Hey yall!!!! So I know I already have two stories going but I decided to add a third to the mix!! This is a commissioned story for Giratuno, who has a love for frilly sissies in ultra girly girl wear, sausage curls, and being totally and permanently emasculated! A bully who bonks their head and loses their memory? Hopefully the bully’s girl victim is nice an...
It came as a surprise. When Abigail received a message from his sister telling him to go to her room he was astonished. He never went into the family apartments until recess, so such a demand was abnormal. Bossy bitch, Abigail thought as he made his way there, but he didn't say it. His relationship with his sister had never been one of close kinship, they'd...
Scott's pov: I jumped as a hand slammed into the locker next to mine. I begrudgingly turned to see a boy who was a head taller than me, with short dark brown hair and green eyes filled with anger. "Hey Scott, how's it going." He spoke calmly but there was a hint of venom in his voice. This was Jason, my bully. Ever since he moved here he had been b...
When Jennifer went out onto the terrace William was nervous but relieved to be with someone his own age and gender, even if that person had been sissified just like himself. The two eighteen-year-olds regarded each other and their feminine attire silently for a moment before Archie at last broke the tongue-tied awkwardness. "Better make a start," he said,...
Jack woke up in the morning and was greeted to a beautiful sight. He watched Emily sleeping and was glad the day before wasn't just a dream. He reflected on how things had developed so fast and it was all thanks to Matt and his cock. As he thought of Matt's huge cock he noticed his clit had started to harden. He looked back over at Emily wondering if she wou...
Simon's arse remained sore for days, a constant reminder of his new role in life. Over the weekend the pain was severe, but the overwhelming feeling of his humiliation was compensation enough, and produced a warm glow through his body. His mind had been in turmoil all week-end. Sometimes the pain was unbearable, but he bought a cream at the pharmacy that rel...
A fine day, thick and hot making Miriam Hancock's face dewy with sweat. She gazed at the house. Was this the place? She checked the card in her hand. No mistake. It was an unimposing Edwardian terrace house in a street of equally unimposing houses, narrow fronted, three stories high, the windows heavily draped. She went up a set of steps to a porticoed door...
"Your financial accounting is abysmal, Miss Hancock." said the man from the Department of Inland Revenue. "Some of the necessary records are incomplete and others are totally missing. How can you hope to complete a Tax Return for your business without appropriate qualifying evidence?" Miriam Hancock eyed him with some malevolence as he poked the documents i...
The highly polished writing table was uncluttered, the only item encroaching its pristine surface being the letter of application Miriam Hancock had received from Emma Twist, the young woman who now sat stiff backed in the chair facing her. Miss Hancock folded her hands over the pieces of paper and gave the impression of ignoring them as she assessed the ca...
Titled people were a weakness with Miriam Hancock. She frequently spoke of them with harsh condescension, but the snob in her heart secretly rated them higher than wealthy businessmen, and so it was with some delight she agreed to the visit of the ennobled Marchioness of Wiggleswick. The delight had doubled when she discovered that in both Debrett's Distingu...