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 grocery lists. Having a grocery list makes me feel too much like a grandma. Well, looking at my cart, I've collected a lot of stuff. I should have everything. At least all the...

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 how crucial that timing was. Many of the incidents will be hearsay, adapted from what Simon told me later. Argoyne Academy provided three major areas of study. I took the...

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 my room to wake me up. She was gently rubbing my cheek with the back of her hand when she spoke, “Rise and shine, sleepyhead. Breakfast is ready?” I looked at her through...

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 turned a bit until my face came to rest on Emily's pillow. Unconsciously, I hugged the pillow and dug my nose into it to catch her smell which set just a few butterflies in...

“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 was standing next to her, his suitcase in hand, hardly able to hide his knowing, devilish sneer. “We're gone for two weeks for some quality couple time and you need someon...

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 barely resembled the photo on my real California driver’s license, my transition had taken a turn toward androgyny and beyond. Could I pass at TSA as Alex? My mom had book...

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 on my computer screen, How to become what I’d always been. Answers pulled from internet streams, I searched and watched them, again, and again.   The girls on-screen had...

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 months we had planned things out. Picking out a dress, a place for the ceremony, all the things that brides do with their future husbands. But for me, it also included a regim...

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 flannel and my panties are white cotton ones, though they do have a rosebud in the front! My skirts are much longer than my friends and my blouses are very plain. He seems n...

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 was in the bedroom. My breasts weren't that big, but they were growing over time. I had a nice handful, and Greg said he loved to suck on my nipples. They were so much m...

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 our first night together and I wanted to surprise him with something a little special. I bought a long coat, and I thought it would be fun to show up at his door wearing...