Rob was shocked by what he heard. There in front of him was what appeared to be the only other female in the club (besides his own mother), yet was another cross-dresser, just like him, who was dressed just as sexy but in a black dress and also wearing black Wolford pantyhose, just like he was. “She,” however, appeared to be several years older, much like the other college-aged dudes in the club. “Oh, well, nice to meet y...

Renee continued to eagerly suck on Rob’s member, or should we say blowing the Wolford pantyhose encasing it. Since it was his first blowjob, yet alone while transformed into a very sexy girl by his mother, he didn’t know what to do or what to expect, normal for a teenager. Yet he really didn’t have to as his erection did all the talking that was necessary. Then came the point of climax a short while later as Renee kept to...

Rob was still in deep embarrassment of having his mother walk in on what was probably the most exciting woman-to-be fantasy he had acted out yet. There he stood with his new Wolford pantyhose gleaming over his legs, a Wonderbra fitting so perfectly, giving his chest a womanly appeal and, let’s not forget, thong panties to match. Then there was that red lipstick painted neatly over his lips as prime evidence he “borrowed”...

Part 1: Fantasy Gone Horribly Wrong You could say he was shopping for clothes except Rob had something a little different in mind. It was the day after Christmas when Rob, who just got his drivers license and a junker of a car as a gift, decided to drive downtown to the shopping mall for a little specialty shopping with the money he received, also as a gift. You could say he was shopping for clothes like all the other tee...

Chloe lay back on the plush hotel bed, the soft sheets a welcome contrast to her aching muscles. The dance showcase had been grueling, but she was looking forward to this—her private after-party with Mary. Mary sat on the edge of the bed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Two pairs of sheer hose lay between them, their crotch sections pressed firmly together, creating a joined unit. Both women were already wearing another...

When I was a very young girl, I loved to play dress-up. What little girl doesn’t though, right? I loved to dig through my Mom’s clothes and shoes and jewelry. I would always pick out frilly dresses and skirts with ruffles and high-heeled shoes. I wore tights back then, all the time. Now don’t get me wrong. I loved to get dirty too! I would make mud pies in red clay dirt in Alabama and get covered from head to toe with goo...

He hated this hour, the long, monotonous hour before closing time, made even more unbearable today because Cynthia, his manager, had left him alone to close up shop. Not even her constant harping to keep him company and customers were few and far between, bustling past without a sideways glance, to make it home before the early dark of a cold winter's evening. As he returned from the storeroom he saw her. Petite, her long...

He had stepped into the bar only a few minutes before, expecting to get a few drinks and then going back home alone. Adam was on a business trip, and had endured a long, dull day filled with conferences. Now all he needed was to unwind and relax a bit before heading to bed. And yet, when he set his gaze on her beautiful figure, her long locks of blonde hair, her milky skin, oh, he knew he couldn’t just focus on his drink....

My printer had refused to work properly the entire day, and now I found myself at my wit's end literally; cursing everyone around me for my own misfortune. There was some luck left in my cup to drink, so to speak, as the whole floor was rather empty at that time. My eyes lingered at the golden watch on my wrist and I could not believe it. “Fuck…” I gritted my teeth realizing it was half-past 10 pm already. A sense of desp...