When love returns. An older nymph finds love in the arms of a young boy and she is torn between her desire for his love and the urgent need to feed her nymphen hunger. It had become so much more complex than she remembered this process of transformation. So many passport issues and bank account transfers. The lawyer lying comatose on the bed across the roo...
FROM THE JOURNAL OF JESSICA WOODRUE: My name is Jessica Woodrue, daughter of disgraced brain surgeon, Doctor Jason Woodrue. I write this journal as a testament to his both his research and mine. My father worked on a project his was insanely passionate about - Project Gilgamesh. The goal of his research was simple: create the ultimate super-soldier. He und...
When we got to Barbie's she told me that we needed to start getting ready for my debut as "Jennifer". She had me take a shower, and then holding a razor, she climbed in with me and had me stretch out my leg so that she could shave it. Earlier in the day I would have objected, but I was already longing to get back into my sexy feminine clothes, and I wanted m...
((Author's note: I have made this story open to the public. I encourage people to post their own chapters and threads. If you are a potential writer want an idea of how the mirror works, read the first handful of chapters in my main thread to get an idea. You are under no obligation to make it function in the same way unless you want to, however. Have fun wi...
Translated by Pimanko. Chapter 7 The First Milking Stephanie had already been a prisoner at the Good Breast farm for ten days now. Claude, the dairy's director was regularly getting news about his newest acquisition's transformation. Claudine, his assistant, gave him daily updates about the journalist's transformation. "She's developing well," she told hi...
Chapter Five ACCEPTANCE The assortment of clothes in my pink suitcase reflected my taste and my curiosity about feminine attire but I didn't own a lot of things. Not as much as I would have liked, anyway, especially at this very moment. That is to say, I didn't own any 'sexy' lingerie. Or, what, in my mind would be considered sexy. It was just I never fel...
Soon after mom left I was given all the responsibilities to run the house. I used to spend most of my time with mom so i picked up on taking care of chores, i learned to shop, do our mani, pedi and facials, cook meals, wash and dry clothes. This helped in fitting into my new role easily but life was tough. Guys in the house never worked we barely managed on...
This is the continuation of my True Stories series, where I tell my readers about my real life adventures as a part time transvestite. In this instalment I will tell you about Buster, an admirer with whom I have I met up with a number of occasions. I warn you now that the story contains graphic sex, use of alcohol, mild bondage, use of recreational drugs and...
You wouldn't believe me when I say that today changed my life. Why? Well it all started with Randy Smith, a delinquent classmate in my college. We grew up together ever since middle school and we been good friends since then. He was your typical bad boy with slick blonde hair that matched his toned muscular body and that smile that would make any girl go i...
A lot of Black women in the world of BDSM consider themselves dominant, which is fine, but they seem to cater exclusively to White male submissive types. I take my clients anyway they come, since I am a professional dominatrix. I do enjoy playing with Black men, though. Unlike White subs, the brothers always make you work for it. My name is Shana Drummond an...