like a victorious warrior. She looked down at my penis dangling by a single tendon and ripped it off with a malicious tug. I felt the pain tear through me. I watched on helplessly as she shoved the bloody phallus deep inside herself.

      The wind suddenly ceased and the blood disappeared. The phallus reappeared upon her. She bent down and licked my breasts each stroke healing the wounds.

      We locked in a deep embrace. Our bodies melded together with each subtle movement. Every gyration dissipated a limb until there was a single form left lying in the leaves, unconscious.

      I awoke to the first rays of the sun to see her leaving the cabin nude. The panic in her eyes that forced me to look at the penis she strangled in her hands.

      Her face full pain now lifted to the sky and screamed out with a confusion that echoed far into the hills, "YOU'VE IMPRISONED ME!!!"

      She fell to the ground in tears. Her hand still strangled the erection. Suddenly she stopped. Calm came to her face. She turned to look at me.

      �We imprison ourselves.� I said with as much care as I could. The visions of the evening raced within my mind like demons.

      She started to laugh. A laugh that started in the throat and ended in a smile of subtle sarcasm. Her laughter was edged with a knowing madness as she ran away from these woods.

      --------
      The rest of the Tales are at http://www.bereth.com/Cor[...]ale.htm

    • June 8, 2005 10:50 PM BST
    • Keep up the good work Sylvia

      Hugs
      Joanne

    • May 30, 2005 8:14 AM BST
    • Chapter 4: Initiation Rites
      Kaptain Sharon Parker showed Jason around the ship, starting with the cargo hold, then engineering, the combat area, and finally the bridge. Lady Emily Dupris and Kommandette Sarah Carver, the matriarch and executive of the Flower, met them and Sharon relayed the invite to dinner.
      “Oh sure tell Lady Jennifer we would be honored, nice meeting you Kommandette Ruger, welcome to the Flower and the Empire.”

      The rest of the tour went quickly, and with a brief pause showing the emergency locker, Sharon led Jason to their quarters.
      “Oh I forgot we are bunkmates, and in our tradition those on a personal level use first names when addressing each other, I’m Sharon and you are?”
      “Uh Jason…..”
      “Oh that will never do, how about Jaclyn, yeah that will work for now.” Leaning over Sharon lightly kissed her new roommate, “shall we go inside.”
      Making sure the vanity was not visible, as Sharon was given orders not to let ”Jaclyn” see herself until after dinner, when the final steps will be set in motion. Sharon showed the small quarters, including the bathroom, and a full sized bed.
      “Uh where do I sleep…”
      “Oh silly, girl we share the bed.”
      “Oh right, but ah never mind, if I correct every one of you ladies, I will still be on that rock, what time is dinner?”
      “Oh uh, shit, 10 minutes, we have to hurry, this is informal so these uniforms will suffice.”

      Sharon and Jaclyn hurried down the corridor to the lift taking them to the wardroom. Inside were 20 ladies in small groups, ranging in rank from Kaydette to the two Ladies.
      Lady Emily was talking to Lady Jennifer and noticed the room hush up as the newcomers arrived.
      “Ah Ms. Parker, right on time you’re cutting in close dear, Ms. Ruger you look lovely, how do you like it so far?”
      “Uh Ma’am the quarter arrangements are a bit irregular but so far no complaints.”
      “Oh that’s good to hear, however we don’t have any individual quarters, even Lady Emily and myself share ours with our execs. Anyway, now that you are here…Oh yes Doctor Angela?”
      “Ma’am Kommadette Ruger needs a few more shots, if you don’t mind we can do that right now, we never gave her the hypersleep inducer, and it would be ashamed if her first jump killed her.”
      “Oh right, proceed then we will eat, Ms. Ruger your place is here next to Ms. Parker and Marilynn.”
      “Uh ok, but why call me Ms?”
      “Oh sorry, Sharon you did not brief your roomie on protocol did you, no matter we will deal with that later. Simple we are a very regimented society and titles are extremely important. Untitled civilians are Senorita, those in position of authority are Senora. Junior enlisted in AIDOF, our military, is Fraulein, senior are Frau. Kaydettes are Missy
      Junior Officettes, including Kaydettes when addressed by a subordinate in a formal setting are Mademoiselle, Lewtenettes and Majourettes are informally called Miss. Kaptains and Kommandettes are Madame, or Ms. In formal conversation the title goes before the rank, as in Madame Kommandette, oh and nobles have a whole slew of honorifics, but for now Lady, and your Grace or Highness will be sufficient. The queen is Your Royal Majesty, and if you meet the Empress, she is Her Imperial Majesty, got that Ms. Ruger?”
      “Uh ok, got it Lady Jennifer…”
      “Oh no when addressing a superior in a non formal setting, i.e. court Ma’am is sufficient ok?”
      “Yes Ma’am….”
      “Right now be a good dear and get your shots and then we will eat.”

      Excusing “herself” Jaclyn went with the medical team and was administered several more shots, “Ow, damn what gives with these they hurt like hell”
      “Oh well Ms. Ruger, By the way I am a Sister Surgeon so your equal, it’s either shots or suppositories, your choice?”
      “Uh I will take the shots I guess…”
      “Good every morning after aerobics come to me and I will administer the required doses…”
      “Daily, uh what gives…”
      “Oh well, while you were ah out of contact, several new germs came up, and we have to isolate the one’s that you have not been exposed to, and uh give you the vaccines, now like I said it’s either shots or suppositories, which although may feel odd, are less painful.”
      “Well you are the doctor, so what does this tread-head know about medicine.”
      “Good I or one of my girls will see you at 70 in the morning, now you best get over their your other half is looking sheepish.”

      All of the others were seated except for Sharon who was standing next to the chair designated for Jaclyn. Jaclyn finished her ordeal with the medical team and headed over to the table.
      “Ah Jaclyn please have a seat, then I can sit down.”
      “Eh uh what do you mean Ms. Parker?”
      “Sharon, silly, I am your rommie, and also your subordinate so I seat you then I sit down, got it?”
      “Right, ok wow this is so weird.”

      The last two sat down, and Lady Jennifer then gave the signal for the cooks to bring in the food, it was a lavish affair and compared to emergency rations, a veritable feast for Jaclyn. Throughout dinner small talk and gossip were the main topics, however every now and again Jaclyn asked about the events that have transpired, and others asked “her” questions of the Federation. Several hours past, by after several courses of food, after dinner drinks were served, however Jaclyn’s had a little extra, to help her sleep.
      “Ms. Ruger you don’t look too good, I guess too much too soon.”
      “Uh yes m’a ma’am long day, I am sooo tired.”
      “Right, Ms. Parker, take your roomie back to bed, hopefully she will feel better in the morning, then report back here for your earlier transgression.”
      “Yes your Ladyship, ok Jaclyn let’s get you to bed, come on girl you are too big for me to carry you, that’s it.”

      After struggling to get the drowsy soon to be she-male to their quarters, Sharon got them both inside, and instructed Jaclyn to remove her things. S.he was then handed a nighty and instructed to put that on and go to bed. In a haze, Jaclyn complied and was out as soon as s.he touched the soft downy pillow. Sharon quickly picked up her clothing and hurried of to await punishment.

      Meanwhile Jaclyn slept dreaming of all things feminine, and a weird dream that she was no longer a guy. The next morning Jaclyn shrugged off the memories of the night prior, and was confused at the silky sensation of the satin nightgown. But that was not all, quite visible under the gown were the noticeable buds of developing breasts.
      “EEEK!” shouted Jaclyn who’s voice was now a few octaves higher
      “What’s wrong?” asked a bleary eyed Sharon, who woke up with the screams of her bunkmate.
      “I have tits….”
      “Of course you do dear, but they are still awfully small, give them time…”
      “But I have tits, I am not supposed to have tits, I am a guy….”
      “Really? look at yourself in the mirror Jaclyn, what kind of guy looks like you? It will be all be explained soon enough, go back to sleep girl, you have a big day, ahead, oh and welcome to the first day of your new life, welcome to the Amazon Empire.”

      End of Part 1
      Please let me know what you, think as there is more to come, afterall we need to meet Cassandra.
      Sylvia

    • May 25, 2005 5:54 AM BST
    • Chapter 3: The Transition Express, Ticket for 1.
      At the appointed time for the personnel to depart and head to the awaiting starships, Kommander Ruger and Kapatin Taylor along with the rest were given their boarding assignments. Doctor McPherson was going on a medical support ship, and Kommander Ruger was going to be on Lady Jennifer’s flag ship. Kaptain Taylor and the rest, outside other medial personnel who were selected to accompany Doctor McPherson, were tasked to board transports and head for a system near the front line, to train and fight with their equipment. Several examples of each type of vehicle and other equipment along with Vixen were likewise loaded onto Lady Jennifer’s ship, the AISS Flower.

      “Hey Sir, before we depart, some of the men are complaining about removing the clothing….”
      “Yes well, like we know our uniforms are contaminated, as are we, and so we need to be deconned, and it is easier to destroy the clothing. Besides we belong to the Empire now, and so will wear their uniforms.”
      “I guess you are right, well, good luck Sir and see you later, you get to meet a queen some guys have all the luck, and I think Lady Jennifer loves you.”
      “Perhaps, but I am sure once her training is over I will hook up again with Stephanie”
      “I am sure you will, like I said some guys have all the luck, well my shuttle is leaving, for the Cherry Blossom, see you sir”
      “Good luck, Christian, and after I am done with the debrief and whatever else, I will join you guys.”

      “Ah Kommander, see got it right, your friend is leaving, and did I hear you correctly, you were uh involved with Stephanie?”

      “Yes, she is my fiancée, why is that a problem?”

      “Oh no well not really however if is she is inducted to the faith, they may not wed, and she has the potential to serve the Church.”

      “Yes I know, she is psionically gifted, so your clergy are all psions, that’s interesting, well looks like your, I guess our shuttle is here, so we best get going, huh Lady Jennifer?”

      The shuttle landed and dropped off a cargo module with two doors on either end. A clear plastic bubble was also dropped and connected to one end, the shuttle then landed and extended a flexible collar to the other end. Thus creating a sealed environment for deconning the away team and Kommander Ruger.

      “Uh Marilynn you take the girls in first, then I will follow with Kommander Ruger.”
      “Right, ok girls let’s go,” stated Kommandette Rice, as she and the rest of the away team, that originated on the Flower entered the decon area. Once in the clear bubble, all of them disrobed, and headed inside for decon, a few minutes later, they emerged one by one fully clothed in blue knit blouses and black skorts, the officers had their stripes on the collar and the enlisted hearts on the sleeves.
      “After you Kommander”
      Jason and Jennifer then entered the dome, and under the direction from a tech inside, took off their clothing, Jennifer mentioned to the tech that she was with the special guest, and after stripping to her birthday suit, casually walked inside, Jason followed suit, and was quite exited at the prospect of being surrounded by women, and his manhood likewise was exited as well.
      “Uh here, drink this, it will combat some of the toxins you were exposed, to, and when you are done, go to Sister Marie and she will give you a few shots to help you adjust and be safe.” Jason drank the rather sweet liquid, and felt a little light headed, but knew that he did not want to suffer any effects from the toxic environment of Alexis. One other side effect was that his erect penis went immediately flaccid. Which was just as well, as he was beginning to get some unwanted attention and hostile glares from the techs. Next were the shots, a series of 10, which left his arms and buttocks rather sore.
      “Ouch, that last one was a doosey, I did not see Lady Jennifer get any shots…”
      “Oh well, uh that’s because we get these upon joining and well better safe than sorry don’t you think?”
      “Oh sure I guess, but that last one was a pain in the ass.”
      “Right now off you go through the rest of the decon, we don’t want to keep everyone waiting, now sweetie?” Taken slightly aback by the last comment, Jason, shrugged, and rubbed his sore butt, and continued on with the decon procedure. He was given a cap to cover his head, and eyes, as he went through the first station.
      “Ok hun we are going to do a skin slough which will remove the first lairs of skin, and any contact contaminates, this may sting a bit, but just relax.” Two techs wearing thick gloves came up and started smearing a foul smelling solution all over his body, covering all of it except the protected parts. After a few minutes, his skin began to tingle, especially around his nipples., then the smell of burning hair and skin filled his nostrils, as the skin defoliant was doing its work. A few minutes later, the techs came back with a water nozzle and sprayed the gunk, and all of the dead skin and hair with it.
      “Hey that tickles, ooh wow that’s odd my chest seems extremely sensitive”
      “Well, that is a side effect of the treatment, don’t worry the oddness will soon go away.”
      “my skin feels soft and silky too, how long for hair to grow back?’
      “Oh everything will be as it should within a few day’s cutie, so don’t worry, now move to the next station ok?”
      Proceeding along to the next stations, the techs washed him off, with a solution that smelled faintly like roses, it was a skin conditioner. Next he was given four pills, one was a sleep aid, the others were more “vaccines” after that, his hair was washed and treated, and then he was shown to the end. Lady Jennifer and two more techs were waiting with some clothing.
      “Well now all of that is done, Kommandette, here is your new uniform, sorry but this all we have, and I will not permit you to run around nude.”
      “Oh ok, I guess it will do, I can get proper clothing when we reach planetside right?”
      “Oh yes all of wardrobe needs will be provided, now this simple blouse, skort affair is called shipboard dress, notice your rank is on the collar, this is your chronometer and short range communicator, these are little devices patch into the ship’s sensor grid and monitor’s your status, and also is a transponder, this is a DNA ID locket, these are standard shipboard slippers we use a high friction surface to facilitate movement in the reduced gravity of the ship. And last but not least standard issue undergarments.”
      “But I don’t need a bra….”
      “Come now it’s part of the uniform, and until we get some custom uniforms for your troops, it is required.”
      “Ok, well I really don’t need it, but regulations are regulations even if they are not designed for me.”
      “Yes well, I think you find all of the uniform to make sense, who knows maybe you will like it?”
      “Well, al'right help me with this or at least show me how this stuff goes, are those earrings?”
      “Yes bioelectric powered, oh drat, Sister Marie we need to pierce her, uh his ears!”
      “Wait do what?”
      “The bioelectric field won’t work unless the probes are implanted, so earrings are the least evasive, means of doing it, besides they complement the uniforms.”
      “Uh maybe for you, anyway of getting around them?”
      “No, because the ship’s security system will target you as unauthorized the moment you board if it does not pick of the transponder code, and then once aboard we can monitor your vitals, like the rest of the crew and exploration team.”
      “all right, Sister, be gentle….Ow, he watch it…damn that hurt!”
      “Ok Kommandette, just live with it ok, I will never get the other one right.”
      “There all dressed and you look kind of cute.”
      “Uh thanks, I guess, now what?”
      “We head inside, once we get to the Flower, Kaptain Parker will show you around the ship, then after that please join me and the senior staff for dinner, ok dear?”
      “Yeah ok, whatever, real food will be a treat, right now I feel really sleepy.”
      “well we have a few hours to the ship you can rest on the shuttle.”

      The two walked into the shuttle, followed by the techs, they detached the external bubble and after everyone was safely aboard, the shuttle lifted off, pausing only to pick up the decon station and leaving behind the remains of the Vixen and the planet Alexis. During the ride Jason fell quickly asleep, and some of the drugs, and raw hormones he was given started to do their intended job.
      “Well Marilynn what do you think? Shall we go all the way or let her decide, after living amongst us for a while?”
      “We should have fun with h.er first, let her keep that thing between her legs and let her pretend she is still a man, until she decides enough is enough, and voluntarily goes all the way.”
      “Right, well Kommandette Ruger is out of uniform, do you want to remedy that?”
      “Sure it would be my pleasure to giver her a makeover, Uh what about her hair, she looks so butch”
      “Leave it for now, it will grow out, for now make her cosmetics low profile, you know light pinks and natural tones.”
      “Ah you’re no fun, but ok, can I do her toes bright red?”
      “Sure by the time she sees them, it will be too late.”
      With a sly grin, Marilynn went aft of the shuttle and got her cosmetics kit out, and then starting with the toes, began dolling up the new “girl”. Kommander(ette) Ruger slept through the entire processes, as the sleeping pill ensured s.he would. The shuttle landed in the Flower and finally with the last jolt, Jason woke up.

      “Enjoy your beauty rest dear?”
      “Uh yes, I needed that, so now we board?”
      “Uh huh, follow behind Marilynn, although you two are the same rank, she is your superior ok.”
      “Sure no problem” standing up, Jason stretched and noticed that his chest felt tighter, pausing he adjusted the bra he was wearing.
      “Problem?”
      “Uh not really this thing must of somehow got out of position while I was resting, it feels better now.”
      “Oh well, that happens, we will get you a padded training bra from one of the Kaydettes they will get a big kick helping out a superior that way.”
      “Er right, well so this is your ship?”
      “Yes ah good, Kommandette Ruger this is Kaptain Parker, follow her and she will give you a brief tour, oh and Parker remember I want all senior officettes for dinner tonight so don’t be late, while on the bridge ask Lady Emily if her group is interested as well.”
      “Yes Ma’am, ok follow me sweety, welcome to your new home and life.”

    • May 13, 2005 6:57 AM BST
    • Advent of Princess Cassandra Part 1: The new girl
      By Sylvia Ruger

      Note: This work of fiction takes place in the 27th century in an area of space dominated by women. The Amazonian Empire is presently at war with the corporate entity of Mathematical Concepts Limited, which is anything but progressive in their views towards women.” The war has been going rather poorly for the Amazons but they are about to find their savior. The main character is at the time a young officer in the military of the culture that existed previously, he has been in cryogenic hibernation for several years after surviving a failed operation. In a way Cassandra is the alter ego of the author.

      Chapter 1: Starting Anew
      The Planet Alexis, 2610
      “Artemis Leader to AISS Flower, repeat Artemis to Flower do you copy over?”
      “We here you Ma’am find anything interesting?”
      “That’s a most affirmative, the large metal deposit is in fact the remains of an old stellar craft, and she’s huge bigger than those MCL hulks. I sent Marilynn ahead to check it out, waiting for her team to report”
      “Roger that Lady Jennifer, her Grace will be interested in any salvage you can find, if we are lucky the ship may have some weapons or tech we can use.”

      What Lady Jennifer Volkberg and the rest of the expedition did not know, was the remains in question was that of the FSS Vixen, a Assault Carrier-Transport of the old Federal Star Force. She was damaged and forced to crash land nearly 100 years earlier, the survivors set the ship on minimum power and activated its cryogenic sleeping chambers to wait for a rescue. However before the Federation could mount a rescue it collapsed due to internal corruption. All records were lost of the Vixen and so no one came, and the survivors remained safely asleep, until now.

      “Lady Jennifer, this is Kommandette Rice, you have got to check this thing out, internal power is still active in some areas, and the cargo hold is filled with crates and other items covered with tarps. I am heading towards where the power is active will *** pt***transmission breakin*** up, Marilynn out*****”

      “Huh what is going on? Captain something has activated the revival program, get the troops up I think we may have company!”
      “Yes Sir, uh Commander Ruger, what if they are hostile?”
      “Then we defend this ship, and see if we can take theirs and get off this rock. Computer what is the status over?”
      ALL SYSTEMS NOMINAL, 20 UNKNOWNS IN CARGO AREA APPEAR HEADING TOWARDS SLEEPING MODULES
      “Right thanks, ok Captain get the troops ready, and get Dr. McPherson to check out and see if anyone is having problems, I wonder how long we have been out”
      PRESENT DATE IS AUGUST 10 2610 COMMON ERA
      “2610, we have been out for 94 years wow! Check for Federal Ident tags, and perhaps opening up the arms locker just in case”

      The twenty senior survivors of the ship’s company and embarked troops quickly got dressed and headed towards the massive area where the rest of the 1500 survivors were still in suspended animation. Along the way they picked up armor and small arms from the weapons locker and were in the process of activating the revival program when Kommandette Marilynn Rice and her small party entered in.

      “Ma’am we are detecting movement up ahead in the lighted area”
      “Right easy they could be corp bastards, proceed in with caution, I can’t raise Lady Jennifer until we get back into the cargo area.”
      “Ok shit, freeze someone is looking right at me”

      “Sir, uh we have visitors, well um….”
      “What’s up Captain, oh uh hello ladies welcome to the Vixen”

      “Vixen? What is that and who are you guys?, and er women, you are not Corporate that is obvious too nice”

      “Eh Corporate, what us no were Star Force, I’m Star Commander Ruger, this is Captain Taylor, and Doctor Major McPherson, this is the FSS Vixen, Federal Star Force”

      “Star Force come on the Federation, right it is a dinosaur, extinct for close to 75 years now, so who are you guys really?”

      Looking at the new comers, Commander Ruger noticed that all of the ladies were wearing some sort of uniform and light armor, and had heart shaped insignia or stripes, denoting officers and other ranks, and also there were no men whatsoever with their group.

      “Federation gone? Then who the heck are you, and where are the men?”

      “Huh, no men we are all Amazons, men are evil and must be purged” stated Kommandette Rice, as she motioned for her girls to pull their weapons.

      “You’re wacked, lady, too arms troops, computer seal this hatchway!”
      ACCESS HATCH CLOSED INITIATING SECURITY QUARENTINE

      “Hey you locked us in, in the name of the Empress open this door”

      “Look lady, tell your people to put away your weapons, what are those anyway, or the ship will get angry, open ports this deck train on intruders, hold but do not arm.”
      ROGER COMMANDER, WEAPONS LOCKED BUT NOT ARMED

      “Hey what the, what are those? Ok mister you win for now, girls drop your weapons”

      “That’s better ok now since obviously you don’t like men, Dr McPherson, here will be our spokesperson, she is the senior female amongst my group.”
      “Uh ok, Dr. are you don’t belong to the faith do you?, of course not, not serving under a man, so are you people really Federation, wow and this stuff still works?”

      “Most of it, as Commander Ruger mentioned, the Vixen is on minimum capability and if you would not mind we would like to leave this planet and reenter civilization, or what is left of it anyway if the Federation has truly fallen.”

      “Uh I know you can, and any other women, but the men will have to stay, or be our prisoner.”

      “I’m sorry but I don’t follow, your prisoner and why not me I am Star Force as well, where they go I go.”
      “Excuse me lady but Major McPherson is right, we all go freely or we stay here and wait until I give the command to open the door or die of lack of air whichever comes first.”
      COMMANDER DETECTING 40 MORE BEINGS APPROACHING THEY ARE IN THE CARGO AREA ORDERS.
      “Stand down computer, let’s meet the new group, I really want off this rock, we can transfer you to another ship. Open the hatch way but keep weapons trained”
      HATCH OPENING

      “Marilynn do you read over… this Jennifer come in Kommandette Rice…”

      “Hey you Marilynn? Someone is trying to talk with you, better answer her.”

      “Oh what, oh right” “Lady Jennifer this is Marilynn we have some guests, or should is say we are guests, however most of them are men, and not Corporate”
      “Uh I can see, nice turret aimed at your pretty toosh so what did you do piss off these nice folk.” Stated Lady Jennifer as she entered with about seven more uniformed women.
      “Hello I am Lady Jennifer Volkberg, regent of the expedition to Alexis, and you are?”

      “I am Star Commander Jason Ruger, this is Star Captain Christian Taylor, and Doctor Major Stephanie McPherson, we are the senior survivors of the crew and passengers of the Federal Star Ship Vixen, and if you can talk some sense into your subordinate, Myself and those under my command would really like to get off this planet and back to Mars or New California.”

      “I’m sorry Commander, but I can’t take you to either of those places, as they are not under the Empire, however I can take you to Chronos and from there you can take a ship to Avonia and maybe find passage to non Imperial space., how many of you are there?”

      “Uh we have 20 personnel presently revived and another 1500 or so in cryogenic sleep, I was about to revive them when Marilynn came in.”

      “That’s Kommandette Rice to you mister!”
      “Easy Marilynn, be nice, Commander Ruger did you say 1500 plus 20?”

      “Yes uh, Ma’am and if you take us off, any equipment outside personal baggage is yours for the taking.”

      “I see and what items of value do you have?”

      “Well if I read the situation correctly you are at war with something called the Corporation, whoever they are, and well this is a Fleet Assault Carrier, and although we have had many casualties, during the battle and the crash, and trying to cope with the planet, I have enough equipment for two Fighter squadrons, and the 12th Armor Regiment, which was my command, not this ship.”

      “Armor what’s that?. What is a regiment is the equal to a Equation or Chapter?”

      “I am not following, but 1000 troops, 300 are infantry, one battalion, 100 are support personnel, 100 are combat support such as engineers, and the rest are vehicle crews, about 150 grizzly tanks, another 30 Raccoon transports, 20 Falcon Skimmers and several UCV’s er trucks.”

      “You have 150 grizzly tanks here? Commander you got yourself a deal!”
      “Uh your Ladyship, don’t you think you are being rash, what will her Highness think?”
      “I will deal with her, now uh Commander do you think your female personnel not mind fighting against MCL, we could really use the help.”

      “MCL? Is that the corporation, those pricks, sold us some sorry ass shit, I would be glad to help, and so would all of us, we lost many friends and loved ones due to those greedy bastards selling the Star Force short, luckily the Vixen was an Athena Arms and Golliath Kriegworks collaboration, or we would have met the same fate as the rest of the group.”

      “Uh your women are welcome to join our ranks, but I am afraid you gentlemen are not welcome or needed, all we need is for your girls to show us how to use the equipment.”

      “Eh, well the problem is most of the combat troops are men, and well if you are going to be snooty, we can take you by force and your ship if necessary.”

      “You wouldn’t dare, we women are superior and you must know you place!”
      “Shut up Marilynn, I am sure we can come to an arrangement, Commander you seem like a reasonable being, welcome to the Empire.”

    • January 16, 2005 12:24 AM GMT
    • Hi julie
      Hope your well.

      The rest is going to be wrote by other members.
      Julie if you fancy a piece of the action then please come post in herehttp://gendersociety.com/[...]082594&

      It would be an honour to have a contrbution from your good self.

      Mandy xx

    • January 15, 2005 1:52 PM GMT
    • Wicked Mando, when do we get to hear how it went?......hugz Julie xx

    • January 15, 2005 12:00 PM GMT
    • Well heres the story.
      Can i first say its an adaptation of a story i read a while back.
      So if it seems familer then thats why. I have changed many pieces of it and it is wrote in my own words as i see the story.
      However i thought it would make a good start to our little venture



      "Im not going to dress as a girl just so you can convince your
      parents your not gay and have a Girlfreind and thats my last word.
      Why dont you ask one of your female friends to help you out?"

      " You know i cant do that. All the girls I know are nice but i wouldnt trust them.
      Also when i wrote home i told my parents my girlfriend was about my height
      with a full figure.
      All the girls i know are skinny."

      I thought "Yes he is right. We only know small shaped girls"
      "But why me" I said. "Even if i am friends with you im not gay.
      I know I have had a few moments when we have been out but
      that dont mean nothing."

      Dave, In his most pleading voice said "You are the only one i can trust with this.
      If my dad found out his only son was a homosexual it would kill him.
      I love my parents good or bad and i just want him to be happy for his last few years
      Tell you what if you do it for me i will give you A Thousand Pounds just for the one day"


      I thought, A thousand pounds for one days acting i think i could manage that
      and it would help me pay the rent on my flat for quite some time.
      I said "Ok I cant refuse with that sort of cash in the offering but
      how am i going to look like a girl? Im not the most femine looking of guys
      and what if your family finds out? I think we would both be in for a world of trouble."



      Dave says, " I know this guy lives on the other side of the town. John his name is.
      Some people think hes weird because he use be alledgedly involved in strange magic and stuff.
      Its all rumours and ive never seen him perform any weird rituals.
      but hes brill with disguises has his own shop which sells that sort of stuff.
      Kinda fancy dress with a diffrence."

      "Im still not sure" I said.
      Dave replied " Look if you dont think you look the part after you have seen my friend you can pull out and i will still give you Five Hundred pounds just for trying"
      "Ok then ill try" well for even that sort of money i cant not at least give it a go."
      "We better get going then only have a while to get ready"
      I must admit i was strangley convinced now.
      Even if i didnt look like a girl i would still be a little richer.


      We drove across town to johns place.
      It was down an small alley between to shops.
      There was a faded yellow sign above the door which said, Master of disguise and illusion.
      I thought, He is going to have to be a master to pull this off.

      As we entered a Small man was behind a counter glancing threw
      a rather large old looking book looked up. He says
      " Hi Dave i havent seen you in a while. How are you?"
      He comes from behind the counter and gives dave a hug
      while looking me up and down.
      "What can i do for you then Dave?"
      Dave tells the story about how im to be his girlfriend for the day
      and how i need to look very convincing.

      John looks me up and down for a while then he turns to dave and says.
      "I reckon we can do something very special for you dave"
      He points to another door behind a partialy closed curtain.
      "go threw there." He says to me.
      With that dave says "I have to go and get myself ready.
      ill come back in a few hours to pick you up."

      With that i walk threw the doorway with John close behind.
      " Go behind the blind and strip down" He says.
      "Why"I say Still a little abrehensive about this man
      "Because i have to change you into a woman.
      I have a lot of work to do but you can keep your underwear on for the moment."

      I walk behind the blind and begin to take off my clothes still thinking ,
      What the hell have i gotten myself into.



      A while later im sitting in this rather daunting chair.
      Which kinda reminded me of being at the dentist.
      John comes in and starts to spread this rather strange looking cream
      Over my face and body.
      It had a rather strange smell.
      While this was happening john was humming a tune which i didnt know.
      But then again i didnt follow popular music so maybe top of the charts
      and i wouldnt know about it.

      After he finished he pointed towalds an old shower.
      He said "Now go and wash it off. you will find that your body hair will come off to.
      But dont be alarmed you will feel very diffrent when you step out it will also lighten you skin a little.
      When you come out then the real work begins."

      While im in the shower i can just see John in and out of the room fetching and carring things from all parts of the shop. Then suddenly i stop and peer down at my body. OH MY GOD my hair has gone down the plug hole and yes my skin feels so diffrent.
      Dave owes me big for this one.


      I eventually come out with a towel wrapped around me.
      John takes a look and says "Ahh now we have a clear canvas to create a masterpiece"
      Never thought of myself quite like that before.
      But ok i had come this far so let him do his stuff.

      I lay back in the chair.
      John comes over with 2 false breasts and says
      "These are the best you can get. They feel and look just like the real thing."
      He takes out some glue which for some reason smells
      just like the stuff he had been spreding earlier over me smears some across my chest and plants the breast firmly on top of it.
      he holds them there for a minute or two then says
      " You can see now you may notice that they feel heavy but you will get use to it"
      Yes i did notice the extra weight. In fact quite a lot of weight.

      John now says "Stand up" with that he pulls out a rather stern looking corset.
      "this will give you more of a ladeylike figure. Let me put it round you and strap it tight.
      It will make a big diffrence but you will get use to it"
      It feels very tight. In fact so tight i have trouble brething for a moment.
      "There you are" he says. "You can sit back down now."


      "Now one last piece of this is needed to complete your body transfomation"
      He opens a box and to my surprise in his hands he holds a false Vigina.
      Shit, I think to myself. What is going on here.
      I wasnt scared but at the same time was very worried
      about how diffrent this was going to be for me.
      He says " Now slip this Down there.
      You have to put your male parts into that little sheath looking piece running along the side"
      I fumbled about with it until i eventually got it to fit.
      He gave me some more of his glue and said " make sure you put plenty around the top of it then hold it in place for a couple of minutes while i go and get some other things"

      He left me and i did what he said.
      A ver strange feeling kind of took me over at the moment.
      As if my manhood had been drained and all that was left was the woman inside.

      Ater about five minutes he came back in and said
      "now sit back and let it all dry while i do the rest of you"
      To which i did. that chair now seemed very comfy and even if all this was happening around me i felt myself going to sleep.
      I hadnt closed my eyes for what seemed very long
      when all of a sudden i felt John shaking me.
      Wake up, Wake up. Thats most of it done now you havent much time left and i still have to do you clothes for your trip with Dave.
      "Open your mouth" Said john. I opened it and he sprayed something inside. It tasted horrible But he said " Dont worry it will change your voice so you dont have to attempt to try to talk funny just talk normal and it will sound diffrent but more femmine.
      With that I got up. I felt very light headed but it soon passed.
      My hair was longer now to. It was blonde and flowed down past my shoulders.
      John had brought in some underwear which was all very lacy and looked quite nice.
      "Im more use to boxers But ill give it a go." I lighthearted remarked.
      John looked at me and said with a smile on his face " If ive done it properly you will be wearing these more often"
      I thought strange but then again it was said in jest so i thought no more.

      I put the underwear on. John helped me to do the clips at the back of the bra.
      They seemed to fit very well around my breast forms. It was quite funy having a cleverage and looking down to see them sitting there.

      "Now what shall you wear?" remarked john.
      "For where your supposedly meeting your boyfriends family for the first time.
      Something a little conservative but with a little bit of provactiveness.
      I know just the things"

      He got me a very pretty dress from off a clothes rail in the corner.
      It had straps which sat on my shoulders which felt quite strange with my new hair
      and at the bottom was just above the knee. It was in a pale pink colour.
      "There you are"said john "Now what about shoes? If you not use to heels then better wear something a little flat."
      He got out these rather nice white strappy sandals which he help me to put on and done up the buckles for me.
      I was overwhelmed by now and really wanted to see myself. John must have read my thoughts and open a curtain to reveal a large full length mirror.
      "Have a look" he said " i dont think ive done a bad job of this"
      I couldnt wait. I turned around and looked in the mirror.
      I could not belive what this man had done.
      No longer was a I standing there looking back at me but a beautifull girl.
      I was just so shocked "WOW" i exclaimed.
      And that was about all i could say because that was my next shock. My voice it sounded so diffrent no longer was a italking from deep down in my chest but more above it. Much more. I sounded so diffrent.
      Next thing i knew was dave coming threw the door.
      He paused. Looked at me. I dont think he could belive what he saw.
      "Is that really you" he said "Yes its me. What do you think?" i replied.
      He looked at John and said "How on earth did you do it and the voice to"
      John grinned and said "Well you know me.
      With a my normal flare and a little magic"
      "We have to go or we will be late."
      John Sported"One thing i didnt mention. That transformation will last for about 3 weeks"
      "WHAT?" I said
      "Yes sorry all the work i have done unfortuntly lasts for a while. Well about 3 weeks"
      " Your mean i have to stay like this for 3 weeks? Shit i didnt know that" I blurted out.
      Dave exclaimed " Well think about the money".
      "Its not the money" I said. "What am i going to do for 3 weeks?"
      Dave said "look i got you into this ill make sure your ok for the time"
      Before i could say anything else he grabed me by the hand and led me outside to the car.
      As he put me inside he quicly run back into johns shop.
      I assumed to thank him for what he had done
      He came out and we was on our way to meet the parents.
      I managed to get Dave to stop along the way just so i could get use to walking in the new shoes i had been given and also to practise my walk which i had never even tried to do other than at some fancy dress party i went to once where i went as a drag queen. But that was just very much to extravigant. I had to calm it down slighty.
      When i was happy we got going again.
      I thought about it on the way and relised It may be a bit scary but it would be fun to keep this look for a while. In fact a bit of an adventure.

    • January 11, 2005 1:27 PM GMT

    • Paul was in trouble again at school, he had been teasing the 2 girls again, sally and Emma who lived 2 hoses up on the same street as Paul, and as per usual he was commenting that girls were just about useful as slaves or as sex toys for real men. Paul was summoned to the headmistress’s office. (Head) Paul I have had enough of you getting in to trouble not as if your grade could get any worse and on your 2nd day in to the new term. Well i've had enough I have called you mother to come and take you home you are suspended until you change your attitude.

      Well your mother is here, (mom) Paul get over here!! What have you been up to, (head mistress)(hm) he has been teasing the girls again.(mom) oh has he well Paul I warned you before now say sorry, No!! Right we are going home get into the car now!

      On the trip home Mom was quiet (Paul thinks normally mom will be screaming my head off) the silence was unnerving, 30 minutes later they were home. Paul got out of the car and went in to his room.

      5 minutes later mom came into his room and said I have had it with your behaviour stay up her until I have had time to consider what to do with you.

      Note Paul’s mom is a trained hypnotist and psychiatrist.

      Paul Get down here! Here is your dinner eat it all. Then we need to talk.
      Paul was enjoying his dinner (it tasted strange) bang Paul was KOed. Mom called her friend to come over. (Knock Knock) hi Jenny can you give me a hand, they took Paul to his Room, Mom well let me give him his new Music disk. Ah head phones to. Jenny what you doing well you know Paul has been upsetting your girls well its time he found what it feels like...

      Mom asked if jenny could get the girls to help out jenny said the girls will only be too happy to help and get some payback, (mom) I have to get something from my office can you wait and watch him for me.

      15 minutes later she was back from the office with what looked like a DR’s medical bag, mom went up stairs and said to jenny ill just give him a few sedatives and ahem vitamins. Jenny Vitamins Mom Well ok Hormones.

      Paul was unaware what waited for him. During his sleep he had been programmed with a grooming routine and a keyword so he will be more co-operative.

      Day 2


      Paul woke up with a start must have fell asleep with stereo on, what time is it oh 8am, well ill have a bath and get some clean clothes on.

      Paul went into the bathroom and ran his bath mmm think ill use some of mom’s bubble bath she won’t mind.

      Paul got into the bath then soaked for a while then began (unconsciously) removing his body hair with a razor.

      Knock you alright sweetie said mom yes mom, are you decent nearly mom, I’ve put your clean clothes in your room, ok mom. 5 minutes later Paul was drying of and thought well that’s better. Paul went to his room and got changed. (No not yet readers not girly clothes).

      Well mom was on the phone calling jenny to come over with the girls and could they bring their old clothes. Paul was thinking oh not another jumble sale; Paul went into the kitchen and started to make breakfast for mom and himself. (First time for him in kitchen Not the Last)

      Paul sat down and ate his breakfast with mom, Mom said to Paul why Thank you for breakfast. Well Paul time for you medicine, Paul said what medicine Mom said good medicine Paul froze unable to move or say anything.
      What’s happening he thought to him self Mom was going to take Paul on a trip to the office?

      Knock Knock oh hi jenny just giving Paul his shots, Paul was horrified but stuck Paul was given a strong sedative not to make him sleep jus to make him sluggish and weak. Oh hello girls oh I see you have brought them then, well take them up to Pauls room and throw hi old clothes into the trash.

      We will be away for a few days jenny will help you to redecorate Paul’s room for him I am sure he will be pleased.

      Paul was taken to the car and was taken to moms workplace.
      Whilst away the girls got to work…..



      Day 2 Continued

      Mom pulled in at the office and sent jenny to get a wheelchair, they wheeled Paul into the operating theatre, there was 2 nurses waiting in the theatre Mom aid lets get Paul prepared nurse anaesthetic, Paul was still stupefied by the sedatives but not any more he was out cold in 6 seconds.

      Ok jenny I will call you when we are ready to come back, jenny went back to help the girls with Paul's room, nurse shave his private parts please while I get scrubbed up,
      Mom got ready while Paul was given a close shave, next mom got the breast implant ready and called in dr Whitmore who was already in on the plan as a favour for Paul’s mom, ok lets start. The doctor open paul’s breasts and installed the implants 40 double C after 1 hour he had finished the implants now said the Doctor now for the prosthetic vagina I will install a catheter so if he ejaculates it will go back into the urinal tract only a little will come out making it look like a female orgasm, he will also be able to pass water sitting down and have intercourse as a woman with the tube I installed, Nurse pass me the course of injections I prepared earlier.

      Ok this one will prevent him getting a hard on by causing pain in the scrotum, he will learn excitement in that area causes pain, next this injection will raise his voice so he will be with a more feminine voice, no for the reshaping I will reshape the hips and thighs to be more feminine, after about 4 hours the doctor had done his work, well she looks fine. Nurses take her to recovery but restrain her to the bed.

      Mom did Paul’s hair by using medical glue and real human hair wig, which was a nice blond colour mom, said oh she is so sweet, right transfer her to the private ward nurse please. Paul woke up and tried to move but was unable to move, ah said mom your back with us, now listen up you little s*** I have made some changes and if you want to ever go back you had better do as I say! Paul tried to speak suddenly he thought that’s not my voice what the f***. Mom said shut up and listen your name is Wendy my young miss. As mom to Wendy what she had done Wendy began to cry. Mom said no point in crying what’s done is done if you do as you are told maybe you will be allowed to change back. Now I have some more music for you. Mom put on the music for Wendy; Wendy then slowly went to sleep.

      Phase 2 the new you

      When Wendy woke up she was freed from the restraints no need because of the new subliminal disks, mom was ready she said to wend how are you baby, click Wendy said mommy I want to go home I miss my dolls. Oh my poor little girl soon we will go home SOON.

      The programming was working along with a cocktail of psychotropic drugs.


      Day 3


      Wendy woke up not feeling as sore and admired her ample breasts, mom came in and said well Wendy we can go home tomorrow how are you feeling, I need to wee mom, ok nurse take Wendy to the ladies room, when Wendy got back mom had some beauty products ready for her new little girl.

      Later that night after more reprogramming and response tests mom was content that Wendy was almost past the first stage, and the called jenny to pick them up in the morning, mom asked Wendy if she wanted any thing bringing down. Yes please mom can I have my pink party dress. Mom thought good the programme is going fine so far, ok sweetie aunt jenny will bring it for you now be a good girl and take your medication. Yes mummy.

      Day 4 The Surprise



      When Jenny arrived to pick them up she saw Wendy and smiled and said what a pretty girl, Wendy said thank you then took the dress and thanked jenny again.
      Wendy was helped by the nurse to get dressed she put on her pink lace panties and bra then put on her dress which went down to her knees then she put on the pink lace trim socks and matching flat shoes. The went back to mum. Then mum (mom) helped put a light makeup on for Wendy then nail polish the did Wendy’s hair with matching pink bows.

      Well said mum let’s say goodbye to the nurses Wendy say thank you. While Wendy was away mom asked jenny if every thing was ready at home, jenny replied oh yes all ready, good the girls, yes they will play the part well in Wendy’s second stages.

      WENDY! Let’s go now, ok mum said Wendy, Wendy sit in the wheel chair when Wendy sat down mom said a keyword wend was sleeping, the key word was ironically Paul.

      When Wendy got home she woke up in her bedroom and began to cry.
      Mum came running up what’s wrong, my room mum its great thank you, mum said you will have to thank aunt jenny and the girls, yes mum, the room was done up with Barbie wallpaper and matching pink carpet quilt and curtains, the dressing table had a large makeup mirror, also Wendy’s dolls were all around the room, Wendy got up and went for a bath.


      To be continued Soon



    • December 18, 2004 12:37 AM GMT
    • I think its such a shame when storys never get finished especially when they are as good as this one.

      Oh well guess we will never know if she had the op or not

    • December 4, 2004 10:20 PM GMT
    • I think writing a book and it being published would be great...but I cant wait to see the movie version ...lol

    • December 4, 2004 10:19 PM GMT
    • As I dream of some day being a book writer I submit one of my favorite fantasy stories in a shortened version...see what you think...

      In the year is 2008, the world has just started recovering from years of war and a total collapse of all governments. As a new world government is being formed one of their first major concerns is a disease that has spread unchecked worldwide over the years. The disease which affects women and their ability to have children has infected the entire female population. As the new world government searches for a cure to this disease a secretly formed group of scientists are formed to create "new women" from the population. These "new women" will be created using healthily males which either have the desire to become a woman or have genetic traits which make them desirable candidates. We have the technology to create female sex organs which can then be surgically added to the human body. At first this was hoped to help the women who had become infected with the disease that made them unable to have children. However, the body once infected, would also have the same effects on the new organs. So the organs will be used to create the "new women" from the male population. Males from all around the world were gathered up and brought to a secret lab which had two functions, 1. The secret training and transformation of males into "new women" 2. The ability to keep the "new women" in a clean non-infectious environment for breeding purposes.

      The males that arrive at the complex are brought into the reception area where they remove all male clothing and then step into the first containment area where they are washed down with a special solution which removes all partials of the outside world and any possible traces of disease. The males then walk through a scanning room which would detect any traces of the disease. Into the next room the "new women" males are given their first allotment of clothing. From this day forth they are only allowed to wear women’s clothing. Into the next room they are given their first of many injections which will aid the scientists to prepare the males in becoming "new women". The injections are advanced estrogen compounds which upon being injected begin a process of reversing male features and bring about female characteristics. This is necessary so that males that are later brought into the compound for mating will find the "new women" desirable and attractive mates. The "new women" males are then fitted for a training collar which aids in the highly demanding and disciplined training. The collar which looks much like an attractive choker is an electro shock collar. This can inflict a convincing shock to an offender of rules or to get your attention when being instructed.

      The "new women" males are then assigned quarters where they will live together in a dorm. They learn that every day they are expected to attend feminization training which is conducted by women who have been selected to train the "new women" and prepare them for mating. The women instructor/trainers can not come in contact with the "new women" but monitor their every movement with the use of cameras and are always watchful and always instructing their every movement. The "new women" males soon learn that there is no where they can go without being seen and instructed by the instructor/trainers. Always reminded to sit when they need to pee, walk a certain way, talk a certain way and there is always a shock from the shock collar before being instructed. The "new women" males could see results of the injections they were taking the very next day as body hair would be on their beds, many noticed pain in their breasts and crotch. Many noticed that their balls had shrinkage to the size of a pea. They all talked to one another as they stood in line for their injections, noticing how each of them already looked different. The training and instructing continued until on the 4th day all of the "new women" males which by now were nearly transformed by the injections were then prepared for their surgeries the next day. Female organs that were created in the lab by using the "new women" males DNA for perfect matching to the "new women". A new set of injections were given to the "new women" males which would make them rest comfortably and basically have them in a suspended state during their operations and days after the surgeries.

      The next day, all of the "new women" males were brought into the operation complex where the operations were performed by robotic arms programmed for the exacting procedures. A total replacement of the sternum, alteration of the ribs and removal of male sex organs all of which too place at the same time with the first 100 "new women" males. The last procedure of the robots was to add the female organs attaching the organs so that everything would be where it was as if they had been born that way. Within only minutes the first 100 "new women" are wheeled out the operation complex to the "new women" beautification complex. This is where the "new women" are to further enhance and made attractive to insure successful mating. Advanced hair growth machines are used to stimulate hair follicles and produce desired hair length for each "new woman". Breast enlargements were conducted, ear piercing was conducted and some received special body piercing, nipples, belly button, etc. This would give an attractive selection to the males that would soon arrive at the complex for mating purposes.

      The "new women" were then moved to their new home which was the mating dorm, a very comfortable living complex which surrounded a group of buildings which was the mate introduction area. The mate introduction area was basically bars and clubs where the "new women" would go to be selected for mating by the best males selected from society. Once a "new woman" had found her mate or was selected by a male she and her prospective mate would return to the mating dorm, if the "new woman" found the male to be desirable they would be together for at least two months or until the "new woman" was pregnant. This would give them a comfortable and relaxed time frame in which to mate. Once the "new woman" was pregnant the male would say his goodbyes to his pregnant mate and then he would be released from the compound to rejoin society. The "new women" who were pregnant would be moved to another complex that would give them a comfortable and relaxed place which would monitor and prepare them for child birth. This area was known as the savior living quarters. These women were revered as the saviors of the human race. They are treated with specialized care and given the best of comforts. While there, they could opt to return to the male introduction area to select a male just for recreational sex. If a male agreed to recreational sex, this male would return with the "new woman" to the savior living quarters where she could allow him to stay for only one day. Then he would have to either return to the mate introduction area to find a "new woman" to mate with or he could select another pregnant "new woman" to have recreational sex with. The males however, where only allowed to stay at the complex for one week if they had not mated. They could again later apply to return however, there was a long list of males willing to participate so it was advisable to the males to make sure they mate when the have the chance to.

      Pregnant "new women" that were past 6 months of pregnancy were no longer allowed to return to the mate introduction area. Instead, they could enjoy being satisfied by a machine in their dorm room which was mounted on the ceiling above their bed. She could lie on her bed and select her method of being satisfied, vaginal penetration, oral penetration, anal penetration, vibration or all combined. There were also the options of adding suction devices to the "new women’s" breasts or just to the nipples which most enjoy a lot. This machine was only available to the "new women" who were living in the savior living quarters. This was something that would hopefully encourage the "new women" and give them something to look forward to when being mated.

      For "new women" who had been mated with but failed to become pregnant, the male and the "new woman" would undergo tests to find where a problem may be. If possible and in many situations the problem would be corrected and the couple would return to the mating dorm for another two months of mating. If it was found the a "new woman" was turning down mates or was avoiding vaginal penetration she would be punished with the shocks from the collar and then held in a detainment area for forced mating. Once a "new woman" was detained a detachment of security personnel would go into the mate introduction area and select males to return with them to the detainment area. Once arriving at the detainment area the 6 selected males would be introduced to the prisoner which was bent over a padded table with her legs and hands shackled. The 6 males were then instructed to vaginally penetrate her. Each of them would take their turn mating with her. Then if the liked, they could wait until the 6th male had mated with her as they could then penetrate her again any way they wanted. Once all of the males had their way with her they were free to return to the mate introduction area. The "new woman" prisoner would then be taken back to her dorm room and detained there. If pregnancy still did not occur. She would then be artificially inseminated. For any "new woman" that could not become pregnant due to a flaw that could not be corrected, she would be released back into society to take up her life as a woman on the outside. She would be honored as a "new woman" and given special treatment for the rest of her life. For "new women" who had given birth to 6 or more children, they could continue mating or they could either retire and rejoin society and take their place in world government and be honored as one the saviors of the human race or they could continue their work inside the complex where they could become instructor/trainers to "new women" males entering the complex. This has its own benefits as "new women" who decide to stay and work at the complex, they are allowed to use birth control, visit the mate introduction area and select a mate for recreational sex, or they can visit the Savior Living Quarters and take a room for a while to use the sex machine. These women however never come in contact with other women from the outside and they can not leave the complex. Once a "new woman" leaves the complex and returns to society, she can return to work as other women do as instructor/trainers but they lose the privileges that those who continue to stay inside the complex.

      Those "new women" who on purposely avoid mating successfully i.e., avoid mates, convince mates to only perform oral or anal during their two months together or are using an illegal birth control or only allow vaginal penetration during their periods will be strictly punished. Upon being found guilty of a second offence of tampering with the complex mating program. The "new woman" will be sent to the brothel. Punishment at the brothel will commence until she has given birth to at least 8 children. Punishment at the brothel is administered by males who come from the mate introduction area that would like recreational sex with many women. Males will be able to enter into rooms where "new women" prisoners are held by shackles. Males may force themselves onto the prisoners in groups if the so desire. They may also have the "new woman" prisoner taken to a more private but locked room where she is free from the shackles so the males can chase her down and have their way with her. No other harm is allowed to be done to her other then holding her and forced penetration. She is not allowed to harm the males in any way either. Once the "new woman" prisoner has fulfilled her mating obligation she is then released from the complex to rejoin society without any special honors or recognition for her services.

      They are taking applications for the next volunteers for the "New Woman" program...sign up today and do your part for the human race. New Woman complex is an equal opportunity instruction/training facility. You must be a male over the age of 18 and sign a statement of release stating that you agree to be physically and mentally altered for the purpose of continuing the survival of the human race.


    • September 3, 2004 7:16 PM BST
    • Girlfriend, I wouldn't go anywhere without my 4 inch heels!

      How COULD
      you!!???

    • August 10, 2004 5:01 AM BST
    • Gonna be me

      All my childhood
      That longing so odd
      Talking to God
      Please wake me up
      As myself, a girl

      You made me me
      Why just halfway
      I wish to be
      Myself, the me

      I´m almost there
      Sure took a while
      Yet gonna be
      Myself, the whole

      I don´t care
      What lies behind
      This day is fine
      And evry morning
      Stays forever mine

      Laura

    • May 8, 2004 1:51 PM BST
    • thanks for the hint sue, i'll take a look now... lol maria xxx

    • May 8, 2004 12:27 PM BST
    • Fictionmania is a nice one to visit that's true with different keywords leading you to the stories u want. I visit it almost every week.

    • October 6, 2002 9:37 AM BST
    • I endorse Sue's recommendation but I also use Crystal's Story Site

      http://www.storysite.org/homepage.html

      Although many of the same stories show up on both sites there are a number which appear only on one.

      However Crystals seems to be having a server problem at the moment and I have found a message that says they are being stormed. It's certainly worth a visit when normal service is resumed.

      Best wishes

      Sarah

    • January 8, 2004 10:09 PM GMT
    • Hi Rachel,
      I like the story. I've read it before and you mentioned you found it somewhere. I'm not sure but I think it might have been on a site that required payment for the full story. If I'm wrong I apologize but we wouldn't want to open Katie up to copyright lawsuits.

    • June 13, 2003 7:21 PM BST
    • Steve was a young football hooligan from a children's home. But when he went to live with Jill, a childless widow, it all changed and Steve was to be transformed into a beautiful girl called Samantha...

      ÊÊJill Withers lived in a secluded house off the main New Forest Road. She was a professional writer in her early forties, who was still attractive but had lived alone since her husband died five years earlier. Sometimes she felt depressed, lonely and less than a woman because she had no children, but the outside world saw only her brave smile.

      ÊÊShe helped fill the void by fostering problem children from time to time - she had a good record of success, and it brought in a little extra money too.

      ÊÊThe phone rang: "Hello, Jill?" said a voice that she recognised as that of Jeffrey Griffin, a local social worker.

      ÊÊ"I've got a case for you, if you're interested. Young tearaway, sixteen, called Steve Bell. He's at the orphanage, but they're on the point of throwing him out. Went to court today for football violence and got a £200 fine. Looks like a cherub, but he's a proper little hooligan."

      ÊÊ"Any offences against women?" asked Jill. "I don't want a rapist on my hands."

      ÊÊ"Nothing like that - all for football. I can't make up my mind whether they're acts of frustrated anger or misplaced loyalty. You can look at the case file when you come to my office."

      ÊÊJeffrey came out to greet her as she arrived, ushered her in and gave her Steve's case file. "Steve Bell, aged 16, nationality British" Jill read as she opened the file. The facts were bleak. Steve was quite an expert football hooligan, had recieved several fines and was presently on probation.

      ÊÊ"Makes unhappy reading" she said to Jeffrey.

      ÊÊ"If he's nicked again, they'll send him down. They're running out of time and patience. The strange thing is there's a different side to him that few people see. A quiet, sensitive boy, a very frightened boy. I just can't get to the bottom of him, Jill. There's something hidden inside of him that he's afraid to show the world, something he's ashamed of."
      Jill always insisted on meeting a client alone. When Steve Bell arrived she was surprised - he was slender and about 5 feet 4 inches tall. He wasn't just handsome; if he had been a girl he would have been beautiful - what a waste of such looks!!

      ÊÊ"Sit down Steve," said Jill, holding up the file. "Are you really the perpetrator of all this?"

      ÊÊSteve looked sheepish. "Yes Ma'am"

      ÊÊ"My name is Jill, not Ma'am," she said. "Steve, you realise that next time, the people with power are going to lock you away?"

      ÊÊ"I guess so."

      ÊÊJill sensed his embarrassment. "Doesn't it matter?"

      ÊÊ"Not really. I've no job and no home. Who'd care?" he shrugged.


      ÊÊ"Then you're finished, aren't you? I mean, if you've no hope then your life is all but over."

      ÊÊSteve simply sighed.

      ÊÊ"Steve, given the chance, your life could be different."

      ÊÊHe looked at her curiously. "How?"

      ÊÊ"You'll stay with me and work for me. If you don't like me or I don't like you then we go our own sweet ways and you're on your own."

      ÊÊ"What would I have to do?"

      ÊÊ"Not a lot. Housework, some gardening and a few chores. You'll be paid."

      ÊÊHe looked at her carefully. "And what do you get out of it?"

      ÊÊ"Enough money to cover your board - and satisfaction if you make the grade."

      ÊÊ"Satisfaction, that's a joke."

      ÊÊJill could see Steve's need to believe but he was still suspicious. Jill threw the file down on the desk. "In 2 minutes I walk out of this room, with or without your answer. I could be your last chance, Steve. One day, you could have a fight and someone could be killed. Is that what has to happen so you can earn a manly reputation?"

      ÊÊJill pushed her chair back and made to walk out. "I'll come." he said quietly.
      ÊSteve arrived at the house two days later, and was impressed by the size of the property. Jill met him at the door and smiled, then showed him into the lounge where there was a sense of calm and tranquillity. It was as if a load was being lifted from his shoulders.

      ÊÊJill studied her new lodger; he seemed somehow even more beautiful and vulnerable than before. There was a look of longing, pain and sadness in his eyes that made her want to grab him and hug him like a mother.

      ÊÊJill was amazed at Steve's ability to amuse himself. Within days of his arrival he became a different person. He was full of thoughtful acts and was surprisingly sensitive, yet Jill still felt that he was holding something back from her. In most things, Steve was quite forward, but something was obviously bothering him.

      ÊÊOne morning Jill was driving towards town when she remembered she'd forgotten her bank ATM card. She swore under her breath and turned back. As she climbed out of the car she could hear Steve's record player. Well, she thought, there was no need to disturb him, she would go straight to her room, find her card and go back to the shops.

      ÊÊShe opened the door and then stood rigid with shock. There was Steve, dressed as she had left him, except that he was wearing her high heeled shoes. A large pink bow tied his fairly long hair into a pony tail. He turned round and she immediately saw that his face was made-up like a beautiful girl's. She felt breathless as she made her way to the bed and sat down.

      ÊÊSteve looked at her open mouthed. As Jill gained her composure she realised he was afraid. This was obviously what Steve had been holding from her all this time. Little by little over the weeks he had been opening up like a beautiful flower, dropping little hints that she should have recognised.

      ÊÊ"I think you'd better put some coffee on" she said with a sigh.

      ÊÊ"I'll clean this off," mumbled Steve.

      ÊÊ"No, go just the way you are. I'll meet you in the lounge."

      ÊÊ"Are you going to tell Griffin?" Steve asked nervously.


      ÊÊ"I'm not doing anything until we've talked." She watched him leave the room, amused by the way his high heels made his bottom wiggle, just like a girl's.

      ÊÊJill made her way downstairs after recovering from her intial surpsrise. Steve came into the lounge, taking dainty little steps because of the heels on his shoes and carefully balancing the tray of coffee. Jill was amazed at how a little make-up had changed him so completely. What would happen, she wondered, if he wore a dress? How had she missed it all before? She was usually proud of her woman's intuition, but this time it had let her down.

      ÊÊ"Well?" she asked, trying to sound relaxed. "Are you going to tell me everything?". Steve took a deep breath and fell silent. "I don't think I can." he finally said.

      ÊÊ"Steve, you have to. If you don't, I've no option but to refer you back to Jeffrey Griffin. More importantly, for your own sake you have to unburden your soul. Trust me, give me a chance to help you."
      Steve sighed and started slowly: "Ever since I was a small child, life has been hard for me. When my mum remarried, my step-dad thought the world of my sister, but me, I was an obstacle. How I envied my sister. How I wished I could be a girl like her, and receive the same care and attention she got. My step-dad made Mum send me off to a home, and she tried to convince herself I'd be better off there. At first she came to see me, but eventually the visits stopped. There were no presents, no cards at Christmas or birthdays.

      ÊÊ"I was teased about my looks. I was ribbed for caring about people, about things. That was okay for girls, but not boys. I thought: If this was the case, why wasn't I a girl? I felt confused, I envied girls, their freedom of emotion, of speech.

      ÊÊ"Nobody had time for me or the person inside, so gradually I built a different image, one that was more macho. It got to the stage where nobody ribbed me because I'd punch them in the mouth. I ridiculed any show of concern or care in others, because it had been ridiculed in me. I wouldn't allow myself to see the beauty of the flowers in the field. I didn't dare, I couldn't, yet all the time I envied a pretty girl the clothes she could wear and the way she could live.

      ÊÊ"I'd love for a while to be a girl, or to be like one. To let all the barricades come down and see if this is really what I should be."

      ÊÊSteve paused for a second. His eyes were swollen and he shook with emotion. Jill was stunned by the intensity of Steve's words and those beautiful eyes, enhanced by mascara, reflecting his pain. He was like a starving child reaching for a piece of bread, and she wanted to soothe away his sobs.

      ÊÊ"I have this illusion of feminine purity and innocence," he went on. "When I was with my mates I didn't have to see or feel, I just had to be. It was acceptable for me to punch someone's head in but it wasn't acceptable for me to feel or dress like a girl. Believe me, it's not for any sexual reason or because I fancy boys or anything like that - it's a soul journey."

      ÊÊHe stopped, the tears now plainly visible in his eyes. "I'm mad, aren't I?"

      ÊÊ"No," whispered Jill. "Just betrayed by people, by society, by yourself."

      ÊÊShe opened her arms and held him to herself, like a mother does her child. Her body ached with the injustice of it all. This was probably the first time in his life he had confided his thoughts and feelings to anyone. How could she betray him to Jeffrey Griffin, however good a friend he was?

      ÊÊ"What will you tell Griffin?" asked Steve.

      ÊÊ"Nothing yet, not until we've got things sorted out." She managed to compose herself. "I'm going to town - I'll be a couple of hours or so."

      ÊÊJill spent nearly four hours in town. When she returned she was laden with parcels. "Could you give me a hand and take these upstairs?" she asked. Jill sighed as she put the parcels on the bed. She tried to be natural, but was nervous as she rummaged in her bags and came out with a high-legged teddy, all in royal blue silk with inch-wide lace trimming. There was a matching pair of panties and a bra.

      ÊÊ"I'll go and clear the rubbish area" said Steve. Jill smiled. He was obviously embarrassed, thinking he was unpacking her smalls.

      ÊÊ"No, Steve, don't go. These are for you." she said in what she hoped was a natural voice. Jill took out a white, sleeveless, polo-necked woollen top and a black skirt. Steve stood transfixed, suddenly afraid. "What if it was all a mistake, a fantasy?" he asked.

      ÊÊ"There's only one way to find out, isn't there Steve?" Jill said, throwing him a pack of designer tights. "Put on your bra and panties, then the tights, then the teddy. Roll the tights up your legs, don't pull. When you've done that, give me a call."

      ÊÊShe turned and left her bedroom. Steve felt nervous, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He wanted to put on the clothes but was afraid. Yet he also felt a strange excitement as he found himself divesting of his clothes. He could not believe how soft and sensuous the panties and bra felt. He filled the bra cups with tissues. The tights felt erotically electric, seductiveley gentle as he rolled them up his legs and into place. The teddy hid the filling of the bra cup and he felt sensuous, but more than that he felt feminine.

      ÊÊJill entered the room and smiled, "Suits you," she said.

      ÊÊAll hint of masculinity was now hidden, and with the padded bra, Steve's shape had become decidedley feminine. She handed him the slip and then helped him into the sleeveless jumper. Then she fastened the skirt around him and tightened the wide black leather belt. He pulled on the white shoes with their three-inch heels.

      ÊÊNext, Jill made him up, showing him how to apply foundation, blusher, eyeshadows, mascara, eyepencils and lipstick. She shaped his broken nails into some sort of feminine style before applying two coats of varnish. Despite Steve's half-hearted protests, she highlighted and permed his hair into a distinctly feminine style.

      ÊÊIt was when she lit a candle and began to heat a needle that Steve became concerned. Jill picked up a cork - "Sit still" she muttered.

      ÊÊShe put the cork behind the lobe of one of his ears and pierced it quickly, repeating the performance on his other ear. Steve yelped in pain and surprise, and ignoring his unlady-like curses, she put sleepers into his newly pierced ears.

      ÊÊFinally, she hung a choker necklace around Steve's neck and a large silver bracelet on each wrist. She took Steve's hand and led him to the mirror.

      ÊÊ"Is this really me?" he asked, his voice taking on a softer tone.

      ÊÊ"Yes, it's you. Steve, I'm going to put myself on the line for you. For one month you're going to be the girl you think you want to be. But remember, being a girl is fulltime, not just when you feel like it. The only way you will know whether your feelings are real is to live them out."
      ÊShe collected the make-up, the handbag and a trendy jacket. "Take these to your room."

      ÊÊSteve looked out of the window, it was already evening. He gently opened a carrier bag and pulled out a negligee with two pairs of matching knickers and a wrap. There were also two bras and further knickers.

      ÊÊJill made dinner and waited to hear footsteps on the stairs. She smiled as Steve minced almost daintily into the kitchen and sat at the table.

      ÊÊ"There are certain ways ladies sit, Steve, with their legs together or crossed. They also eat slowly, take smaller mouthfuls and chew in a more delicate fashion."

      ÊÊSteve blushed slightly, and all through the meal he found himself being corrected. After dinner they sat in the lounge, and Jill looked at Steve carefully.

      ÊÊ"Okay, these are the rules. I can't go on calling you Steve, so from now on you'll be Samantha. Tomorrow we'll go to town and choose some more clothes. When we return you'll spend an hour cleaning and doing chores."

      ÊÊJill looked at the pouting figure with 'her' arms laid delicately in 'her' lap and legs tightly crossed. It was hard to visualise that this 'girl' could possibly be Steve. "We'll try some dressmaking and typing, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. You are entering a female world. You may be beautiful but there's more to femininity than sitting pretty, if you decide you love this life you will need a job."

      ÊÊSteve finally spoke: "Jill, I'm scared..."

      ÊÊJill touched the hand that lay in Samantha's lap and squeezed it.

      ÊÊ"But isn't this what you wanted, Samantha? Learn to let your soul take over. Learn to feel and be yourself."

      ÊÊSamantha?? Well, it wasn't too bad. He would have to think of himself as that. He would look stupid telling someone his name was Steve dressed like this.


      ÊÊ"Thanks, Jill" he said.


      ÊÊJill smiled. "Go to bed, and sleep well. You have a big day tomorrow."
      Samantha awoke feeling the luxury of her satin negligee around her, the soft feminine comfort of her knickers. It was hard to believe that this was not some fantasy. She climbed out of bed and slid out of the negligee, letting it slide into a heap at her feet. She ran her hands through her hair and then put on her wrap and went to the bathroom.

      ÊÊJill was surprised to find that while Samantha's efforts at dressing and make-up were not expert, they were passable. On the journey to town she could feel Samantha go tense. She realised what an ordeal this would be for her. It was with some reluctance that Samantha climbed out of the car - she was rigid with fear. Gone was the boy full of bravado and fight, here was a rather innocent and insecure-looking girl.

      ÊÊ"You may find that boys and dirty old men give you lingering looks," Jill warned. "You either ignore them or give a look of contempt. Some eyes will undress you, thinking of the feminine charms that lie concealed. Female looks will vary between interest, jealousy or contempt."

      ÊÊSamantha stepped daintily alongside Jill, who smiled at the small, feminine steps. "You may be embarrassed at choosing girls things so if you don't show a preference I'll do it for you." said Jill.

      ÊÊ"What do I need?" whispered Samantha.

      ÊÊ"Two skirts, a couple of blouses, a casual dress, an evening dress, another pair of shoes, jewellery. Perhaps a suspender belt, stockings and tights. A handbag to match the dress."

      ÊÊTwo hours later everything had been chosen except the evening dress. Jill saw the one that would suit Samantha - it was electric blue taffeta with a tight bodice and could be worn strapless. The ruffles around the top of the bodice did a lot to hide the plunging neckline, and the long shapely skirt would ensure that Samantha's steps remained short and dainty."You must try it on, Samantha" said Jill.

      ÊÊThe assistant turned to Jill. "Your daughter?" she asked. "No." replied Jill.

      ÊÊ"A most beautiful girl. Is she in the modelling business by any chance?"

      ÊÊ"No, she's training to be a secretary" replied Jill with a slight smile.

      ÊÊSuddenly the assistant turned away: "I'll just go and see how she's getting on in the changing room..."
      Before Jill could stop the woman she was in the changing room. Samantha was bent down, just beginning to pull the dress up. The assistant had a complete view of the bra cups filled with tissues and the truth hit her immediately.

      ÊÊ"I would suggest madame wear a waist-clincher with this dress, it would give a more feminine definition to the figure. We have just the thing..." she said, an amused glint in her eyes.

      ÊÊIn no time she was back with the waist clincher, which she pulled so tight that Samantha nearly screamed. "The things us girls do to look lovely!" smiled the assistant.

      ÊÊJill loved the result and bought matching gloves and a clutch bag. She insisted that Samantha leave the waist clincher on. She had spent a fortune but she could afford it - and she was gratified that Samantha had thanked her so profusely.

      ÊÊThey did not venture out for the next week. Jill was a hard task-master and made Samantha learn the more feminine skills, She was intrigued at how Samantha fell day by day into more girlish attitudes and gestures. Jill finally suggested that Samantha go for a walk on her own. Samantha kept coming up with reasons why she should not, but Jill insisted, so she dressed in a floral print dress, belted at the waist, with stockings and high heels. She put on a cashmere jacket that Jill had lent her on account of the chilly air.

      ÊÊSamantha breathed deeply and sighed. She loved her vulnerability, the feel of the breeze between her legs, and she passed one or two boys who seemed to eye her appreciatively. She found a bench in the local park, spread her skirt and petticoats beneath her and sat in what she hoped was a totally feminine fashion. It was nice to sit in the early morning and just reflect on things. For the first time in her life she was her own person, she had to impress nobody, and she could be open with her feelings. Already she was realising that Steve was emotionally crippled, that all his life he'd had to compete for any love or care.

      ÊÊFor Samantha it was very different. She looked at things that Steve never dared to see - the beauty of the flowers and birds. She was more responsible and sensible than Steve, the pushy tactics that he used, along with the swagger and hard-boy act, were gone.
      Jill sat at her desk and opened her diary, beginning to write.

      ÊÊ"The change in Steve is stunning since he's taken on the feminine trappings of Samantha. Not only has he adapted to the role almost as if born to it, but seems a happier person in himself. Life is so much easier with Samantha. What I feared at first to be an unsavoury mission has turned out to be the most fantastic voyage of discovery. Perhaps more boys should be treated this way. I have seen a caterpillar change into a chrysalis and from there into one of the loveliest butterflies. It is time the butterfly was shown to the world."

      ÊÊDuring the next week Jill became decidedly more dominant, forcing Samantha to take on an even more submissive role. She worked on Samantha's deportment, gestures, speech and eating habits. Every little unfeminine movement was criticised. She was amazed at how the once-forbidding Steve gave ground as Samantha.

      ÊÊJill smiled at the little pouts and demure looks. They were so natural that Samantha did not even realise she was making them. She even watched her burst into tears of frustration over the typewriter.

      ÊÊJill decided to ask Trevor Jones, her literary agent, and his wife Janice to eat with them at a favourite restaurant.

      ÊÊWhen the day came, Samantha was full of nervous excitement as Jill helped her fasten the waist clincher. She padded the bra and rolled the black lace stockings up her smooth legs and fastened them into position. The long silk slip slid over her, clinging sexily to her snow white body.

      ÊÊShe then fastened herself into her blue satin dress and slipped on the high heels. Sitting by her dressing table, she moisturised her face and put on a light layer of foundation. She used a black eye pencil to fill in the inner rim of her eyes, and delicately blushed her cheeks. Looking at her brows, she took out her tweezers, and plucked and carefully arched them. Samantha fixed the false eyelashes into place and applied three layers of mascara. Her eyeshadow was delicately built in layers to give definition.

      ÊÊA soft shade of lipstick enhanced her feminine lips. Slowly, she teased and worked on her hair, taking a full hour to get it to the style she wanted. She removed the sleepers from her ears, and fitted large drop earrings. She slipped on the silver bracelets and pearl necklace.

      ÊÊJill entered the room to the smell of nail varnish as Samantha applied her second layer. How quickly she had learned! Samantha sprayed herself with expensive perfume, put odds and ends into her clutch bag, slipped on her little white lace gloves and turned to look at Jill.

      ÊÊJill took a deep breath; she felt the stirrings of trouble. Nothing was out of place, in fact Samantha looked perfect - too perfect. She was going to turn heads, there was no doubt about that. Jill helped Samantha on with the white stole she was lending her and they left by taxi for the restaurant.
      Samantha was introduced as Jill's niece, and the Joneses spoke kindly to her. Jill noticed that Trevor seemed intrigued by Samantha and that she seemed flattered by the attention.

      ÊÊTrevor had always been a ladies' man and it was only down to Janice's great love and forebearance that they were still married. Samantha was now being swept off her feet by his glib talk, sharp humour, flashing eyes and handsome looks. Samantha was not experienced enough to know that Trevor's talk and comments were the opening moves of seduction.

      ÊÊAfter the meal, the lights went down and soft music began to play, so Trevor wheeled Samantha onto the dance floor. Janice looked at Jill questioningly.

      ÊÊ"If you'll excuse me, when this dance is over I'll take my niece for a quiet word" said Jill. Janice only nodded.

      ÊÊ"The problem is, she has never met men like Trevor and thinks it's all just innocent fun. She's only sixteen and has so much to learn."

      ÊÊJill carried on making excuses in embarrassment as she watched the goings on on the dance floor. When the dance was over, Jill grabbed Samantha's arm. "Talk time." she whispered angrily.

      ÊÊThey walked into the ladies and Jill was glad it was empty. She turned round to face Samantha and slapped her around the face.

      ÊÊ"Listen to me young lady. I know this is a big night for you. Perhaps it's the wine, perhaps it's everything, but you are flirting with Trevor, whether you realise it or not. I know you're flattered by his attention and you're responding because you want to see how far you can keep up the pretence, but Trevor isn't playing. He's my agent and I know him. In the next ten minutes he'll start groping, then we'll both be in trouble. Promise me it stops now or we go home."

      ÊÊSamantha looked down at her shoes sulkily. "I'm sorry, it stops now."
      Later that evening, the social worker Jeffrey Griffin watched Jill walk into the bar, and they settled themselves into a quiet corner with their drinks.

      ÊÊ"Now, what's all this about?" Jeffrey asked.

      ÊÊJill replied matter of factly: "For the last four weeks, your young tearaway football hooligan has been living as a girl."

      ÊÊJeffrey spluttered into his beer. "Jill! You could get me fired!" he cried in shock.

      ÊÊ"It's what he wanted. Don't you understand? The hard man front was hiding a very beautiful person who felt he could only function in the role of a female. That,s why he was always in trouble, trying to show the world he was a man."

      ÊÊJeffrey was stunned into silence.

      ÊÊ"Jeffrey, that's the way Steve wants to stay. He's now called Samantha, and is so beautiful and considerate, not at all like the boy you sent me."

      ÊÊ"So where exactly is 'she' going to live, and what is 'she' going to do for money?" he asked.

      ÊÊ"She, as you put it, is going to live with me and go to college. She will pay her way by typing up manuscripts for my publishers."

      ÊÊBy the time Samantha arrived, Jeffrey had regained his composure. Watching the slim, well dressed girl coming towards them made him wish he was young again.

      ÊÊ"Jeffrey, meet Samantha"

      ÊÊJeffrey looked silently at the petite figure. Everything fell into place now, and he could sense Samantha's nervousness.

      ÊÊ"Sit down, would you like a drink?"

      ÊÊ"Orange juice please"

      ÊÊSamantha felt the electric whisper of her nylons as they crossed. The sensual feel of her tedy against her bare skin. She loved the way the hem of her petticoat showed just beneath her skirt in thick white ruffles. Jill smiled gently, encouraging Samantha to speak.

      ÊÊ"I'd like to have hormone treatment and breast implants but not for a while, not until I'm more sure of myself."

      ÊÊJeffrey watched Jill and Samantha leave, hardly able to believe that the girl was the former delinquent Steve. He shook his head and gathered up the empty glasses.

      The End

    • December 10, 2003 8:52 PM GMT
    • I've only just realised that this thread is here - I would also like you to know that I have a typical tranny story on my website . it is also illustrated. It is one I have been writing for a while and at present I have hit a bit of a block.

      Sometime I will get back to it.

      Any advice or help would be appreciated.

    • December 10, 2003 12:46 PM GMT
    • Hi Sharon,

      Wonderfull, can't wait to hear how it continues. Majestic.

      Love

      Sabine

    • November 29, 2002 9:13 PM GMT
    • So when do we get to hear about how you fared in your test?
      Please continue Sharon.

    • November 9, 2002 3:54 PM GMT
    • Sharon

      More than appropriate it was excellent  :)- did u get the job

    • June 13, 2003 7:03 PM BST
    • Steve was a young football hooligan from a children's home. But when he went to live with Jill, a childless widow, it all changed and Steve was to be transformed into a beautiful girl called Samantha...

      ÊÊJill Withers lived in a secluded house off the main New Forest Road. She was a professional writer in her early forties, who was still attractive but had lived alone since her husband died five years earlier. Sometimes she felt depressed, lonely and less than a woman because she had no children, but the outside world saw only her brave smile.

      ÊÊShe helped fill the void by fostering problem children from time to time - she had a good record of success, and it brought in a little extra money too.

      ÊÊThe phone rang: "Hello, Jill?" said a voice that she recognised as that of Jeffrey Griffin, a local social worker.

      ÊÊ"I've got a case for you, if you're interested. Young tearaway, sixteen, called Steve Bell. He's at the orphanage, but they're on the point of throwing him out. Went to court today for football violence and got a £200 fine. Looks like a cherub, but he's a proper little hooligan."

      ÊÊ"Any offences against women?" asked Jill. "I don't want a rapist on my hands."

      ÊÊ"Nothing like that - all for football. I can't make up my mind whether they're acts of frustrated anger or misplaced loyalty. You can look at the case file when you come to my office."

      ÊÊJeffrey came out to greet her as she arrived, ushered her in and gave her Steve's case file. "Steve Bell, aged 16, nationality British" Jill read as she opened the file. The facts were bleak. Steve was quite an expert football hooligan, had recieved several fines and was presently on probation.

      ÊÊ"Makes unhappy reading" she said to Jeffrey.

      ÊÊ"If he's nicked again, they'll send him down. They're running out of time and patience. The strange thing is there's a different side to him that few people see. A quiet, sensitive boy, a very frightened boy. I just can't get to the bottom of him, Jill. There's something hidden inside of him that he's afraid to show the world, something he's ashamed of."
      Jill always insisted on meeting a client alone. When Steve Bell arrived she was surprised - he was slender and about 5 feet 4 inches tall. He wasn't just handsome; if he had been a girl he would have been beautiful - what a waste of such looks!!

      ÊÊ"Sit down Steve," said Jill, holding up the file. "Are you really the perpetrator of all this?"

      ÊÊSteve looked sheepish. "Yes Ma'am"

      ÊÊ"My name is Jill, not Ma'am," she said. "Steve, you realise that next time, the people with power are going to lock you away?"

      ÊÊ"I guess so."

      ÊÊJill sensed his embarrassment. "Doesn't it matter?"

      ÊÊ"Not really. I've no job and no home. Who'd care?" he shrugged.


      ÊÊ"Then you're finished, aren't you? I mean, if you've no hope then your life is all but over."

      ÊÊSteve simply sighed.

      ÊÊ"Steve, given the chance, your life could be different."

      ÊÊHe looked at her curiously. "How?"

      ÊÊ"You'll stay with me and work for me. If you don't like me or I don't like you then we go our own sweet ways and you're on your own."

      ÊÊ"What would I have to do?"

      ÊÊ"Not a lot. Housework, some gardening and a few chores. You'll be paid."

      ÊÊHe looked at her carefully. "And what do you get out of it?"

      ÊÊ"Enough money to cover your board - and satisfaction if you make the grade."

      ÊÊ"Satisfaction, that's a joke."

      ÊÊJill could see Steve's need to believe but he was still suspicious. Jill threw the file down on the desk. "In 2 minutes I walk out of this room, with or without your answer. I could be your last chance, Steve. One day, you could have a fight and someone could be killed. Is that what has to happen so you can earn a manly reputation?"

      ÊÊJill pushed her chair back and made to walk out. "I'll come." he said quietly.
      ÊSteve arrived at the house two days later, and was impressed by the size of the property. Jill met him at the door and smiled, then showed him into the lounge where there was a sense of calm and tranquillity. It was as if a load was being lifted from his shoulders.

      ÊÊJill studied her new lodger; he seemed somehow even more beautiful and vulnerable than before. There was a look of longing, pain and sadness in his eyes that made her want to grab him and hug him like a mother.

      ÊÊJill was amazed at Steve's ability to amuse himself. Within days of his arrival he became a different person. He was full of thoughtful acts and was surprisingly sensitive, yet Jill still felt that he was holding something back from her. In most things, Steve was quite forward, but something was obviously bothering him.

      ÊÊOne morning Jill was driving towards town when she remembered she'd forgotten her bank ATM card. She swore under her breath and turned back. As she climbed out of the car she could hear Steve's record player. Well, she thought, there was no need to disturb him, she would go straight to her room, find her card and go back to the shops.

      ÊÊShe opened the door and then stood rigid with shock. There was Steve, dressed as she had left him, except that he was wearing her high heeled shoes. A large pink bow tied his fairly long hair into a pony tail. He turned round and she immediately saw that his face was made-up like a beautiful girl's. She felt breathless as she made her way to the bed and sat down.

      ÊÊSteve looked at her open mouthed. As Jill gained her composure she realised he was afraid. This was obviously what Steve had been holding from her all this time. Little by little over the weeks he had been opening up like a beautiful flower, dropping little hints that she should have recognised.

      ÊÊ"I think you'd better put some coffee on" she said with a sigh.

      ÊÊ"I'll clean this off," mumbled Steve.

      ÊÊ"No, go just the way you are. I'll meet you in the lounge."

      ÊÊ"Are you going to tell Griffin?" Steve asked nervously.


      ÊÊ"I'm not doing anything until we've talked." She watched him leave the room, amused by the way his high heels made his bottom wiggle, just like a girl's.

      ÊÊJill made her way downstairs after recovering from her intial surpsrise. Steve came into the lounge, taking dainty little steps because of the heels on his shoes and carefully balancing the tray of coffee. Jill was amazed at how a little make-up had changed him so completely. What would happen, she wondered, if he wore a dress? How had she missed it all before? She was usually proud of her woman's intuition, but this time it had let her down.

      ÊÊ"Well?" she asked, trying to sound relaxed. "Are you going to tell me everything?". Steve took a deep breath and fell silent. "I don't think I can." he finally said.

      ÊÊ"Steve, you have to. If you don't, I've no option but to refer you back to Jeffrey Griffin. More importantly, for your own sake you have to unburden your soul. Trust me, give me a chance to help you."
      Steve sighed and started slowly: "Ever since I was a small child, life has been hard for me. When my mum remarried, my step-dad thought the world of my sister, but me, I was an obstacle. How I envied my sister. How I wished I could be a girl like her, and receive the same care and attention she got. My step-dad made Mum send me off to a home, and she tried to convince herself I'd be better off there. At first she came to see me, but eventually the visits stopped. There were no presents, no cards at Christmas or birthdays.

      ÊÊ"I was teased about my looks. I was ribbed for caring about people, about things. That was okay for girls, but not boys. I thought: If this was the case, why wasn't I a girl? I felt confused, I envied girls, their freedom of emotion, of speech.

      ÊÊ"Nobody had time for me or the person inside, so gradually I built a different image, one that was more macho. It got to the stage where nobody ribbed me because I'd punch them in the mouth. I ridiculed any show of concern or care in others, because it had been ridiculed in me. I wouldn't allow myself to see the beauty of the flowers in the field. I didn't dare, I couldn't, yet all the time I envied a pretty girl the clothes she could wear and the way she could live.

      ÊÊ"I'd love for a while to be a girl, or to be like one. To let all the barricades come down and see if this is really what I should be."

      ÊÊSteve paused for a second. His eyes were swollen and he shook with emotion. Jill was stunned by the intensity of Steve's words and those beautiful eyes, enhanced by mascara, reflecting his pain. He was like a starving child reaching for a piece of bread, and she wanted to soothe away his sobs.

      ÊÊ"I have this illusion of feminine purity and innocence," he went on. "When I was with my mates I didn't have to see or feel, I just had to be. It was acceptable for me to punch someone's head in but it wasn't acceptable for me to feel or dress like a girl. Believe me, it's not for any sexual reason or because I fancy boys or anything like that - it's a soul journey."

      ÊÊHe stopped, the tears now plainly visible in his eyes. "I'm mad, aren't I?"

      ÊÊ"No," whispered Jill. "Just betrayed by people, by society, by yourself."

      ÊÊShe opened her arms and held him to herself, like a mother does her child. Her body ached with the injustice of it all. This was probably the first time in his life he had confided his thoughts and feelings to anyone. How could she betray him to Jeffrey Griffin, however good a friend he was?

      ÊÊ"What will you tell Griffin?" asked Steve.

      ÊÊ"Nothing yet, not until we've got things sorted out." She managed to compose herself. "I'm going to town - I'll be a couple of hours or so."

      ÊÊJill spent nearly four hours in town. When she returned she was laden with parcels. "Could you give me a hand and take these upstairs?" she asked. Jill sighed as she put the parcels on the bed. She tried to be natural, but was nervous as she rummaged in her bags and came out with a high-legged teddy, all in royal blue silk with inch-wide lace trimming. There was a matching pair of panties and a bra.

      ÊÊ"I'll go and clear the rubbish area" said Steve. Jill smiled. He was obviously embarrassed, thinking he was unpacking her smalls.

      ÊÊ"No, Steve, don't go. These are for you." she said in what she hoped was a natural voice. Jill took out a white, sleeveless, polo-necked woollen top and a black skirt. Steve stood transfixed, suddenly afraid. "What if it was all a mistake, a fantasy?" he asked.

      ÊÊ"There's only one way to find out, isn't there Steve?" Jill said, throwing him a pack of designer tights. "Put on your bra and panties, then the tights, then the teddy. Roll the tights up your legs, don't pull. When you've done that, give me a call."

      ÊÊShe turned and left her bedroom. Steve felt nervous, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He wanted to put on the clothes but was afraid. Yet he also felt a strange excitement as he found himself divesting of his clothes. He could not believe how soft and sensuous the panties and bra felt. He filled the bra cups with tissues. The tights felt erotically electric, seductiveley gentle as he rolled them up his legs and into place. The teddy hid the filling of the bra cup and he felt sensuous, but more than that he felt feminine.

      ÊÊJill entered the room and smiled, "Suits you," she said.

      ÊÊAll hint of masculinity was now hidden, and with the padded bra, Steve's shape had become decidedley feminine. She handed him the slip and then helped him into the sleeveless jumper. Then she fastened the skirt around him and tightened the wide black leather belt. He pulled on the white shoes with their three-inch heels.

      ÊÊNext, Jill made him up, showing him how to apply foundation, blusher, eyeshadows, mascara, eyepencils and lipstick. She shaped his broken nails into some sort of feminine style before applying two coats of varnish. Despite Steve's half-hearted protests, she highlighted and permed his hair into a distinctly feminine style.

      ÊÊIt was when she lit a candle and began to heat a needle that Steve became concerned. Jill picked up a cork - "Sit still" she muttered.

      ÊÊShe put the cork behind the lobe of one of his ears and pierced it quickly, repeating the performance on his other ear. Steve yelped in pain and surprise, and ignoring his unlady-like curses, she put sleepers into his newly pierced ears.

      ÊÊFinally, she hung a choker necklace around Steve's neck and a large silver bracelet on each wrist. She took Steve's hand and led him to the mirror.

      ÊÊ"Is this really me?" he asked, his voice taking on a softer tone.

      ÊÊ"Yes, it's you. Steve, I'm going to put myself on the line for you. For one month you're going to be the girl you think you want to be. But remember, being a girl is fulltime, not just when you feel like it. The only way you will know whether your feelings are real is to live them out."
      ÊShe collected the make-up, the handbag and a trendy jacket. "Take these to your room."

      ÊÊSteve looked out of the window, it was already evening. He gently opened a carrier bag and pulled out a negligee with two pairs of matching knickers and a wrap. There were also two bras and further knickers.

      ÊÊJill made dinner and waited to hear footsteps on the stairs. She smiled as Steve minced almost daintily into the kitchen and sat at the table.

      ÊÊ"There are certain ways ladies sit, Steve, with their legs together or crossed. They also eat slowly, take smaller mouthfuls and chew in a more delicate fashion."

      ÊÊSteve blushed slightly, and all through the meal he found himself being corrected. After dinner they sat in the lounge, and Jill looked at Steve carefully.

      ÊÊ"Okay, these are the rules. I can't go on calling you Steve, so from now on you'll be Samantha. Tomorrow we'll go to town and choose some more clothes. When we return you'll spend an hour cleaning and doing chores."

      ÊÊJill looked at the pouting figure with 'her' arms laid delicately in 'her' lap and legs tightly crossed. It was hard to visualise that this 'girl' could possibly be Steve. "We'll try some dressmaking and typing, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. You are entering a female world. You may be beautiful but there's more to femininity than sitting pretty, if you decide you love this life you will need a job."

      ÊÊSteve finally spoke: "Jill, I'm scared..."

      ÊÊJill touched the hand that lay in Samantha's lap and squeezed it.

      ÊÊ"But isn't this what you wanted, Samantha? Learn to let your soul take over. Learn to feel and be yourself."

      ÊÊSamantha?? Well, it wasn't too bad. He would have to think of himself as that. He would look stupid telling someone his name was Steve dressed like this.


      ÊÊ"Thanks, Jill" he said.


      ÊÊJill smiled. "Go to bed, and sleep well. You have a big day tomorrow."
      Samantha awoke feeling the luxury of her satin negligee around her, the soft feminine comfort of her knickers. It was hard to believe that this was not some fantasy. She climbed out of bed and slid out of the negligee, letting it slide into a heap at her feet. She ran her hands through her hair and then put on her wrap and went to the bathroom.

      ÊÊJill was surprised to find that while Samantha's efforts at dressing and make-up were not expert, they were passable. On the journey to town she could feel Samantha go tense. She realised what an ordeal this would be for her. It was with some reluctance that Samantha climbed out of the car - she was rigid with fear. Gone was the boy full of bravado and fight, here was a rather innocent and insecure-looking girl.

      ÊÊ"You may find that boys and dirty old men give you lingering looks," Jill warned. "You either ignore them or give a look of contempt. Some eyes will undress you, thinking of the feminine charms that lie concealed. Female looks will vary between interest, jealousy or contempt."

      ÊÊSamantha stepped daintily alongside Jill, who smiled at the small, feminine steps. "You may be embarrassed at choosing girls things so if you don't show a preference I'll do it for you." said Jill.

      ÊÊ"What do I need?" whispered Samantha.

      ÊÊ"Two skirts, a couple of blouses, a casual dress, an evening dress, another pair of shoes, jewellery. Perhaps a suspender belt, stockings and tights. A handbag to match the dress."

      ÊÊTwo hours later everything had been chosen except the evening dress. Jill saw the one that would suit Samantha - it was electric blue taffeta with a tight bodice and could be worn strapless. The ruffles around the top of the bodice did a lot to hide the plunging neckline, and the long shapely skirt would ensure that Samantha's steps remained short and dainty."You must try it on, Samantha" said Jill.

      ÊÊThe assistant turned to Jill. "Your daughter?" she asked. "No." replied Jill.

      ÊÊ"A most beautiful girl. Is she in the modelling business by any chance?"

      ÊÊ"No, she's training to be a secretary" replied Jill with a slight smile.

      ÊÊSuddenly the assistant turned away: "I'll just go and see how she's getting on in the changing room..."
      Before Jill could stop the woman she was in the changing room. Samantha was bent down, just beginning to pull the dress up. The assistant had a complete view of the bra cups filled with tissues and the truth hit her immediately.

      ÊÊ"I would suggest madame wear a waist-clincher with this dress, it would give a more feminine definition to the figure. We have just the thing..." she said, an amused glint in her eyes.

      ÊÊIn no time she was back with the waist clincher, which she pulled so tight that Samantha nearly screamed. "The things us girls do to look lovely!" smiled the assistant.

      ÊÊJill loved the result and bought matching gloves and a clutch bag. She insisted that Samantha leave the waist clincher on. She had spent a fortune but she could afford it - and she was gratified that Samantha had thanked her so profusely.

      ÊÊThey did not venture out for the next week. Jill was a hard task-master and made Samantha learn the more feminine skills, She was intrigued at how Samantha fell day by day into more girlish attitudes and gestures. Jill finally suggested that Samantha go for a walk on her own. Samantha kept coming up with reasons why she should not, but Jill insisted, so she dressed in a floral print dress, belted at the waist, with stockings and high heels. She put on a cashmere jacket that Jill had lent her on account of the chilly air.

      ÊÊSamantha breathed deeply and sighed. She loved her vulnerability, the feel of the breeze between her legs, and she passed one or two boys who seemed to eye her appreciatively. She found a bench in the local park, spread her skirt and petticoats beneath her and sat in what she hoped was a totally feminine fashion. It was nice to sit in the early morning and just reflect on things. For the first time in her life she was her own person, she had to impress nobody, and she could be open with her feelings. Already she was realising that Steve was emotionally crippled, that all his life he'd had to compete for any love or care.

      ÊÊFor Samantha it was very different. She looked at things that Steve never dared to see - the beauty of the flowers and birds. She was more responsible and sensible than Steve, the pushy tactics that he used, along with the swagger and hard-boy act, were gone.
      Jill sat at her desk and opened her diary, beginning to write.

      ÊÊ"The change in Steve is stunning since he's taken on the feminine trappings of Samantha. Not only has he adapted to the role almost as if born to it, but seems a happier person in himself. Life is so much easier with Samantha. What I feared at first to be an unsavoury mission has turned out to be the most fantastic voyage of discovery. Perhaps more boys should be treated this way. I have seen a caterpillar change into a chrysalis and from there into one of the loveliest butterflies. It is time the butterfly was shown to the world."

      ÊÊDuring the next week Jill became decidedly more dominant, forcing Samantha to take on an even more submissive role. She worked on Samantha's deportment, gestures, speech and eating habits. Every little unfeminine movement was criticised. She was amazed at how the once-forbidding Steve gave ground as Samantha.

      ÊÊJill smiled at the little pouts and demure looks. They were so natural that Samantha did not even realise she was making them. She even watched her burst into tears of frustration over the typewriter.

      ÊÊJill decided to ask Trevor Jones, her literary agent, and his wife Janice to eat with them at a favourite restaurant.

      ÊÊWhen the day came, Samantha was full of nervous excitement as Jill helped her fasten the waist clincher. She padded the bra and rolled the black lace stockings up her smooth legs and fastened them into position. The long silk slip slid over her, clinging sexily to her snow white body.

      ÊÊShe then fastened herself into her blue satin dress and slipped on the high heels. Sitting by her dressing table, she moisturised her face and put on a light layer of foundation. She used a black eye pencil to fill in the inner rim of her eyes, and delicately blushed her cheeks. Looking at her brows, she took out her tweezers, and plucked and carefully arched them. Samantha fixed the false eyelashes into place and applied three layers of mascara. Her eyeshadow was delicately built in layers to give definition.

      ÊÊA soft shade of lipstick enhanced her feminine lips. Slowly, she teased and worked on her hair, taking a full hour to get it to the style she wanted. She removed the sleepers from her ears, and fitted large drop earrings. She slipped on the silver bracelets and pearl necklace.

      ÊÊJill entered the room to the smell of nail varnish as Samantha applied her second layer. How quickly she had learned! Samantha sprayed herself with expensive perfume, put odds and ends into her clutch bag, slipped on her little white lace gloves and turned to look at Jill.

      ÊÊJill took a deep breath; she felt the stirrings of trouble. Nothing was out of place, in fact Samantha looked perfect - too perfect. She was going to turn heads, there was no doubt about that. Jill helped Samantha on with the white stole she was lending her and they left by taxi for the restaurant.
      Samantha was introduced as Jill's niece, and the Joneses spoke kindly to her. Jill noticed that Trevor seemed intrigued by Samantha and that she seemed flattered by the attention.

      ÊÊTrevor had always been a ladies' man and it was only down to Janice's great love and forebearance that they were still married. Samantha was now being swept off her feet by his glib talk, sharp humour, flashing eyes and handsome looks. Samantha was not experienced enough to know that Trevor's talk and comments were the opening moves of seduction.

      ÊÊAfter the meal, the lights went down and soft music began to play, so Trevor wheeled Samantha onto the dance floor. Janice looked at Jill questioningly.

      ÊÊ"If you'll excuse me, when this dance is over I'll take my niece for a quiet word" said Jill. Janice only nodded.

      ÊÊ"The problem is, she has never met men like Trevor and thinks it's all just innocent fun. She's only sixteen and has so much to learn."

      ÊÊJill carried on making excuses in embarrassment as she watched the goings on on the dance floor. When the dance was over, Jill grabbed Samantha's arm. "Talk time." she whispered angrily.

      ÊÊThey walked into the ladies and Jill was glad it was empty. She turned round to face Samantha and slapped her around the face.

      ÊÊ"Listen to me young lady. I know this is a big night for you. Perhaps it's the wine, perhaps it's everything, but you are flirting with Trevor, whether you realise it or not. I know you're flattered by his attention and you're responding because you want to see how far you can keep up the pretence, but Trevor isn't playing. He's my agent and I know him. In the next ten minutes he'll start groping, then we'll both be in trouble. Promise me it stops now or we go home."

      ÊÊSamantha looked down at her shoes sulkily. "I'm sorry, it stops now."
      Later that evening, the social worker Jeffrey Griffin watched Jill walk into the bar, and they settled themselves into a quiet corner with their drinks.

      ÊÊ"Now, what's all this about?" Jeffrey asked.

      ÊÊJill replied matter of factly: "For the last four weeks, your young tearaway football hooligan has been living as a girl."

      ÊÊJeffrey spluttered into his beer. "Jill! You could get me fired!" he cried in shock.

      ÊÊ"It's what he wanted. Don't you understand? The hard man front was hiding a very beautiful person who felt he could only function in the role of a female. That,s why he was always in trouble, trying to show the world he was a man."

      ÊÊJeffrey was stunned into silence.

      ÊÊ"Jeffrey, that's the way Steve wants to stay. He's now called Samantha, and is so beautiful and considerate, not at all like the boy you sent me."

      ÊÊ"So where exactly is 'she' going to live, and what is 'she' going to do for money?" he asked.

      ÊÊ"She, as you put it, is going to live with me and go to college. She will pay her way by typing up manuscripts for my publishers."

      ÊÊBy the time Samantha arrived, Jeffrey had regained his composure. Watching the slim, well dressed girl coming towards them made him wish he was young again.

      ÊÊ"Jeffrey, meet Samantha"

      ÊÊJeffrey looked silently at the petite figure. Everything fell into place now, and he could sense Samantha's nervousness.

      ÊÊ"Sit down, would you like a drink?"

      ÊÊ"Orange juice please"

      ÊÊSamantha felt the electric whisper of her nylons as they crossed. The sensual feel of her tedy against her bare skin. She loved the way the hem of her petticoat showed just beneath her skirt in thick white ruffles. Jill smiled gently, encouraging Samantha to speak.

      ÊÊ"I'd like to have hormone treatment and breast implants but not for a while, not until I'm more sure of myself."

      ÊÊJeffrey watched Jill and Samantha leave, hardly able to believe that the girl was the former delinquent Steve. He shook his head and gathered up the empty glasses.

      The End

    • January 29, 2003 12:15 PM GMT
    • Today I am so happy because a took delivery of something I have been wanting to get for a long long time - a pair of Dorothy Perkins white panties. As I write I can feel the silky and lacy panties enclosing my bottom and my genitals in a firm but beautiful hold. I have been dreaming of this moment on and off for many years and all because the very first panties that someone actually gave me permission to wear which were grown up girls where of course Dorothy Perkins and in white!

      I was about 11 and my older Sister used to love to dress me up when my parents were at work during the summer holiday. Usually she would put party dresses, school girl knickers, white socks and low heels on me or one of her old school uniforms and we would play around the house. I loved it of course and always hoped each day that she would suggest it.

      This particular day she had obviously made a decision to let me grow up a bit and when she suggested that we dress up I was surprised to be given one of her oldish fashionable skirts, short and pleated as well as one of her soft pink jumpers. As I stood there naked waiting with desperation to put these on she rummaged through her underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of silky white panties with a small bow on the front&#8230;they were just so grown up. Coupled with this she gave me one of her trainer bras which she helped me into first. The feeling of wearing a bra was great enough on it&#8217;s own but when she handed me the panties and I pulled them up over my smooth legs my willy became so engorged that I thought it would burst. My Sister smiled at this sight and commented that I obviously was pleased to wear them. I grinned in acknowledgement at that statement!

      I then pulled on the jumper and the softness sent a shiver through me and as for the skirt, well I felt liberated, excited and fantastically happy all at the same moment. I could by now feel that the front of those beautiful panties were getting wet, drip by drip.

      To cap off my look my Sister gave me a pair of her grown up tights which she showed me how to put on with out ripping them&#8230;I was no expert! And a pair of her trendy shoes - slingbacks as I recall&#8230;I was in heaven. We played around the house as normal but instead of the silly games we had played in the past we played as two teenage girls would play - discussing boys and make-up etc. My Sister had so much to teach me.

      Now I sit in a pair of those same make of panties and recall it all and I am as hard now as I was then! I have toyed so many times at going into one of their stores and buying them as they were never sold on line but always scared myself out of it. Then only the other night I found that they had gone on line and in a feverish trance searched their lingerie section until I found them..the panties that I now am wetting. Wonderful.

    • November 8, 2002 9:57 PM GMT
    • I don't know about you but when I was a boy and I was wearing my Mum's, Sister's or other woman's panties I always dreaded getting any hint of a stain on them from my excitement. Many the day I spent first desperately trying to wash the silk or lace and then when the owner was back in the house expecting to be called in and exposed as the pervert I thought I was. Well, many years later even though the panties were mine or my girlfriend's at the time I was still pulling the panties away from my member whenever I was about to explode. I loved the way they got so wet during my wearing of them but still had this idea of always ensuring the main event happened outside of them.

      One day though I was alone and dressed and was at that fantastic pitch of excitement that even though I wanted to last longer I knew I just had to cum there and then. Into my head popped the thought of how great it would be to actually cum into the panties and really soak them! So with this in mind I lay on the bed, pulled up my skirt and took my SO's vibrator out. I turned it on in slow mode and gently caressed my member through both the panties and my tights. I paid particular attention to the wet, warm sticky patch that stained the nylon and silk. I didn't have to wait long until I was really straining against the vibrator, pushing my hips up and loving the feel of the hum against me. Within a few minutes my body shuddered and the ecstasy I have come to love shot through me, and I may add the panties and tights! I had done it at last.

      From that day on I cum into my panties on as many occasions that I wanted to but there was still something missing..I wanted to do it in someone else's panties, something that I had denied myself all those years.  Then an opportunity came up that I grasped with both hands  :D.

      My SO loves to watch porn, hardcore Lesbian porn. Many evenings we sit down to watch a video and whilst she watches the girls get off with each other, I gently caresses her until she climaxes. She will then either play with me or we will have full sex, whatever we fancy. Normally I am dressed in my own undies but one day I asked to borrow some of hers, to which she agreed. Anyway the evening progressed as normal, we played with her and she came and then she turned to play with me. I was wearing a pair of her pink lacey panties and I loved watching her hand rub and stoke my penis through the lace of her borrowed panties. I was soon gasping with delight as she stroked me to pleasureland, all the time me loving the idea that I was getting her panties wetter and wetter. She knows me well and knows when to speed things up and normally would slip the panties down and pull me to completion but this time I said "can I cum in your panties?". I don't know what I thought she would say but she readily agreed and continued to stroke and rub me through that sexy material. Then I could stand it no longer, I let out a groan and thrusting my body out I shot into her knickers. What a pleasure it was to have both her knickers on and for her to see me cum in them. Have we done it since? Of course!

    • October 6, 2002 1:28 AM BST
    • :) My Mum ......... is the bestest mum in the world
      When you are a girl and you have that thingy down there
      When you don't quite fit with the big wide world
      When the people in the big wide world cannot understand how mistakes happen
      Then you need someone to support you, all the time, without fear, without question.
      My mum is the lovingests and best person in the world and she is IT!
      I am a girl
      I was always a girl
      And I have become a girl.
      Yes!
      In Thailand.
      Yes I do NOT have a thingy and YES, I have a slit
      A vagina
      And I have my mum to thank for that.  She has supported me all the way and she is my chief fan.
      The day after my op my mum took over my care.  She even inserted stents and  helped me make my new vag a working vag.
      She showed me with stents how I might use my vag one day.
      And she helped me with all the nasty stuff - trying to pee, peeing straight, bearing the pain.
      The nicest thing?  She has always helped me by my bras (34a then 34b) and she always sorted my pantys.
      And when I lost that dreaded thingy
      then she bought me a whole bunch of really femine stuff in Bangkok.  Just the most fabulous lace pantys, with string sides and side clips and everything.
      For when you get hot with your man she said.
      And that is a day fast coming now!