“Hey, Mistress, wait up!” Adam yelled from the dining hall entrance. Evidently he had been distracted by someone or something as we left. I had barely noticed, occupied instead by an increasing number of ideas for what to do with our walk to the library. My original plan had been to have a little harmless fun testing his suggestibility on the way, check out Dr. Mattice’s book once we got there, and try to find a quiet place to complete the conditioning removal procedure. I could send him on his way deprogrammed and none the wiser, no real harm done except taking up some of his evening.

“...and that thing people say about being able to leave if your professor is 15 minutes late? Nicole, I’m telling you it is not true. I learned that the hard way.” Adam paused to look down at his burger in a mocked expression of shame. I had only been half-listening to the story, but at least knew that I needed to jump in at this point to make it look like I was paying attention.

Gender and Ethnic Studies
by
Tylera

This story is a homage and tribute to the absolutely wonderful recent story "Gender Studies" by Karen Elizabeth L., which is to be read in Conjunction with this.... this is basically a tribute to this.

Maxie’s “Dutch Treat” (Part 2 of 2)

Recap of Part 1:

Synopsis: My name was Marc; friends call me Maxine. I was raised in a single parent household with no male role model. Mom and two sisters made sure I was pretty as I grew up. As a result I am attracted to a femine way of life, women's clothing and men. I've never left a date disappointed.

A new neighbor is the catalyst that sends Tommy on a quest to become the girl of his dreams. The capstone of his transformation is a successful blind date with a hot guy.

Sunday Morning Pantyhose XXXIII

By

Tracy Davis

This is a true story of how my Mom feminized me as a teenager. She had caught me wearing her pantyhose the summer before seventh grade. I got the surprise of my life the first Sunday of junior high, when she bought me pantyhose and started encouraging me to wear them, and then it was all downhill from there. -- Tracy

Transformed But Never Redeemed

Chapter 1: Transformed

The First Curse

It was 3:00 AM, and the Thief…opened the large, ornate door. That was it. He couldn’t believe it. If his trusted Agent of so many years hadn’t been the one to tell him, he wouldn’t have. They had met earlier that day, in the busy food court of the local mall, the smell of bad Chinese food heavy in the air, stale, tinny pop music playing from some hidden speaker above their heads.

This is Sissy Sassi’s newest release! All you Sassi fanatics better get your headphones and dance to the world’s greatest sissy popstar!
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Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer
Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer
Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer
Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer

The music thumped as video began, ushering in a new era of pop.

This story is a scene set in Manchester England. A man comes home from work and finds his wife cooking dinner. This story is told from both points of view.

" Hi Michelle luv, I'm back! What's for dinner?"

Tony's back. I only hope he's not feeling too horny. I'm standing at the sink, washing up.

"There's a casserole in the oven. it should be ready in about ten minutes."

I can feel his eyes on me. I better turn the oven down.

Tony