My name? I cannot really remember, it's like a dark cloud shields it from my mind's eye. If anyone must call me anything then call me Bael. What am I? I cannot answer that either, my mind is unclear and everything related to my personal past seems lost to me, almost as though it were sealed away. What is my gender? This I can answer; I am both, male and fema...
Ashley and I virtually grew up together. She is a year older than me. Our parents were friends and she was like my big sister. Usually this type of relationship fades when puberty starts, but that was unique about her. She is very loyal and caring. Not that she is a saint by any means. She is not easily influenced by outside sources or opinions of others. We...
CSU Tales: Ann Author’s note: CSU Tales are a loosely related set of stories detailing certain fantasies based on my college years. The characters, Ann, Betsy, Cindy, Lisa, and the narrator, are based on real people. We all met at our university’s Chritian Student Union (CSU) and all of us were born again Christians. However, we were not nearly as uptigh...
My Next Move Barely awake, I tossed and turned as I heard birds singing their early morning chorus. I remember stretching before falling back to sleep. When I finally awoke I realized I was in Tonya's bed; my dress was still on but not my heels. My thoughts turn. I concentrate on last night; my first date, my first blowjob, and my first fuck. It was...
If I was truly to be a woman, it could not just be at home, so we started venturing out. The first time was just a walk down the street and back again. I wore trainers as many women do, the original dress (of course) for good luck, and a coat as it was quite cool. I was shaking, but managed. Slowly we increased the time and range of our adventures, but alway...
After my birthday my crossdressing became known at work, but I still went there as Michael. A few women said I should dress as Michelle, but I noticed some men had become standoffish with me, and did not wish to make a scene. I was also still shy, and only dressed under relatively protected conditions with my family or Anne or Kathy. Maurice said that there...
This is the third part of my story about how I became Jill. My relation with Rikki takes a serious turn and I learn more about what life with her will be like. Each day Rikki gives me an article about a female led relationship. The article on Monday is about a couple in their thirties who are dating. The woman makes most of the decisions when they are in pu...
Steve pulled up at Cindy's house a few minutes late. Although normally punctual, he relaxed on Saturdays. There were three cars beside hers in the driveway but he didn't think much of it knowing he would be occupied with a list of chores. He parked his truck on the street in front of the house, irritated that he was unable to park closer since he had tools t...
Laura took a systematic approach to most new experiences. Starting on the Monday after her encounter with Don, and after she finally sent her reply to his e-mail, she spent ten minutes each night wearing high heels. Other than putting on the shoes, and cushioning them slightly with sheer nylon toe socks, she did nothing unusual. She just walked from one plac...
It starts so very randomly and unexpectedly. I am sitting in a cafe during lunch time in a mall not too far from my Los Angeles suburbs house. And I call my wife Archana. She does not answer. I get a text message instead. - Sorry Ninad, in a very important meeting at office. Will call later. Anything urgent? I stare at the message for a few seconds. With q...