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This is a story that can put the fear into every one of us girls. To get so close to the magic end, you can see the end of the rainbow, the pot of gold is there you can touch it, you’re fingers can touch it but you can’t pick it up. Then it is snatched away from us and our lives are now worse than they were before. With the exception of our memories. I have reached a stage in my life were I consider myself to be a non-practicing TG/transvestite. My soul still craves those things, but time and circumstances no longer allow for such indulgences.This well written story really appeals to me, I can suspend belief for a few minutes and just live the life of Steve; his damnation in the end seems almost insignificant. The joy of the ride makes the journey worth the price of the admission. This is not a story for someone who wants a fluffy, happy ending. Rather it is extremely thought provoking and worth the ride. I would highly recommend this scholarly work. Reviewed by Another, less talented Kelly [email protected]
A Perfect Fit     Details
Cute Story,Now how can i get THAT body(Sans Breasts,I like a c Cup) For Christmas? I'll Be sure to leave santa a note!
Ho, Ho, Ho     Details
Loving it! Please keep it going, this story is in the best tradition of everything I LOVE about fantasy with the added bonus of the TG twist. I'd love this story even without that, this is how good it is.
A Fistful Of Dragons     Details
I loved miss kitty’s story and it reminded me of my own which I’m inspired to recount. When my mother passed, I, at age 15 had to move in with my aunt Sue. She lived some distance away so that I lost all contact with my friends. Sue lived in Springfield in a cozy little house in a quite neighborhood And had a little ladies dress shop which featured rather stylish though tasteful dresses and the like. She was also an excellent seamstress, making clothes on order. Though she was highly regarded by the ladies who shopped at her store, she was barely getting by financially. After searching for a job (un successfully) I asked her if there wasn’t something I could do to help her out. “Well” she said “ do you think you could do basic accounting?” Yes I said, telling her I had done well in school. In her shop she had a small room that opened into her main shop itself. There I would have a desk and could easily handle the receipts and credit card stuff. The following Monday we gave my working for her a try. I must admit it was a bit embarrassing, sitting at my desk and seeing the occasional lady emerge from the dressing room in just her slip as she selected another dress to try on. But , things went well and aunt Sue was positively delighted “oh Danny, with you taking care of the paperwork, I can get so much more done”. “Why just today we did over $3,000 my best day ever”. “Well, I like the work and I’m so happy to be of help”. She gave me a big hug and told me how pleased she was with me. Things continued to go very well until that Friday when, after work, she looked dejected and asked me to come sit with her . I asked what was the matter and she said “mrs Jenkins who has been a customer of mine took me aside and in no uncertain terms told me that she would no longer patronize my store as she was seen, in her undies by the boy you have working there” I apologized profusely but she was adamant. “Finally, “ I said “ oh Mrs Jenkins, I will replace the boy with a girl at once. “Well good” she said and flounced out. “So you see, Danny I can’t keep you on and I can’t afford to hire anyone.” I puzzled over the dilema until she looked me over strangely and then said ...”there is one possible way if you wouldn’t be too embarrassed. “ what is it” I said “I really want to keep working” “well” she said “ if we were to dress you in girls jeans, shoes and top, and you wore one of the wigs i have I don’t think anyone would think you were a boy and we could just continue our successful ways. “ I sort of thought I should be reluctant but actually I was sort of thrilled at the thought. “Well we can try it, I guess” I said and she gratefully hugged me and said “oh thank you, thank you thank you!” The following morning Aunt Sue brought in the girls jeans and somewhat frilly girls blouse and girls loafers I was to wear. I dressed myself and went to show her how I looked and at first she was pleased but then she said “ oh dear, your jockey shorts are bulging”. Let me get you some undies that are right for those jeans”. To my secret delight she handed me a rather plain pair of nylon, “granny”:panties . I acted as if it was no big deal and went to my room and changed. “Oh god” they felt so nice and my jeans did look better . the wig she selected was a cute page boy in sable brown with eyebrow length bangs (I loved it) but acted indifferent to its charms. The fact was I really looked kind of cute. A little cardigan sweater in pink completed my outfit, or so I thought till she pulled out a tube of lipstick. I started to object when she said “ honey, it’s very pale pink, just enough to substantiate your impersonation. We had another very good day and several ladies traipsed by my little office, noticing the “girl” there. So, all seemed right with the world till the following Monday when Aunt Sue took me aside and told me that I was just too flat. ( I do have a bit of a concave chest) She took me into the dressing room and told me to take off the girly sweater I was wearing and proceeded to hold up a pretty little “a” cup bra. “Do I have to” I complained but she said “ honey before you were looking barely plausible but now with your sweet little bra under that darling sweater and pearls and those ladies slacks you are totally convincing. All continued to go extremely well such that Aunt Sue told me that she was going to have a skirt sale? I didn’t think a thing about it till the following week when Aunty approached me and asked me for a special favor. “What is it “ I asked “Well” she said would you wear a skirt during the week of my skirt sale?” “Really” I said? “Sure” she said it’s hardly different then what your wearing now”. “Of course you will have to shave your legs. “I scowled” but was overwhelmed at the thrilling thought of being dressed up in a skirt outfit! As I was getting ready to go to work on the first day of the sale Auntie ran me a bubble bath and showed me how to shave my legs. I took over and after she left the bathroom shaved my self all over. I was now hairless below the eyebrows. During myself off I borrowed Aunties quilted satin robe and went into my bedroom where a sleek silk pencil skirt lay on the bed. I put on nylon white granny panties ( I had several pair by now) and asked Auntie to come back in”yes dear, need help? Screwing up my courage, I said, “shouldn’t I be wearing a slip with this skirt”. “ oh yes she said,” that would make your skirt hang perfectly”. “Why don’t you pick one out while I brush up your wig”. And what a thrill that was, sorting through all that silky loveliness till I found a gorgeous vanity fair full slip in white quiana nylon with lace at bodice and hem. When I put on the slip (girls, isn’t putting on a full slip or nightie just the most glorious sensation!? I swooned with delight, then the darling lacy fronted white blouse that just slightly revealed my slip and bra and finally the black skirt which fitted me perfectly stopping just below my knees. It zipped up at the back and I did a little flounce around before the full length mirror only to see Auntie smiling with a knowing look in her eyes. “Here, darling “ she said as she placed a black pearl necklass about my neck. Then she secured my wig, which looked adorable and said “o.k. It’s stay up stockings and these labouton 4 inch pumps with the darling satin bows and your ready for your makeup which I will do”. And “do, she did”. Smoky eyes with false eyelashes, luscious contouring and finally bright red lipstick which she told me I would need to freshen up frequently. She turned me to the mirror and holding me by the hand gazed at me and said “ you are loving this aren’t you” “ oh yes I said, I love being your pretend girl assistant. “ it’s more than that isn’t it sweetie, how’s about we dress you up all the time”? I smiled shyly and said, “I’d like that very much”
Kara's Gradual Transformational Journey - Part One     Details
I echo maltar's comment - very well done, well done indeed - it was excellent throughout. I did like the suggestiion as to what happens to little Michael - give it some thought and do a fast forward 10 or 12 years - now that would be a good twist...it needent be long - just descriptive. Donna
Halle Part 3     Details

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