"The conclusion of a great evening"
The reception had ended and I raced across town to our main office. The memory of my fucking the stunning Jennifer in the coat room was still fresh in my mind and the faint scent of her intoxicating perfume still lingered on my tux...
As sundown approached on Saturday I showered and got ready to attend the opening of an art gallery that a member of our organization was sponsoring. I selected the suit, shirt and tie and then I retrieved the white silk...
It had been many years since my time in Florida and my transformation to Melissa to please my lover, Lydia, and also my own inner desires. She soon grew out of her desire to see me dress up and wanted...
I stayed stretched out on the couch and staring at the ceiling for quite a while after Valerie had left because I still could not believe what had happened. Things like this did not happen to me as a rule....
"This actually happened."
So here I am stretched out on the of couch in my motel room, wearing a towel and a smile. The room smells of suntan lotion, perfume and sex and this is only day two of my two week vacation....
"What happened in a coatroom"
Another Saturday night and another wedding reception, these functions were beginning to be a bore. Now most of the people I met were nice and the money was good, but they had become all too routine. I arrived early as...
"The conclusion of this story"
The Friday that Lydia told me about had finally arrived and she would be bringing some of her friends over for drinks after work, and I was to serve them as Melissa. Lydia had also advised me that unlike the...
"The story continues..."
As Lydia had promised, on the first day of her vacation I got my first lessons in high heels. It took most of the day before I was able to walk across the room and not fall on my face, and these were...
"I owed her a kiss and she collected."
This story concerns a young theater volunteer whom I will call Shawna. I had been told that she had developed a serious crush on me that started the day I rode up to tryouts on my Harley. I had done nothing...
"Once was not enough"
It was about two weeks after Halloween that the dreams began. I began to dream about being transformed again. I was able to recall the feel of the silky garment against my skin, the sensation of the nylons brushing against each...