You know the usual rules, you should not be here unless your 18. Go away otherwise, because if you don’t, well someone might find out about your little problem and confront you. Maybe you’ll get what you have always wished for. You know what you want, to be girl, or dress like one or maybe get that cute pink satin dress with white tights and Mary Jane’s.

Time to get ready! The fashion show is mere hours away and David West, assisted by his ever-loving friends, is starting a long journey that will affect his life in ways even they did not predict. Realizations, cross-dressing and ballet related embarrassment, all in The Catwalk Chapter Two.

Without a trace part 7: the truth of the hall

With the wedding approaching, the reality that a two bride ceremony will let the entire world know Don and Darlene are the same person. What do you do? Gather your friends and family and celebrate!

Now it's Jenny's turn to meet Darlene's family. Just to keep things interesting, Darlene's mother is marrying Don's childhood best friend's father, so Darlene has some introductions to make herself. Along the way Darlene invents double-cross dressing.

Synopsis: On the job day two.

Chapter 16

A chance encounter in the laundry room leads two lonely people into something far beyond what either could imagine. All it takes is a sense of curiosity, an open mind and a bit of unrequited lust.

(The Darlene saga was my first attempt at writing fiction that wasn't purely sexual. By the time I finished the series the sex scenes were mostly a distraction that didn't contribute to the story. So here is the R rated version of how Darlene and Jenny found each other.)

"He'll have his suspicions, but there's no need to worry - just swat him away, like any girl would a snoopy thirteen year old boy."

"I can't wait, Susie: it's my dream come true - a randy teenager feeling me up."

"I know, Jeffrey - and I promise you, I'll be doing that later."

In this whole adventure I was never so conscious of looking girly as at this moment. Maybe it was because we were standing in near darkness on the shoulder of a busy highway, and I could see my little twill skirt flutter in the wake from the passing cars. Maybe the fact that my uncle, who was only slightly taller than me, was on his knees before me, and for once, now that I was looking down into someone's face, I felt a stab of pity mixed with the joy of feeling (for once!) taller.