A little history I started experimenting with cross-dressing in high school. When I had the house to myself I would try on my sister's things and once I figured out what fit I sometimes wore panties under my jeans, a bra under my sweatshirt, a garter belt, anything. I was always incredibly careful about when and where I did it, though. Before the incident...
This is a sequel to my story 'Two Cheerleaders, One Footboy' that I wrote after popular demand. A lot of context in this story cannot be understood unless you've read the first story. If you have not already, please take a look at 'Two Cheerleaders, One Footboy' to get a better idea of who these characters are and how they got in this messy situation. Enjoy!...
THE PROCEDURE The entire decorative procedure took slightly over two hours. Every five or ten minutes, Samantha would pause to stretch her hands and to adjust her eyes to the demanding task before her. Joel's lovely wife, Amy, sat comfortably off to one side of the room, watching everything on the overhead screen, admiring as the intricate design took form...
Part Time Helper Those first two days with the Walkers that I told you about in Part 2 were incredible. When they came home early and caught me wearing Mrs. Walker's lingerie and jerking off on their bed it changed my life. Mrs. Walker dressed me up in frilly, girly clothes, did my makeup, and then I had sex with both of them in every way imaginable. After...
Just one disclaimer everyone. This is a work of fiction. It is a story that was created for everyone's enjoyment. Under no circumstances should this be viewed as a script to cause harm to any real person. Any resemblance to any political party should be taken as purely coincidental, and in no way reflects the issues of politics today. Having said that, pleas...
There's not much dialogue in this one. It's mostly introspective storytelling and a tale of revenge. >>> >>> >>> My name is Jake Baxter. It's been a year now since the world as I knew it blew up in my face. I suppose that's not a fair thing to say. The world didn't just blow up; I blew it up myself. I pulled it down around me and...
The sergeant’s belly blew out just as he turned to speak to me. He’d taken a tumbling 7.92 from an IRA shooter that I guessed was up in the roof space of the derelict houses across the street. The problem was to go to ground within seven nanoseconds without making the sergeant’s plight any worse. But I just fucking pushed him over a hedge into a garden and...
Chrissy's minimum wage job working as a care assistant was stopping her from exploring her new found curiosity, her desire to change her wardrobe to suit her new tastes was also difficult. One lunch time sat in the staff room reading the local Free adds Chrissy saw an advert, a model was required for local photographic society, a good rate was offered more t...
Sheridy was the daughter of my mom's best friend. My mother and Sheridy's both seemed impossibly old to me, as I recall. But I was fascinated by the girl. Coming of age on the coast of Maine in the early 1960's was difficult. All those strong urges and no outlets. Me, I did whatever I could to hide my confused but powerful feelings; any erotic antics I ind...
My boyfriend has gotten me from being a shy wallflower to a brazen exhibitionist, walking around my house in the suburbs naked during the day. I have driven around town completely naked and enjoyed it. I have done quite a few things for him while he is at work and talking to me on my cell phone. I was surfing the net and rubbing myself when he called one mor...