Cammi had been a closet crossdresser, but was quickly becoming a sissy slut. She had met a friend on LushStories, and they had exchanged many sexy messages. Her new friend, Mesaman, had convinced her to meet up with him for some fun, and she learned what it was like to suck and get fucked by a real cock. Cammi was now hooked on Mesaman’s giant cock. When he sent the following message, Cammi couldn’t say no. “Hello, Sissy....

Her current class had over three hundred students. It was the freshman course, so most of the students were eighteen or nineteen years old. It was an auditorium-style room, and she taught from a stage. “Hello, I am Professor Johnson, and this is Behavioral Science 101. Over fifty percent of you will fail or drop out by week three. I teach at a fast pace, so if you miss a class, you are fucked." Lori started. The class roa...

I am a butterfly now, but I was once a caterpillar. I grew up in the deep south, and my parents were from the Bible Belt. My dad wanted me to play sports, and I tried everyone, and I sucked at all of them. He always said, "You are not trying hard enough, Pat. You want to be a loser all your life?" As a young man, I was short and awkward. The only thing I was good at was school, and I became very good at martial arts. I cr...

Ok, here we start! I can't even remember when I started to like dressing as a girl. We lived in a small apartment: me, my big sister, and my mom. And I had to share my room with my sister. My sister was my best friend and we used to play dress up and would put on a show for our mom. So, me walking around our flat and looking like a young girl was normal. My sister even calls me 'little sister.' I had long black hair and I...

The morning had broken with a solemn draw, something that lingered and pulsated under my skin. There were no jitters around the breakfast table. My body screamed rejection at everything we were about to do. To the point of feeling sick. Again. Food was out of the question, but Henry slid a coffee cup across the table, one of his small acts of love and care. Alice didn’t push or pull. She had her own battles to deal with....

She sat on the floor in the middle of the room. Books were piled, notes were checked and double-checked, and her hair was tied up in a knot, but strands were escaping, trailing, and waving. Glasses on her nose, lost in a deeper understanding of things the rest of us couldn’t even begin to unscramble. Discarded coffee mugs piled, snacks, energy bars, and wrappers in organized chaos away from the important: the books and th...

It was Henry who still fought. He served breakfast in bed. Strong, motherfucking coffee for me, honeyed tea for her. Bacon and pancakes laced in syrup. And on my plate, a small square of Belgian chocolate. The ones that would have me squeeze my legs together and feel. “I’ll let you…” His words drifted as he shut the door behind him. Alice sat, crossed her legs, and picked up her plate. Bacon and pancakes? You’d have to wr...

I saw it in her eyes as she topped my coffee. Finish this, then let’s get to it. Henry peered over his newspaper, giving us that look telling us he knew we were up to something on the weekends, that he wouldn’t ask, but he didn’t necessarily agree. “The two of you were far too late coming home last night,” he said. Not condescending or correcting. Merely stating. “And looking far too pretty and happy about it.” “Dad,” Ali...

The bar buzzed with life; everyone knew my name by now. Alice didn’t keep her protective eye on me at all times now, but it was still girls' night. And if anyone lingered too long or got too close, the cat had claws. Tonight, though, she wasn’t guarding—she was watching. Grinning. That was a change. Most of the night, she’d been ogling my ass. Her green eyes burned, fixed on me over the rim of her drink. The straw dangled...