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Christmas Day brings further complications as Alex becomes more comfortable
in his silks and satins and dresses. Thank you all, as always for your support. I'm thrilled
that people are enjoying the story and the music links.
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
The Predator has Michele, a closet transvestite, trapped in her house and is taking his time as he takes his pleasure from her. He does not know she is a transvestite and thinks she is a sexy mature socialite; he's in for a surprise!
Danny did indeed find the expected treasure trove at the back of Penny's closet.
Penny had a hoarding mentality. She never threw anything out. This meant that the things Danny found in the back of Penny's closet were things that she had outgrown, but they fit Danny just fine.
Brian’s smug feeling of triumph over the Dragon Lady was short-lived.
He walked out of Goldwyn’s, out to the street, and immediately became self-conscious. He was suddenly aware of every facet of the female clothing he was wearing. He could feel the swirl of his slip and skirt over nylon-clad legs as he stepped onto the concrete sidewalk. The rush of air up his skirt left him feeling naked and vulnerable. The click of his high heels on concrete seemed to reverberate from the walls of the buildings. And he was convinced that somehow, everybody in the city had developed a kind of x-ray vision and could immediately tell that he was a man.
This is partly a continuation of the story; I've combined it with another idea that has been running around my head for a while. Relationships need understanding and effort. Ya' gotta talk... and listen. Is submission, weakness?
Both parts are self-contained but complement each other. It is probably better to read Pt 1 first as an introduction.
This one is atypical in that it gets somewhat kinkier than the first, but the existing characters seem to fit so... Don't worry its not too twisted.
Michele, a closet Transvestite in her forties, likes to dress up whilst home alone; little does she know she is going to get paid an unxepected call by an uninvited visitor; The Predator; an evil break and enter man who has been terrorising women in the city.
I must admit, this story almost wasn’t published due to some silly misgivings — perhaps even nervousness. Now, it is published and this is the prologue of a transgender story I just didn't want to let go. Thanks to those who gave support and insisted I publish this book. It is done and I await the fates.
Danny sipped a warm cup of tea and blinked her bright blue eyes across the room as she focused on her surroundings with interest and curiosity about what this place was, perhaps for the first time she could even remember.
When Monique said she would tidy, she TIDIED!! By the time Monique faded, Danny was exhausted. He felt like he should be drenched in sweat, but while there were a few spots of marinara sauce on his mom's apron, he felt fresh. Half afraid, he looked in the bathroom mirror but while his hair and makeup were immaculate and as they had been since his look in what he thought of as the Penny mirror and he still sported the gold chain necklace with now three pearls, there was no Monique usurpation this time. The house was spotless, the dinner was all prepared, the table set - just as his mom did it when she had her girlfriends over for tea and bridge he noted - and Monique's voice whispered in his mind that the chicken parmesan was due out of the oven in half an hour, approximately ten minutes after Valerie was due to arrive.
Bobby is reunited with two people he thought he'd never see again, but Cori, Terri and Aunt Joan seem to have disappeared. Could they have been part of the dream he's woken from? If so, then why is he still wearing a frilly pink dress?
Sandy was not happy with her mom, but her dad made things worse. Would the sleepover make things better or worse? What will her dad do if he found out about the sleepover? Is Sandy still upset with Em?
Thanks to Rebekkah deMere for her expert nit-picking that helps me keep the story on track. Thanks also to Crystal (C.Sprite) for her excellent story “I Can’t Go Home Like This”. It reminded me of some personal experiences that will be turning up in this and the next few chapters. You can find that story at Crystal’s Story Site.
Will Matt be allowed to discover and accept his inner self?
Or will he be stuck being someone he doesn't want to be?
How much does love and understanding by
someone else affect the outcome?
This is my first effort, with a few minor tweaks. Some of you may have seen it at FM some months back. For those that haven't...
The follow up will be posted in a few days.
His wife's infidelity forces a young man to re-evaluate his life. A gentle tale of self realisation.
Danny recoiled. Pearl had told him he was a girl because he could see the pink mist around the lamppost, and now he was seeing pink mist again, around a letter that hadn't been there moments before. He wasn't a girl! At least the last time he'd stood to piss he wasn't. He snuck a hand down to check and felt the familiar bulge and was reassured till he looked in the mirror and saw the made-up face, hair, and shoulders of a person who looked disturbingly like Cristina Aguilera, definitely a girl. What the hell was going on!? He tried once again to change his face back to a more masculine look by reaching for the makeup remover. Blinkswitch! He found himself with a piece of paper in his hand and the opened envelope on the vanity. Glancing in the mirror and seeing no further feminization, he decided not to push things and read:
Mary relizes she doesn't even know Sandy's favorite color. “I'm really not doing that good a job as a mother, am I? I’m so ashamed.” Mary was going to cry, so I pulled her into a hug before she lost it. “Oh Mary don’t cry, I’m sure you’re doing the best you can. No one is perfect.” Mary said, "I really need to get to know my S ... ah daughter."
"The long and winding road that leads to your door,
Will never disappear, I've seen that road before It always leads me here,
leads me to your door." -- The Beatles
A Life Ever Changing #44
The Final Chapter
by Angel O'Hare
We drove through, and passed several huge homes and a few where you only saw a gate and driveway. It took us another five minutes to get to Betty's estate. When we pulled up to a set of beautifully carved, solid wooden gates, Harry stopped and pressed a button in a box attached to his sun visor. The gates slid open slowly, and I entered a different world…
"Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me..."
- Gus Kahn, Wilbur Schwandt and Fabian Andree
A Life Ever Changing #43
Dream a Little Dream
by Angel O'Hare
Oh GEEZE! Barbara had a large manila envelope in her hands! She was smiling ear to ear and giggling as well! I knew what she had and I didn't like it much! Sylvia had given her some of the pictures! I made her promise never to show them to anyone. I don't think she meant it! I saw her keep her fingers crossed as she promised me and we all know what that means!..
Dennis is a stunt man, er... boy, er... young adult. Being of slight build, although muscular, he didn’t get into sports when in middle and high school. No, he was far too deeply involved in the motion picture business by then. It all began when he was less than a year old and snowballed from there.
Patrick Reece never went to college but ended up paying the bills by working in a diner. But he had a plan to better himself by writing original songs.
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