Five days later I find myself in a supermarket. What more do I need? It feels like I have forgotten something. I hate that feeling when being in the supermarket. Kind of knowing that I must have forgotten something, but not being sure. I hate to use groce...
My name is Jamie Laker, and you may know of my four crime novels. I am twenty-seven years old now, but this story is mainly about Simon Curton from the time we were nineteen, entering the second year at Argoyne Academy of Creative Arts. You will soon see...
I awoke the next morning after a night of intense lucid dreams with no recollection of how I had ended up in my own bed. All I remembered was venting my unmet desire to get laid with a quick, loveless wank. It took me a while to realize Emily had come to...
When I woke up the next morning, I first had to recall where I was and how I had ended up there. The environment seemed familiar, yet unusual. That was until I vaguely remembered I was lying on the living room couch—alone. Drowsy as I was I tossed and tur...
“But, Mooommm,” the way I stressed the last 'm', the tone came out a lot whinier than I had intended. “I don't need a babysitter. I'm sixteen!” We were standing in the doorway, my parents ready to leave. “Our point exactly,” she shot back routinely. Dad w...
Disclosure Take Off My flight to Ann Arbor was booked as Alex, so I travelled dressed as a boy. My briefs ill-fitted my round behind and my jeans slid from my slim waist. I flattened my boobs with an ace bandage and wore a bulky Wolverines sweatshirt. I b...
Even God can make an error As I knew when I was three. When I looked into a mirror And saw a face that wasn’t me. I played with girls instead of boys. And wished myself a Disney princess. Never played with boyish toys. Secretly I wore a dress. I found...
I woke up with my hands bound, my mouth gagged, and my ass plugged. The bed I was on was comfortable enough. This was just a reminder that these parts of my body were no longer mine to do with as I pleased. For tonight would be my wedding night. For month...
Hello my name is Sally. I am 12 years old and I love my Daddy to bits. He is so kind and does his best looking after a little girl whose mommy had died a year ago. The trouble is he doesn’t really know how I like to feel feminine – all my nighties are fla...
It had been a while since I started the hormones, and I couldn't have been happier. I was looking and feeling more womanly than I ever thought possible. It brought me a new confidence when I was in public, and made me feel so much sexier, and girly when I...
Greg and I had been seeing each other for a little while at this point, and things were going great. We had gone on a few dates and I loved how he always treated me like a lady. He made me feel so sweet, sexy, and vulnerable. Tonight was four months since...
