It had been two weeks since my trip to the waxing salon. I hadn't thought about anything else since then. I kept thinking about how free I felt sitting on the table in the salon, naked, while so many people were allowed to walk up and view me. I wanted to believe that all those women were concerned for my well being and wanted to be sure I was being taken ca...
Sometimes a man wants to experience what it’s like to be a woman. In this story you will experience a makeover, go on an adventure, and at the end of the day you can go back to your old life. Maybe it’s not for you. Maybe it’s for a friend who you will take on a date. All of this is consensual and in a variety of scenarios. Starting off there are real world,...
Writer's note - this is the fourth in what is intended to be a series of short stories about April - a petite, attractive, mature, married, redhead. Each story will stand in isolation though the length and depth is likely to develop with each new story so it might be best to start at the first story and work your way though. Today April has an encounter wi...
Ashley sat nervously on the bus. It was busier than she thought it would be on a lazy Sunday afternoon. The bulkiness between her legs was all she could think about. The crinkling every time she squirmed was like thunder to her. She had checked her outfit over and over in the mirror. She made sure that her dress covered her newly bought princess diapers but...
Hydraulics squealed as the lift brought the gleaming tube car up to street level. It was a new model, an import; the kind of personal vehicle that only the upper class could afford. It's bright blue metallic paint and brilliant white marker lights stood out against its new surroundings as the platform it rested on rotated, aligning with the sidewalk. The doo...
When Laura Ford-Ramsey removed her coat and handed it to Karen, it was no surprise that underneath she wore only bra and knickers, suspender belt, stockings and high heels. Mrs Ford-Ramsey had been a client at Valentino for more than a year and for most of that time it had been her custom to arrive for her fortnightly beauty treatment semi-undressed. She kne...
This story was told to me by a friend. He claimed it was a true story that happened several years in the past when he was in the Air Force and stationed near London, England. I thought it was worth putting down in writing. I'm going to use the personal pronoun of "I" for writing this story. I worked in an Air Force Headquarters where there were many majors...
I'm a non-passable middle-aged cross dresser who is just beginning to share my secret with the world. Here's one way that I'm starting to do it. Last time I needed a haircut, I went to a beauty salon that's a little off the beaten track in our town. Turns out the staff consisted of two very petite, middle-aged Mexican women. I must have surprised them becaus...
Lucy is the poster child for conservative. At 25 she runs a successful Ad agency. Yet she's never done anything wild. She has grey business pant suits and her glossy black hair that is always in a tight bun. Kara, her best friend keeps trying to help her loosen up. Finally she thinks she has the answer. There is a new BDSM salon that opened up "Ms Sarah...
A torrential downpour fell in sheets throughout that windless afternoon, dancing on the pavement and splashing in the grassy puddles. Marissa darted from her car and rushed towards Flaviana's hair salon, holding a plastic grocery bag above her head in defense against the pelting rain. I watched from fifty meters away, sheltered from the downpour as I huddled...