My story begins in the summer of . My mother was killed in a car accident and since I had no father my aunt was rewarded custody of me. Beening years old and never had any other family members I though this would be great. Boy was I wrong. I was booked on the flight Friday morning from LA and going in a very small town in the country in Ontario Canada. i was a little nervous since I had never met my aunt.I had no idea what she looked like and I think she never knew what I looked like. I was very small for a teenage boy. Only . pounds.

Several days passed since my wife had enthusiastically endorsed my dressing. The biggest surprise for me was when she advocated my living full-time, as a female. I showered each morning and with her help, soon was able to do my own makeup and select my own clothing for the day. Since we were living in Florida, I spent hours laying in the sun by our pool, my body coated with sun-block and clad in the skimpiest bikinis. My tan became gorgeous and my tan lines ; they stood out, revealing to the world, my new status as a glamorous female.

Its a male who prefers to wear the clothing usually reserved for females. Since I was very young, feminine attire has attracted me. In fact, everything associated with being feminine or female has attracted me. I love dresses and gowns, skirts, pretty blouses, high heel shoes, pretty under-things and sheer nylon Being able to wear ones hair long and have it styled and get a permanent at a salon is another thing that as a male, I couldnt do. But in my feminine world, I could go to a salon, get a cute hairstyle and even have my nails done. Just the thought of being able to stroll out of such a place, leaving a sexy scent behind me, all the while giving no clue to anyone

I stood there, aghast, as my wife chatted with my boss, Jan. The two women obviously were good friends and possibly lovers. And my wife had also obviously had a hand in what had happened to me and would most certainly continue happening. Jan, Mistress or Ms. Stevens to me, dismissed me and sent me to my room. Sitting quietly there, I heard raucous laughter and giggling emanating from the dining room and later from the parlor.

Krystie beamed with pride as her name was announced by Ms. Dalton. The tall woman then stepped forward and draped a shiny white satin sash with golden writing on it over Krysties shoulders. The sash proclaimed "Little Miss Sweetheart ". Then Ms. Dalton placed a sparkling tiara on the twelve year-olds head, designating her as the winner of the contest. Nine other twelve year old girls rushed the podium where Krystie stood, hugged and kissed her and wished her a wonderful reign.

I hurried to my bedroom and carefully removed the frilly maids outfit and under-things, hanging the dress and petticoat in the closet. The shape-wear, I folded and stored in one of the dresser drawers. Then, I removed a sheer, fly-away baby doll nightie, matching thong and garter Both women were completely intoxicated and I was aware that they stripped and slid into the bed on either side of me. They immediately fell into a deep sleep and I too, closed my eyes and knew no more until the alarm clock rang at : in the morning. Jan awoke first, left the bed and padded out of my room. I heard water running and assumed she was taking a shower.

Halloween! Its the cross-dressers holiday, extraordinaire. But Id never been able to participate. But this year was different, vastly different. Halloween fell on a Sunday evening. My wife, who although she tolerated my dressing, never fully condoned it, sat me down in our family room and explained how things would be that evening. "First, I am going to insist that you dress up. Youre going to play the dutiful housewife and answer the door and hand out candy and treats to the children who appear on our porch. And, sweetie, THIS year there will be lots of children.

The severe-looking but sexy woman in black latex identified herself as "Lady Donna Latex" and made sure we each stripped in the privacy of a dressing room decorated in an utterly feminine and almost "sissy" style. Krystal and I finished undressing first. Our lady in latex grinned as she inspected our smooth bodies and our private parts. "You two sissies will soon see THOSE things go!", she exclaimed, pointing to our privates, "but for now, Ill make sure that they remain invisible and out of the way. Put these on!", she barked.

The rumors which had made the rounds at my office involved threats that the company was downsizing, re-engineering and right-sizing. These back-room confidences made the day-to-day business extremely tenuous for some of the longer term employees. I was one of these folks. I figured that this must be it for me. When I stepped into Jans spacious corner enclave, I was surprised that she greeted me so warmly. She asked me to sit down, make myself comfortable and would I like coffee or tea? I declined. "Well Stephen, lets get down to business then. Its no secret that changes are in store around here ; major changes.

The statement came from out of the blue. "Honey, would you like to go shopping?" That was my wife; another request for me to be the taxicab for a shopping trip. I hated shopping trips. It wasnt the drive over to the mall. I usually found some way to entertain myself once we arrived. But when she would insist I tag along with her; watching her squeak hangers and look at literally hundreds of garments. Well, it bugged me. I always knew exactly what I wanted when I went to the mall. I would find it, pay for it and be back in the car on my way home in no time. But my wife seemed to have to agonize over every detail of a clothing purchase.