All character and business names in this story are completely fictional. The rush of patients from the corona virus diminished somewhat at our hospital, Mercy Brackett Bay, and life became more bearable. I now "only" worked 10 hours per day, and I regularly got weekends off. Yay! The downside was that my shift now ran from 1 p.m. to midnight, with an hour o...
After many months of asking, not to mention more than the odd sexual favour, I finally relented and agreed to my wife's desire to open a boutique lingerie shop, something she had long wanted to do but never got around to. This was no ordinary shop but then again my wife was no ordinary wife. Cathy was an extraordinarily women, outgoing, passionate and loving...
Chapter Six KYLIE The next months were truly magical. True to his words, Lonnie didn't try to turn me into a girl. He celebrated the panty-boy I was. I moved in with him and we began our new life together. The insurance settlement from the fire allowed me to quit my job and stay home and take care of all the cleaning and cooking and...other things....
I thought about what I would say to the doctor when I finally spoke to him. It's a weird conversation, I mean, it should be obvious. So, I decided to tell him the obvious. I decided to tell him the truth. "I want my breasts to be larger and more conspicuous. I want men to look at my tits, not my face. I want to be able wear sheer bras and tops with very la...
The shopping trip was every bit as bad as Simon expected. He spent so long browsing in the lingerie section of the first store, trying to pluck up courage to select the items he needed, that he was approached by an assistant who asked if she could help. His reply of "No, I'm just looking" made him sound like a pervert so he hurriedly moved out of that shop a...
I have Triple-D Titties. Sounds like the cliche a phone-sex operator might say, doesn't it? This is the stuff that porn stars are made of, or aging Hollywood wives, or the nubile dreams of satyric invention, right? Maybe such a proclamation should be surrounded by the atmosphere of a self-help group, where everyone admits a big problem that brings them all t...
Dan often felt uneasy. He would nod and smile and try to get along with the lads, but they just weren't his scene. Not really. He always felt more comfortable around girls. Girls were smarter, more fun to go out with, and they looked so much better too. Such beautiful faces, bodies, clothes - everything about girls seemed better than boys. When he started s...
"Ah Sarah, I think it's time we moved on in your training regimen. Here are some new bras for you to wear. I'll want you to wear them two hours a day. Put one on now." Sarah took the bag from Stone and looked into it curiously. The bras clearly had a lot more material than her normal shelf and demi cup bras. "Finally, I can wear something that doesn't let m...
All names and characters in this story are fictional and have no connection with any actual person living or dead. The phone number is fictional. * Andy (or Andrea, whichever he happened to be at the moment) had preferred wearing 40B bras. Oh sure, he had others in his collection, ranging from 36B to 38B -- that he adapted with strap extenders. But for th...
I suppose this is the point in the story where I express guilt or uneasiness about what I had done with the busty twin daughters of two of my closest friends, and what I had allowed them to do. I suppose this is the part where I explain that I had some reservations about what we were about to do; that my mind was fighting itself about whether the situation I...