Pretty pianist

Barry enjoyed playing the piano

Barry ran his fingers over the keys and the music filled the club. He played with passion and finished with a flourish to loud applause. He smiled to himself as he stood up in his shimmering red evening gown to face the excited audience. Just a year ago he had been down and out. The only job he could get int the clubs and bars was washing dishes. Finally, he had enough. He set about feminizing his body using everything from full body waxing to hormones. A year later when he walked into any of the top clubs and bars the owners were falling over themselves to hire this sexy female piano player.

But he enjoyed being a woman even more

Barry bowed to the audience and gave them a plenty of cleavage to enjoy. Then he turned just enough to give them a good look at his shapely bottom. This was worth everything, he told himself, even if there was no way he could ever get a date with a woman now...

The girls like his buns

Paul was a cheeky chef

The four girls sat around the table breathing in the delicious smells coming from the kitchen.
"It smells amazing Angie, what are we having?" asked Judy.
"Too true, you must be an amazing cook," added Mel.
Angie just smiled at her three friends knowingly. She had invited them all around for dinner and was enjoying the compliments.
"It's not my cooking, it's my private chef's," she explained.
"You have a private chef?" Judy said, surprised.
"Well, I have Paul," Angie said with a mischievous smile.
"Paul knows how to cook?" asked Mel incredulously.
"Paul know all kinds of things now since I started practicing my hypnosis on him," Angie told them. "Just wait and see."
A few moments later the door to the room opened and in walked Paul dressed as the sexiest chef the girls had ever seen. He was wearing a halter-neck top, a skirt so short none of the girls would have dared to wear and fishnets stockings over his perfect legs. On his head was a big chef's hat.
The three visitor gasped in surprise.
"What on earth?" Mel managed to say.
"I started hypnotizing him to help around the home and one thing led to another. I trained him to read every cook book and learn them thoroughly. Then I thought I would have some fun with him and trained him to be a girl too so that he would clean up after himself. The next thing I knew he was wearing my panties to I bought him this outfit and now I can't keep him out of the kitchen!"
The girls applauded her ingenuity.
"Doesn't he mind?" Judy wanted to know as she eyed Paul's body as he served them some entree.
"Not any more, do you Paul?" Angie said. "You like being a chef"
"Oooh yes," squealed Paul in a girlie voice," I love it!"
"When I wake him up he doesn't remember a thing," Angie whispered to the girls.
As Paul headed back to the kitchen the girls took a good look at his smooth round bottom that was fully exposed in the short skirt and thong panties he was wearing.
"As you can see, he has delicious buns," Angie said and the girls roared their approval...

Learning to be graceful

Tommy didn't like his sissy training

Tommy blinked back tears as he stared at the stern-looking women in front of him. He could feel his cheeks burning with shame at his predicament. He was wearing a ballerinas outfit complete with tutu and white tights. When he had first been sent to the correctional facility for his anti-social behavior he thought it would just be a few weeks of being told off and told to be a good boy in future. He hadn't been there more than three hours and they already had him sissified and dressed as girl dancer.
"Why do I have to do this?" he demanded.
"Because you must learn to be delicate and graceful before we let you back into the public," one of the women said. All three of them seemed to be smirking at him although they were very serious when the spoke to him. "Now, show us again how a butterfly walks."
"I shan't do it!" Tommy said angrily. "I'm not a girl."
"You will be by the time you leave..."

Forced into panties

The feminized boys put on a show for the girls

Greg, Jason and Charlie thought that breaking into the girls' sorority house to fulfill their tasks in Pledge Week would be easy, and fun. In the end, it was neither.
All they had to do was steal a pair of panties from each girl but they barely made it across the lobby before they were discovered and overpowered by over two dozen angry girls. At first they tried to stay silent about their mission but the girls quickly forced them to confess the truth by using a mixture of feminine wiles and brute force. Outraged, the girls removed every stitch of clothing from the freshmen and then dragged them off to the showers. There they set about removing every hair on their entire bodies using wax, and they weren't too gentle about how they did it. As each strip of wax tore off another patch of hair the college boys howled in pain and begged them to stop but the girls were having too much fun. Before long the boys were pleading for mercy but their tormentors kept going until they were as bare as can be. Then the girls forced them to wear panties telling them they could take the panties back if that's what they had come for. Humiliated by their forced feminization the boys pleaded to be released from their ordeal. With the cold weather outside the girls agreed to let them wear t-shirts but would not let them have anything else. Before they sent them on their way the girls demanded that the boys dance in their panties for them while they videoed every moment.
Charlie sobbed as he twisted and turned in front of the camera. He was wearing animal-print midi panties and had never felt so demoralized in his life. Everywhere he looked there were smirking girls taking pictures and commenting on his lost masculinity. Next to him Jason gyrated in a pair of black panties with a pink lace detail, tears streaming down his cheeks. His girlfriend was in the crowd and she was clearly enjoying every minute of it. Jason could tell by the look on her face that their relationship was over and once word of his feminizing humiliation got around the campus he would never find another girl to take him seriously.
On the end of the line of boys Greg danced in a pair of frilly pink panties. His face was expressionless and it was impossible to read his emotions. As he thrust his butt out at the girls and swung his hips Greg couldn't deny that deep down inside this was the most fun he had ever had in his life...

Tranny tradeshow girl

Ross enjoyed being Rosanne

Ross spent years trying to make a living at trade shows, working on a commission but he could barely break even. Even more annoying was the number of times that he would lose potential clients to the girls who had no trouble at all attracting attention with their sexy outfits. It was Ross's girlfriend Mel who suggested he go with the flow. She helped transform him into a sexy young woman and even Ross was impressed with the results. When the next trade show came along all eyes were on the brunette in red fishnet stockings and a skirt so short it didn't quite cover her butt. Ross, or Rosanne as he now was, made more sales then he had in the previous year. The only down side was the hands that kept finding their way onto his knee and then up his thigh, but if the other girls could bear it then he felt he must too....