Charlie and James were twins. They both were very athletic and on the football team. They were both very competitive and manly. But the girls new that they both secretly had a feminine side, and they wanted to bring that out.

When they knocked on the door, Charlie’s girlfriend Ava answered. “Hey boys,” she said, “We’re all excited that you’re here.”

Scott looked over at the mousy brunette seated across from him and sipped his coffee.  It was hard to believe it had been two weeks since he’d seen her last.  She was dressed in a light sundress and sandals and had applied makeup for the first time since Scott knew her.  She adjusted her sunglasses and took a sip of the mocha leaving bright pink lipstick on the rim. 

“This is nice.” 

Karl and the others were so engrossed in formulating their plans on how to get Karen's programming they never noticed the mounting excitement in the air around them.

The rumble of a truck moving past the van woke him and for a moment Scott didn’t know where he was.  Then he remembered yesterday.  He reached up and felt the soft flesh on his chest.  Fatalistically he slid a hand between his legs and found his sensitive feminine sex.

Scott normally didn’t care much about how he looked, well excluding the week he’d spent as “Rhonda,” but tonight he knew that he needed to look his best.  His light brown hair was slicked back and the designer black jeans and shirt were intended to show off his athletic build. 

It was meant to be a typical week in a caravan at a British seaside resort: booze, birds and bonking. But when Gavin wakes up after their first drunken evening, he finds a Y-gina locked on his genitals, and he desperately needs to remove it.

Caution: This story contains language typical of many young British men; in other words, lots of swearing, including colloquial references to genitalia.

Well, promises were meant to be broken, thought Tiffany. And witches didn’t exactly have the best reputation for being trustworthy. For the rest of the day, Melissa wouldn’t let Tiffany out of her sight, and so Tiffany had to wait until early the next day to sneak out to the mall. It was really a silly argument but Tiffany was determined to prove to Melissa that nothing bad would happen if she went to that store.

		Weeping Willow Part 1 War of the Wills by **Sigh** Copyright© 2019 plaintivesigh All Rights Reserved.

15-year-old Bill is unable. Unable to obey, unable to live in peace with others, and ... unable to cry.

The Cottage
by
Michele Nylons


Chapter Three

Crossdresser Michele is snowed in, in a cottage with her randy uncle who does not know that she is trans. He fancies the pants off her and Michele uses his desire to her own advantage.

The Game
by
Michele Nylons


Chapter Four – The Railway Underpass

David receives his second dare from the Quizmaster and is punished for trying to find out who the Quizmaster is. Life without Marie and baby Rachael means David can spend more time as Petra.

SRU: Haiku
By Ellie Dauber
© 2001

Another old story, another high school football story, another experiment – this time, writing in haiku.

Haiku - a Japanese form of poetry made up of three lines of, respectively, 5, 7, and 5 syllables.

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Trouble and Strife

Chapter Five

Over the next two weeks, Shelley managed to get Charlie into a pair of panties on eight separate occasions. But he never managed to get his penis into her vagina before ejaculating. Naturally, Shelley played the role of poor, hard done by girlfriend to perfection as she celebrated every small victory and her husband’s ever-growing guilt. It was a Sunday evening, lying in bed together with Charlie's guilt at its highest when Shelley played the next card in her carefully stacked deck.

Chapter Three

The next morning, wearing a clean and dry pair of jockey shorts, Charlie headed into the office where he was met by knowing looks from Simon and a hug from Beatrice.

Beatrice was three years older than Charlie with a plump figure and an open, welcoming smile that spread all the way into her eyes. In her own way she loved both of the men she worked with but she found neither of them attractive. Preferring to gaze at the parade of young women that walked past the office window every day.

This is an attempt at writing a first person story. I'm not to sure of the results, but I tend to be hyper critical of my own work.

My name is Alex Winters. And this is my story. It's how I began to work for the absolutely strangest temp service in the world. I should have known something was up with them, but everybody does things over the 'net or phones now. And I needed the money. I didn't want to be a burden on my parents. Besides, temp jobs wouldn't be that strange. I sure got my eyes opened on my first job.

Lately I had actually enjoyed going to school. It had started when a group of documentary filmers had chosen our school to do a documentary about every-day high school life. This would be their fifth week here. The first week everyone tried to get their attention. They strongly discouraged that. Their goal was to be as unnoticeable as possible. Blending in into the background while filming with their carefully disguised cameras, as well as some fixed cameras. By the fourth week they had succeeded quite well. The students didn’t take more notice of them than they did of the poster for the Chess club’s next game in the state championships. Quite a pity, I had spent quite a lot of time making that poster.

So given that the film team wasn’t interested in any drama queens why did my best friend Phil come to school dressed as a girl?

Jacky is forced to undergo painful conversion therapy to make her a straight woman. Meanwhile, a sinister personality works behind the scenes to destroy Jacky and Jill in one swift stroke. Can Jacky resist the treatment? Will Chris save the day? Jacky's childhood trauma is finally revealed.

Leah was having a blast watching me change outfits, which made me enjoy doing it, It never felt like she was making fun of me or something like that, it was more like a bonding brother and sister thing for me, so I kept showing her how all fitted me. We were having a fun time.

“Dani, you really can pull off that androgynous look” Leah said at some point, “I work in fashion and I can tell you that it’s one of the most popular trends right now”.

“Really?” I asked amused.

I wanted to try a role reversal without magic, domination, unwilling participants, too willing participants, hypnosis, or technology not based in current capability. Guys are guys but the rules change around them. It took more words than planned.