It was a quiet night, like many others before it, with the kind of stillness that made time feel thick. Paul sat alone on the sofa, a glass of water resting in his hand. He was shirtless, fresh from a shower, wearing only a pair of soft grey joggers that clung loosely to his hips, his slim chest rising and falling with slow, idle breaths. He wasn’t watching the screen with much attention—just flipping channels, body relax...

Surprise Acceptance By Joan Knight PROLOGUE Introducing: John / Joan Knight, late 50s, 5’10”, 175 pounds, short-cropped brown hair. Andrea Knight, late 50s, 5.5”, 120 (?) pounds, short brown/grey hair, 38-D breasts, 34-inch waist, 36-inch hips. Andrea, my wife of nearly 30 years, has known about my crossdressing since shortly after we started dating. She does not condone the practice and barely tolerates that I have a col...

The sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor echoed through the silent house. Amanda stood in the doorway of the living room, her arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. In her hand, she held it—the frilly black-and-white sissy maid uniform, complete with the tiny white apron and lace-trimmed stockings. She didn’t even have to say a word. John, sitting on the couch with a beer in hand, froze the m...

Over the next few days, something changed. Mark felt it immediately—in the way Juliana moved, the way she spoke, the way she carried herself around the house. She was always confident, always sexy, but now? Now she was on another level entirely. She was glowing. Radiant. Excited. And it wasn’t just her mood—it was everything else too. The outfits were the first thing he noticed. She had always dressed well, always showed...

I wore my French Maid outfit and got to work spring cleaning, humming a happy tune. I opened the windows to admit the spring breeze, blooming lavender scenting our home. The day flew by while I dusted and cleaned. I bent to sweep some dust under the corner of the rug when hubby walked in and caught me. “Catherine!” he scolded. Bending me over, he spanked my bottom, exposed under the short dress. “Oh! Gregory!” I yelped. H...

Seemingly, Amanda and John were a normal professional suburban couple. Nobody would guess that John had a fetish for cross-dressing. Amanda hated his fetish. Like most women. her idea of a man wasn’t one of a man wearing women’s clothing. They did have a healthy sex life occasionally role-playing, with Amanda as the dominatrix and John as the submissive. Sometimes the role-playing included a little bit of cross-dressing j...

Chapter Twenty-Three... Thursday Afternoon… Focusing on the sliding door that opened onto the small balcony, I watched wind-driven rain splatter against the glass. Outside, gusting wind, heavy rain and dark grey skies mirrored my mood exactly. Inside, I tried to keep a smile plastered on my face. All in all, the weather today matched my mood. I'd tried not to show my bad mood to my client though. Shifting, I added another...