Steve Williams was sitting in an Arlington VA restaurant waiting for Maggie and Beth to arrive. He had to admit that he was interested in meeting Beth. He had read the entire report and watched the videos concerning what had happened three months ago. He still found it hard to believe. The idea of a person having their gender changed completely in only hours was frightening.

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and I was soaking in the sun as we bobbed at anchor off the Southern California coast. We had just finished a great picnic lunch and now we were just relaxing and talking. Bill and I were sitting near the stern and Sean and Karen were sitting near the bow. The two of them were an instant match and Bill and I were both pleased with our matchmaking. "This is so beautiful!" I exclaimed, as I took a sip of my diet cola. "I know.

Richard was right on time in getting home. When he walked in, I gave him a big hug. I told him to take a quick bath and to make sure that he shaved completely. I emphasized completely so that he knew I meant his arms, legs and all points in between. He looked at me quizzically but assured me that he would do it. I also suggested that he use my lilac bath talc after he had dried off.

They lay there for what seems like ages, just enjoying the euphoria of their shared warmth and fragrance. Eventually they rise and head for the shower together, each lathering up the other and washing off the sweat of their hungry and near desperate fuck. They both enjoy the feel of soapy sensation, the smoothness of their touches as their hands roam over the landscape of each others bodies. They retrace the curves and contours that each knows only too well, the geography of which the thief of time cannot steal away from

It was just after Christmas that Carol came up with THE idea to end all ideas. At first I couldnt believe it, not too long before that I had been VERY doubtful indeed about telling her about my dressing. But she had come home early from a Christmas concert rehearsal and found me, sat in the kitchen on a high stool, a total tart!! I had expected hours free time to dress, and got myself ready in just over an hour, bra and panties, tight short skirt hers, seamed stockings mine!, sensational high heels again mine!!, makeup, wig, long red stuck-on nails, the lot!

A unique, highly-charged experience, Ive been told, finding the most debasing, obscenely erotic act imaginable being performed by yourself! An aphrodisiac more powerful than anything derived through voyeurism. A few more gluttonous sucks on the turd, then Phil began to gag on the tremendous load shooting into his mouth. He had to gulp over and over to retain the evidence of the mans ecstasy. He paid gladly, giving Phil a , tip! With absolutely no sense of shame, he declared it was wonderful! A perversion he fully intended to try again and again. Almost as an afterthought, he turned and added that the most remarkable thing was that Phils turd tasted exactly

As a pink clock went off, a hand reached from beneath the bed sheet and fumbled with it. The hand knocked it on its back and around the night stand until it found the shut off switched. With a yawn, Paul slid one shaven leg from beneath the covers and then the other until the pink polished toes hit the rug below. With a yawn and a stretch, Paul stood up and in his night shirt and shuffled over into the bathroom where he locked the door and put the seat down on the toilet. "Happy Birthday to me," he thought as he hiked up the night shirt and

After a while we split, and went silently to different areas. Mom went down to the rec room, I suppose to sit and think. I went upstairs to my bedroom, to lay down and think. I dont think I got much thinking done, though. The next I knew the shadows were long and Mom was sitting on the bed, looking sadly down at me. "Mom? Are you mad at me?" She reached down and gently stroked my forehead.

At around ten p.m, we took a break to have a little snack and to let our balls fill up with more tasty cum. I had had four glorious orgasms already and had assisted in three others. This was the best day of my life by a long shot. Bob, as host, always prepared a light nosh for the poker boys, as they called themselves. From the waist down, we were dressed as girls. And we sucked cock better than any girl born.

The Friday after we had purchased my prom gown was to be my femme prom day. Mom had already planned everything out, including my absence from school that day. Thursday night, Mom had me take my shower after making sure that the depilatory cream and the razor had removed any hair from my body, except around my private areas. She then made sure that I was in a satiny nightgown and in bed between my satin sheets early. "You have a full day ahead of you tomorrow," she said. "I am just trying to make sure that you get your proper beauty sleep.