A two part story of a young reporter getting her big break in being assigned to do a feature article about real life Female Led Relationships As Erica approached the destination for her appointment in the upscale middle class neighborhood she had to admit to being a bit nervous and unsettled. Nervous because this was her big break, her first solo featu...
I pulled into the park as it was looking ready to rain. I didn't care. Even getting soaked in the rain would be better than hanging around my apartment while my landlord nagged on and on about my past due rent. I looked at my gas tank and saw it was close to empty. Definitely not in a hurry to get anywhere. I stepped out of my car and zipped up my hoodie as...
by a kept sissy As directed, he was waiting for me when I returned home. Seeing him in blouse, skirt, stockings and heels, makeup perfectly done, manicured and painted nails (he does them every morning after his household chores, for the evening ahead), seeing his very sexy hair style, hint of nice perfume, it's hard to tell he's not a real woman. And the b...
Their names were cute together which was only fitting because they were such a cute couple: Eric and Erica. Almost the same name, the same height, even their faces looked similar - his a masculine version of hers. Both were slim and attractive. Her hair was only slightly longer than his, and they had a running joke that they were twins separated at birth. Th...
The alarm rung. It filled the room with its obnoxiousness. Today wasn't a day for alarms to begin with. It was Saturday. Pam had only set it out of force of habit. Now she regretted it as the evil sound penetrated her ears. Her hand flung over the bed, onto the nightstand, and silenced the damn thing. Pam shoved the covers off, sitting up in bed. She took a...
My name is Steven aka Kirsten. This story is about how I went from a closet cross dresser to becoming a full time transgender slave. This story is mostly true, based on my journals with dramatic license to make it more exciting and readable. Names have been changed. This is who I am. A special thanks to Shy Girl Whore for her help with polishing this story!...
This is part two of my second story, "Our Steven, Our Stephanie". I want to thank the readers out there who have offered their kind words of support and desires for continuation for this story. I realize the chapters seem a bit short, but I like to try to end my stories at the cliffhanger points so as to leave the readers on the edge of their seats, so to sp...
In our last story, we found that Danielle had embarked on a first date as a crossdresser, an important step for any CD, but upon arrival to her date's home, is drugged and taken to a dungeon in the basement of a rather beautiful mansion. The story continues from there. In and out of consciousness, all I see is lights. The last words from Renee's mouth still...
Author's Note: This is a continuation of "Gym Meeting" published earlier. * It was my first week back at the gym after taking Kay home and being used as her pet. Sandy, our instructor, was all smiles as she greeted and led me to her office. She closed the door as she triumphantly told me she was so happy I had joined her circle of friends. She looked direc...
This is the story of a man who never realized the strength of his inner woman until he was in his thirties. It is a story of loving feminization and incest. The story is fiction. Everyone is eighteen, or older. I would normally post this story under the incest category, but I thought it would fit just as well under crossdressers. ***** I was thirty-three...