The Shop at the End of the Road: a teenaged boy strikes a Faustian bargain with an ageless woman, incurring a debt that can never be repaid...

Stepping Over: a subtle rift in time and space allows young Kim Taylor a glimpse into a life he might have led...

Tell Me True: a mysterious door leads to a world of secret, feminine delights for a lonely, neglected child...

In this classic piece from the Cynosure collection, a beautiful young tranzie discovers a secret doorway to another world - but it doesn't lead to Narnia! Finding herself on the wrong side of the mirror, Bianca Woodrow discovers that the brightest of dreams can give way to the darkest of nightmares - one in which she might be trapped until the end of her days...

So, my good friend Daisy has finally fulfilled her dream of being a runway model! During a recent visit to our local plaza, she was offered five hundred dollars to model lingerie in the main concourse. The rest, as they say, was history.

Seventeen year old "Katrina" is forced to dress up as a little girl prior to a mercilessly long tickling by her cousin Karla. This unexpected humiliation seems to go on forever: when the torment is finally complete, "Trina" realizes she will never be the same again.

Crescendo

Groaning in abject humiliation, 'Nessa peeled her sheer cotton panties down to her knees, revealing her sleek, naked bottom-cheeks to her step-father. She wept in undisguised shame, tears glistening on her cheeks like liquid diamonds. She hated being spanked like a naughty little girl, it was degrading beyond all description –

Especially since she'd been born a boy.

Robbie Ashton lay in bed, listening to distant night-sounds fade into morning darkness. The house was in low pulse; his parents had been asleep for some hours. Outside, the dawn was empty save for the weary drone of some long-distance driver vanishing down some far away highway. Robbie loved these deep, quiet hours. The world seemed to begin here, and the day was still waiting to be born. He waited out the long minutes, patiently marking the passage of the stars past his bedroom window...