Part one:

"Is that the hunky stallion who just moved into town?" Tommy asked his
aunt, the Fag-Hag about this openly gay, vegan muscle boy from across the
room. Tommy was the Fag-Hag's gay nephew and houseguest. He was visiting
from San Francisco and wanted to date loc Read more...

While Judge Elizabeth Porter and the others were busy buying presents for
the Christmas house-warming party, Margaret, Sian and I chatted as we
added the final touches to the barn conversion.

"When you were alone with her did she say anything or allude to
anything?" I Read more...

I sat there crying through my tears as I stared at the debris of what had
once been Emma's life- piles of books and makeup and clothing all spread
around her room whilst we decided what to give up and what to give away or
sell at a car boot sale. Emma had been a great sister to Read more...

I count myself quite fortunate as on leaving school I came into some
money and invested in the IT business at an early opportunity. My money
grew and now I find myself quite well off and run my own business. The
business has gone from strength to strength and we have a lucrativ Read more...

It had been at least 20 minutes since those nice women at the front
ushered me into the waiting room. What can I say? I was waiting...I
pulled the crumpled flyer I got in the mail out of my pocket and gave it
another quick glance. I had read the damn thing a hundred times bu Read more...

At dawn I woke with a start. My feminised senses had become attuned to
the slightest noise from the girl's bedroom. I tried to sit up but found
to my surprise and delight that I was still 'hooked' up to Sian. My
efforts disturbed her and she grumbled sleepily.

"Wha'ss Read more...

Part II - 4


Thursday, May 15

We'd just moved our things into Kate's parent's house for
the summer and were taking a break. Her mom had joined us
and said, "I was doing some spring cleaning and getting your
room ready for you and I fo Read more...

The stories on this website are works of fiction. Any characters
resemblance to persons living or dead is purely and entirely
coincidental. Any actions taken by the characters or the portrait of
such actions never occurred and if they mimic any form of reality, it is
purely Read more...

This is my third submitted story to Fictionmania with "The well of my
desires" and "Cyberterix Model 1X-RS-F" being the second. It has been
many years since I wrote those first two, and am planning on writing
more. I am actually in the process of writing a sequel to the second Read more...

After a week in my cage and dancing, Bruce or more properly Sir, sat
me down for a little chat. I was desperate to find a way out of here
and with the way I was dressed and held captive there was no way it
was going to happen unless I could catch Sir off guard. I had to get < Read more...

I didn't sleep too well even though I was exhausted mentally and
physically from the endless round of transsexual sucking and fucking I
had experienced for the past 18 hours or so. I was half awakened several
times during the night by being fucked up my ass (or as Kimberly and Read more...

I got home from one afternoonand found a parcel from UPS with my name on
it. I brought it up to my room and put it on my bed. I had to get my
scissors from my desk to break the tape and open it up. There was a card
inside. It was from Doug. It said to bring the contents for a p Read more...

"Mark, what are we going to do?" I said as I ran into Mark's room.

"Go have a swim," was Mark's reply.

I just looked at Mark, who obviously did not comprehend the predicament
we were in. "How are we going to pull off wearing swimsuits in front of
Aunt Jackie? You Read more...

I'm not sure how we met. I had loved to play trivia games at my favorite
bar especially when it was entertainment trivia. I never did as well with
sports but I wasn't horrible either. I always turned up on the same night
each week. I saw her many times but never tried to approa Read more...

I had just spent the most wonderful afternoon at Heidi's Salon. She had
made me her last appointment of the day so she would be able to perform
her magic on me. She had been styling my hair longer and more femme at
each appointment for quite a while. While I had always consi Read more...

I slept well that night and, unusually, I slept through the first rays of
sunrise. This was unusual because my entire life at sea had ingrained in
me a habit of waking with the sunrise unless some other incident woke me.


That Sunday morning I was still sleeping long p Read more...

My father pulled the lacy strap of the nightgown he had caught me wearing
back onto my shoulder, then stroked the top of my head. "Son, it's okay. I
understand how these kinds of things happen."

"If I don't understand what's going on with me," I thought, "how could you? < Read more...

Chris and I stood at the curb waiting for our cab. He was a mess. I did
my best to clean him up in the bathroom before we left. But, he didn't
look pretty. I felt terrible. This was all my doing. He didn't want
any part of this. Mark and Dave were home fast asleep. And, Read more...

The next morning, the Queen began her search by questioning the servants,
who she expected would know the palace gossip. Indeed, with her royal
assurance of confidentiality, they were eager to tattle, leading her to
conclude that promiscuity was the favorite pastime of the cou Read more...

I couldn't believe it! I just sat there stunned. Dead silent, my
mind blank as if stoned! Jessica looked at me and saw she'd said
enough and sat back, her face mostly impassive but faintly
registering sympathy and concern. Would I lose it, explode and
smash something? Read more...

"Christie and I decided that tonight was the ideal time for my ‘cumming
out party.' The question now is: where do we have the party?"

"I think I have the answer to that question, honey," Christie said. "Bob
has to get up early for work, we may have to walk back to our con Read more...

November 29th, 12:02 PM

A few thousand thoughts were running through my mind after catching that
news story about Tang Dettings. The bastard definitely got what he
deserved, whether he fell down some stairs or was helped. Of course I
knew in my heart he hadn't falle Read more...

I was so embarrassed I had to get out of there. "If you ladies and
gentleman will excuse me, I have to go powder my nose. Which way is the
ladies room, Christie?"

"Wait a minute, Gabrielle, I'll go with you." She picked up her purse and
mine, took my arm and led me dow Read more...

This is a true story about my introduction into the plight
of being female. It happened over a two-month period and it
is something I will remember and be with me forever. Janet,
my girlfriend at the time, taught me a few well-deserved
lessons.

Early on in our Read more...

Dear Chris

Please forgive if my writing sounds a little off, but I’m a
bit off tonight; a little loopy, in fact. I’ve been
drinking. It’s the only way I could get myself to write you
this letter. Wendy insisted I apologize to you and that I
post this letter on Read more...

My parents were out all day Saturday, so I felt the blood rush to my face
and my breathing get rapid and shallow as I climbed the stairs. I
searched through the laundry basket and found a pair of my mom's nylons.
In an excited state, I walked into my parent's room and opened my Read more...

During the Depression of the 1930s, even a 10-cent child's haircut was a
luxury that Michael's parents could hardly afford, and Michael's light
brown hair was long, giving him an a most girlish appearance. Even as a
little boy, he recalled, he was often to hear: "My, what a pr Read more...

The night passed with constant girlie dreams of Priscilla. Peter simply
no longer existed. At least at a dream level, 'The Battle of the Boy'
was feebly fought and forevermore foregone.

Keener, more experienced minds, however, knew that the 'war' was far
from over. In Read more...

I was a bored college dropout. Slim and nerdy, I wore my longish brown
hair in a short ponytail. I had once grown my hair down my back, but
this really accentuated my feminine body structure, and I was always
embarrassed at the occasional, "Would you like paper or plastic, mi Read more...

Luckily for me, the room wasn't too well lit -- just the emergency
lights, a candle on each table, and an occasional flash of lightning. It
was also a good thing I was walking arm in arm with Christie and Kimberly
when I walked into the ball room or I probably would have fallen Read more...