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Against his better judgement, a man gives his wife a very feminine piece
of lingerie for their anniversary. She does not appreciate the gesture and makes
an offer that he takes her up on.
He’s humbly agreed to be a bridesman for his friend’s wedding. But as he quickly discovers, prepping the bride-to-be might be easier if he embraces his feminine side.
Colin’s best friend from work, Gigi, is getting married soon, and she’s asked him to join her wedding party — an offer he is honored to accept. But there’s a bit of a problem. With his unmistakably male designation as bridesman, he’s finding it difficult to mesh with the bridesmaids and to assist the bride-to-be with any female-focused preparation. Fortunately, Colin has some wonderfully feminine qualities to him: long blonde hair, androgynous features, and an impressively petite figure. Qualities which, if he wants to make the most of his experience, he might want to lean into. Just as long he doesn’t find himself enjoying them too much…
This ~70,000-word, 295-page gradual feminization novel is about ambition, friendship, romance, and discovering all things girly for the first time! The full book is now available on Amazon for purchase or FREE with Kindle Unlimited!!
Preparations are underway as Donnie prepares to accompany his friend Mitch to
Hawaii as his girlfriend. Lots to learn and lots to buy, then the process of
getting comfortable pretending to be a real women out in the real world.
I kind of rushed right into this new series. I truly hope that you like this!
After his mother dies the only option Kris has is to take his kid sisters to grandma's house. But Massachusetts to Maryland is a long way to travel on only $50. How will they make it, will grandma be able to keep them and what kind of life can they expect?
This story is the story of how Madam Martinique, the head mistress of the finishing school that bore her name, had come to be in the care of the unforgettable Jane Thompson. It's based on Seasons of Change, copyright 1989 by Joel Larence, but more on the continuation of that original story into a series, copyright 1997 to 2008 by Tigger.
Suddenly a male model was called on the beach to do a take with one of the female models. Jessie's attention unknowingly switched focus from the girl on the beach to the male model. "Wow! That guy must have worked out tons to get that body!" he thought. As he watched the two partake in the photo session Jessie found himself observing an awful lot of the man. Look at those biceps and those abs…he felt himself getting a little flush. As Jessie continued to stare he found himself getting more and more aroused by the sight. His pretty painted hands found their way back to his chest and he began playing with his nipples. Whoa! Something about this felt very right indeed! He continued to caress his breasts as he stared down the male model. Look at how strong he is… amazing smile… what an ass!!!
"I think it's just cause your not used to wearing a nightgown and the pantyhose may be feeling different than the tights. How do you like your pantyhose anyway?" Amanda asked trying to change the subject.
"I was a little hesitant mom but I absolutely love them! It's almost like I'm not wearing anything. I like the feeling of the air flowing under my nightgown also. It feels cool especially when I do this."
Just then Jessie twirled around quickly several time as his nightgown ballooned up from the airflow.
"Wow, look at you. Maybe you should be taking up dancing," the ladies amused at his performance.
As we go about our daily lives do we really see the world we live in, or do we pass by things left unseen? Look around. Smell the coffee before you take a drink, and watch a cloud. Without realizing it, you could see...
Edited By Nora Adrienne with Special Thanks To Terry Naut and to Heather Rose Brown for the Illustration!
After Kelly has saved her best friend and soul sister from the kidnapper Pastor Linden, she must face her hatred and overcome it or live with bitterness as her heart grows cold and bitter.
She was right. Ashley knew what she was talking about from her past experiences. If he was going to get better he would have to follow the same path as she.
"Yeah, I agree with you Ashley. I don't look dumb though do I?" Jessie asked being a little self conscious.
"You look fantastic babe. Why don't you put your shirt back on and see how you like it?"
Jessie put his t-shirt back on and looked down at his shirt. It was a little odd because he could see the two distinct bumps pushing out through his shirt very clearly now. They were perfectly formed and protruded slightly. Something in the back of his head told him that there was something not quite right about this but he couldn't place it. "It's probably nothing," he thought.
Ashley had to choose her words wisely she thought. Jessie looked so delicate and fragile sitting there with his knees together and hands gently overlapping each other.
"Well they don't make too many things to deal with your problem. There is something that works wonders but you may be opposed. The only thing I can think of that would help is a training bra. It would be perfect for you."
"Oh hell no! What are you insane?!? I'm not some sissy who walks around in girl's underwear for thrills." Jessie was upset. Perhaps a burst of energy from his male side needed to come out for a fight...even if it was a losing battle!
CAUTION This Story contains the clinical retelling of a Rape scene. CAUTION
Seconds later, I felt someone else grab my hands, and squeeze them tightly. “Please don’t hurt yourself. I love you, too,” I heard Lisa plead through tears. “I can’t imagine what it must be like, but please don’t give up? I need you, Daddy! I don’t care whether you’re my daddy, my aunt or my mom. I need you!” she cried. Like my mom, Lisa reached down and kissed my cheek, leaking tears on my shoulders. Then she let go, and someone else grabbed my hands.
I was beginning to feel they had lined up, no, ganged up on me. One after another, they battered me with their love ... brutalized me with their compassion.
"What the hell are you wearing?!?" Jason asked in a standoffish, shocked way. His best buddy was fully clad in a girl's leotard and tights with his hair braided and tied with a frilly scrunchie.
"It's my new workout outfit...pretty cool huh? My mom could tell your mom where she bought it if you want one too," Jessie generously offered his friend.
"No way wierdo! You look like a freakin' girl dude! Are you going gay or what? I mean look at your hair! Did you flippin' pad your chest too, you homo?"
"No Jason...I...ummm," Jessie felt the tears begin to well up. He couldn't understand why his friend was being so mean.
"Those are tights Jessie. The kind you see wrestlers wear...I thought you might want to have the whole outfit, so I splurged and got you them," his mom offered.
"Cool! Why don't they have openings in the bottom of the legs though?"
"That's the way they are designed. You don't notice it with wrestlers cause they usually wear boots....and no, I'm not buying you the boots too."
"I guess I will take what I can get. I'll be right back!"
Jessie ran upstairs with his new workout gear. This was pretty cool...he wondered how jealous Jason would be when he saw these?
What would you do to get ahead in life, in love? Would you turn your life upside down; move to a foreign country; abandon your job, your home, your family? But you wouldn't change your sex! Would you?
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