Chapter Three -- Michele's Story The four Wrens of Collins Division woke at 'call the hands' at 0640. Doris had got out of bed at 0600 to prepare breakfast and was in the galley. She'd tried her best to do her makeup and dress like a Wren but she still looked like a 'scranbag'; not that it mattered, in the steam filled, greasy kitchen. Her hair was matted...
Chapter Two – Wren Division Ho! The four Leading Recruits were hungover and hungry and in the grey dawn and cold bleak light of day they weren't sure that their prank was really worth it. They entered the cabin and found the four 'Wrens' stood at attention and immediately began to break down in laughter. "Of my fucking god you guys look stupid!" Jean Burge...
In the first few weeks after Li had discovered my crossdressing fetish, I worried constantly about her changing her mind and telling my wife about my activities. However, the more time I spent with her, the more confident I became that she was genuine. Since Li's husband, Ronald, was hardly ever around we were in very little danger. Even if my wife, Chelsea,...
Date: March 22, 2019 Author: Kirsten Addison Subject: Chrysalis of Kirsten Chapter 1 By KirstensubTS My name is Steven aka Kirsten. This story is about how I went from a closet cross dresser to becoming a full time transsexual slave. This story is mostly true, based on my journals with dramatic license to make it more exciting and readable. Names have been c...
Michele cleaned herself up as best she could in the bedroom; she only had the small sink but the water was hot and she had some face cloths and towels. She checked the door again and was happy that the chair jammed against the door handle would hold. She shucked out of her skirt and blouse, and her come-stained knickers and hose. She removed her wig and wash...
Chapter 3: Carl Blake's mind could not shake the image of the pair of sexy red panties hidden in his room. As he ran down the stairs to answer his mom's call that Carl, his best friend, was here, all he could think about was the sensual scarlet satin of the boyshort panties with their red lace details. His mind could not help dwelling on how he had rubbed h...
The divorce was final, the dust was settling, and life was good. It wasn't good just because I was free to date and enjoy myself with whoever I wanted. It was also good because I had all the time and privacy I wanted to enjoy my secret fetish: crossdressing. I could draw the shades; get dressed; and enjoy all of my satin, lace and nylon. And there was a lot...
The first thing I notice is the chair. It's the only item of furniture in the room, apart from a table holding cuffs, chains and some leather items whose purpose I can only guess at. The chair sits in the middle of the room, on a large blanket that provides the only covering for the floor. This is where my training will continue, where I shall learn more wha...
Chapter Six: Bliss Michelle Murphy studied Tony Carlotta carefully as she sipped her Chateau Lafleur 1982. Only the best for Tony. He was a big man for sure but he carried his weight well distributed on his large frame. In his dark Italian-cut, hand-crafted suit he looked distinguished and projected an aura of wealth and power. To put it crudely; he looked...
My wife had recently found out about my crossdressing. She was a little upset at first, but then seemed to be more accepting of it as time went by. I came home from a business trip a couple of weeks ago to a welcome that I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams. I had taken quite a few of my clothes with me, and spent every minute possible on my tri...