**I highly recommend reading The Gender Pill: Part 1 to catch up on the storyline. To do so, view my works on my profile page, and please read my other works! Thanks for reading :) ** The Gender Pill: Part 2 I didn't always want to be a woman. Up until the age of 12, I don't remember ever wanting to try on female clothing or feeling as if I wasn't the boy...
It was about 9:45 by the time we arrived and parked. The place was called an adult theater, but it didn't look like a theater, at all. I don't know why, but I had a mental image of an old-school movie house. It was just an isolated building in a run-down, semi-industrial area. The building was old and had probably once been a warehouse. It had a large, bri...
Tempting, isn't it? Being in a room or just being aware of there are drawers filled with lovely, feminine underwear. The kind of feminine garments you have dreamed of wearing for sometime, your fantasy you've longed to make a reality. How could a pair be noticed missing? There are so many and they wouldn't suspect you, not the straight going masculine male t...
Angela was well on her way down the highway by the time Michael had realized that his wife had bought him a maid’s outfit. It was the next step in her humiliation of him, he thought to himself. She had pleasured herself at his expense all night then taken him shopping while he was dressed as a woman. Then she made him go down on her in the dressing room and...
Prefix: Welcome to my next erotic story. This story will be written from the point of view of a Transvestite Dominatrix. It is a new twist in my mindset as I normally identify as submissive and as a sissy maid and slut to a dominant Master. It's my 'kink' but I have danced around in my mind a story from a position of Chantel being a true Transvestite Dominat...
The night was sure to be exciting. Mary was waiting for her husband to get home from work. She was dressed as instructed, in a long faux-fur coat and nothing else except her black 3 inch heels. Her nipples were already hard at the thought of going out on the town practically nude. Mark pulled up a few minutes later in his BMW and honked the horn. Mary glance...
Chapter Four: Chantel Hams it up with Kerri and Friends. Beep, beep, beep, my alarm clock goes off. Lying under my fluffy covers and on my satiny bed sheets, face mushed half buried in a pillow I awake, glance at that damn clock and see 9:00am. It's Sunday and I do not have to be up at any specific time but I do not really like sleeping in as I feel it wast...
FORWARD: This is the third of five episodes of the Dressed for Disaster saga, immediately preceding “Vendetta’s Diary.” Patrick Summers wandered the streets of lower Manhattan in an aimless fog, the chaos surrounding him a lurid backdrop for the turmoil between his ears. He had just suffered two tremendous shocks: his narrow escape from the collapse of the...
I awoke the next morning still dressed in Carla's purple panties, stockings and matching bra. The rampant rabbit and the dildo were beside me on the bed. There were traces of the lip-gloss on the duvet and the heady, pungent smell of cum. Carla's panties were stained with the stuff. I figured I had a lot of cleaning and clearing up to do. I felt a sense of...
I am John and my wife is Karen. She is about 5'8" and what some folks would call "thick", with a 40DD chest and smaller hips. She is not fat, but is big boned like Anna Nichole Smith. We were in Houston for a few days. On Saturday night we went to a local swing club for a "wear your swim wear" party night. Karen wore her one piece swim suit with a light cov...