The girls help Bobby with his nails

Bobby's friends help him towards womanhood
Once Bobby had proved that he was serious about living his life as woman and began taking hormones the girls accepted him into their feminine circle.
It was Tara's idea to have a girly afternoon together with Sheryl. Tara was Bobby's closet friend and the first person he had told about his desire to be a woman. He told of his years crossdressing and his yearning to truly become a woman. Tara had had been very supportive and coaxed Bobby into sharing his secret with her best friend Sheryl. Since then the girls had been helping Bobby feminize his life, teaching him how to maintain a his body as a girl should. With the addition of hormones he was well on the way to achieving a girl's body and his chest was already quite sizable. Tara invited both girls over to spend the afternoon pampering themselves. All three girls were more or less the same size and they spend the time trying on Tara's clothes and offering Bobby, or Bobbi as he was to them, advice on what style she should choose. Sheryl joked about how large Bobbi's chest was, even bigger than hers.
"I wouldn't mind a figure like yours," she said, eyeing up his curves. "No one would guess you are transgendered now."
For Bobbi, this was praise indeed.
Then they all curled up on the bed to paint each other's toe nails, helping Bobbi choose the color that looked best for her skin tone.

Dancing for the girls

Warren had his dance routine all worked out, but the girls had other plans
Warren was thrilled when Sandra propositioned him to be the exotic dancer at her Girl's Only Party.
"I discussed it with the other girls and they all agreed that it would be fun to have you come along dance for us," Sandra explained.
Warren was only too keen. Sandra was one of the hottest girls he had ever met and her friends were all gorgeous too. He never missed a chance to try and hit on them but so far his advances had all been rejected. Now it seemed he had a chance to make a real impression.
"What should I wear, fireman, policeman, lumberjack?" he asked in his most manly voice. "What would you ladies like to see?"
"Oh, you just choose whatever you want, I am sure things will be just fine," Sandra replied with a little laugh. "Just make sure you are nice a smooth. We girls just love a shaved man."
On the nigh of the party Warren decided on a plain suit with his best thong underwear. After all, he told himself, girls like guys in suits and it will give me props to go through before I get down to my undies. It had taken him the best part of two hours to shave his body, but he figured it was worth it.
When he arrived at Sandra's apartment the girls were all there and by the look of things had been passing around plenty of drinks. As he rang the bell he heard a raucous female cheer from inside and when Sandra arrived to let him her face was flushed with excitement.
"In you come, we've been waiting for you," she said dragging him in by his arm.
Inside the apartment he was greeted by a room full of young women who all went quiet as soon as he entered and just looked at him with barely suppressed laughter. The girls were all wearing their best party clothes and that meant short and tight. He took a moment to admire the display of long legs and cleavage in front of him and then prepared to begin his show.
"Right," he said, "are you ready" His nerve was beginning to go but he was determined to see things through.
"Wait, a minute," Sandra said, "you should join us in a drink first, shouldn't he girls?"
The girls all nodded and gave their approval as Sandra came over with a tall glass that contained some green murky liquid. When Warren baulked at the site of it she nearly poured it down his throat.
"Come on, drink!" she commanded. "It's our special party drink."
"All part of the fun," Warren thought to himself as he downed the drink in one long swig."
As he drained the glass the girls burst into laughter and applause only to be hushed by Sandra. Then they all looked at him expectantly but by now Warren couldn't remember exactly what it was he was supposed to be doing. He was aware of Sandra and her friend Betsy helping him to an armchair but he really didn't have any strength to dance or even speak.
"Now then," Betsy said, "you just pay attention to me, and you will feel much better."
Warren was having a lot of trouble paying attention to anything except the tight purple top Betsy was wearing and her denim miniskirt.
For the next 15 minutes Betsy talked, almost singing to Warren and as he listened he slipped further and further under her hypnotic control. Finally Betsy decided he was ready.
"When I snap my fingers you will wake. You will be fully aware of where you are but you will be convinced that you are here to dance for us a little sexy genie. Go into Sandra's room and put on the costume you will find there. You are also to attach the false breasts you will find to your chest. Then you will come back and dance for us."
"Yes," Warren said, in a dreamy voice.
"After all," she said with a cheeky grin, "this is a 'Girl's Only' party so you shall just have to crossdress for us."
And with that she snapped her fingers.
Warren looked around at the expectant faces staring at him. That cocktail must have been quite something he thought, but the show must go on.
"Right," he heard himself saying, "I'll just go and get changed."
He got up and went into Sandra's bedroom where he found a cute orange genie outfit complete with black thong panties and a matching bra. He tried to remember why this wasn't what he had planned but against his will his hands stripped off his clothes and began gluing the latex breasts to his chest. He pulled on the genie outfit and headed back to the girls.
"All right, here I come" he called out and felt a moment of panic as he sashayed into the room amidst and thunderous cheer and laughter from the girls.
"What the hell am I doing?" he asked himself as the cameras flashed in his face. "Why am I dressed as genie for these girls?"
But the music was playing and all he wanted to do was swing his hips to the beat. The girls were screaming their encouragement and the more sexy the moves they asked for the more he felt the need to do just as they say...

A girl returns her boyfriend's lingerie gift

Cindy decides that lingerie is for sharing
When Steve bought his girlfriend Cindy a babydoll she said she would only wear it if he wore something similar. At first Steve thought she was kidding but the next day she presented him with a bright pink frilly item that was even more girly than the one he had given her.
Cindy made it clear that she wasn't going to back down and that Steve would have to look the part. She sent him off to shower and then helped him shave his entire body.
"Lingerie doesn't go together with body hair," she explained.
With his body smooth and tingling Steve pulled on the babydoll but Cindy insisted that he match it with a pair of her pink panties too.
The she pulled on her own blue silk piece and after fitting Steve with a long-haired wig she had the pair of them spent several minutes in front of the mirror admiring the result.
"You make quite a sexy little lady," teased Cindy, and Steve blushed but was at a loss for words because he did look quite sexy and very feminine.
The next day Cindy presented Steve with a picture of the two of them in their sexy lingerie that she had taken with a webcam hidden on the bookshelf.
"Now that I know how good you look in sexy undies I think I'll keep you in them all the time," she said. "Unless of course you want me to show these pictures to all my friends..."

Lisa decides to teach her crossdresssing neighbour a lesson

Lisa wasn't amused when she found Adrian wearing her favorite skirt
When Adrian's neighbor came home early and found him parading around in her clothes he was willing to do anything to prevent her calling the police and pressing charges for burglary. It took some pleading but at last Lisa gave in. After taking some pictures of him for 'future reference' she decided to administer her own form of justice.
"Bend over," she ordered and with no other choice, Adrian complied.
As he bent over Adrian was wished he hadn't chosen the shortest skirt in Lisa's cupboard and her black thong panty because now the skirt had ridden up and his bottom was fully exposed.
"You've been a naught little girl, haven't you?" Lisa said and there was a tone in her voice that made it clear he wasn't to argue.
"Yes Lisa, I have been and I'm truly sorry," Adrian said but he knew it was too late.
"You know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?" continued Lisa and Adrian trembled.
Lisa drew back her hand and smacked his bottom as hard as she could.
Adrain winced and his knees sagged but Lisa wasn't going to let him off with just that.
"Keep still," she ordered. "There's plenty more where that came from."

A wife arranges for her husband's improvement

Eileen was very satisfied with the results of Jack's hypnosis treatment
When Eileen received a phone call from the Hypno-Girl organization telling her that her husband Jack was back home after his treatment she was still at work. It was late afternoon but even then she found waiting the final two hours until she could leave the office almost unbearable. The secretary at Hypno-Girl had told her that Jack's treatment was a huge success...
Two weeks earlier Eileen had finally had enough of her husbands messy lifestyle, and boorish behavior. An ad in her monthly women's magazine had caught her eye. The Hypno-Girl organization claimed a hypnosis service to cure all husbands of their faults and make them a perfect housemate. At first Eileen had protested that her husband would never agree to be hypnotized by the Hypno-Girl consultant was confident that wouldn't be a problem. The next day there was a ring at the doorball and Jack went to answer it. Eileen heard an exchange of words, and then just one feminine voice, talking softly but determinedly. By the time she came to the door Jack was clearly under the spell of the charming young girl on the doorstep who introduced herself as Aneka from Hypno-Girl.
Jack just stood gazing dreamily at Aneka and swaying slightly.
"Well, that was easy," Aneka said, "and don't you worry in two weeks you won't recognize him." And with that she ordered Jack to step into her car which he immediately did without protest.
During her consultancy Eileen had said she wants her husband to understand her needs and be generally compatible to her.
As she let herself in she was pleased to see Aneka waiting for her in the salon.
"Hello," Aneka said with a bright smile. "I'm here to deliver Jack and make sure you are satisfied with the results. Jack is in the bedroom slipping into something more comfortable."
Without any further ado she called Jack and told him to come and join them.
"He might be a bit shy," she said to Eileen with a wink.
Eileen didn't know what to expect and she couldn't believe her eyes when a sexy young blonde in a full-lenght lace catsuit slipped sheepishly into the room.
She stared at the woman opened mouthed and then slowly she began to recognize the facial features.
"Jack?" she asked in disbelief.
"Hello Eileen," Jack said in a bubbly voice. "I'm not sure what you've done to me but this is fun".
Aneka explained that although Jack was now fully hypnotized into a woman he was also aware of the change that had been made. He just found it irresistible. She added that the breast-implants were part of the service as was the full body wax.
After overcoming her initial shock Eileen warmed to the idea.
"Well then," she said, "I don't know what the neighbors will say about a crossdresser on the street but in the meantime we had better get rid of your male clothes."
"Great!" giggled Jack despite himself and together they headed for the bedroom.

Dressed for the job

Crossdressing to get a job
Alex was beginning to doubt the wisdom of his plan. He desperately needed a job and when he saw the ad for a receptionist at a local accounting office he called for further details. The firm's director made it quite clear that they were looking for a female workers only as the all of their current employees were women. Alex was desperate so he took a bold move, applied for the job and dressed en femme for the interview. With the help of a local beautician he looked the part and the interview with the company director and her two senior employees seemed to go quite well. As he waited outside the director's office he tried to remember all of the tips the beautician had given him about how to cross his legs and walk in heels. If he could just keep it up for a few months he could look for other work.
"Alexis, please come in," the director called from her office.
Alex stood up, took a deep breath and walked back into the office.
The three women looked at him as he sat down and Andrea, the director spoke.
"Well, Alexis, we've decided to accept you for the position," she said. "Mind you, we will expect you to dress as woman all the time. We've never had a transgendered woman working here before, but we have no objections."
Alex, now Alexis, considered his options. He wanted to explain that he wasn't transgendered just crossdressing for the job but he needed to pay the rent. And after, all he was beginning to enjoy the way his feminine clothes felt against his body.
"Thank you," she said. "When can I start?"

Caught in his sister's dress

Tony's venture into his sister's wardrobe didn't end as planned
Tony wasted no time when he heard his sister Nicole leave the house. There was no one else in and he had the place to himself for a few hours. He immediately ran to his room, tore off his clothes and headed for his sister's bedroom. For a long time he had craved to know how it would feel to drape himself in the soft material of her clothes, to feel a skirt swish across his hips, to prance in heels. He so envied her for the clothes that she wore and the fun that she had. He had prepared for this moment for weeks, shaving his legs and body and growing his hair. Now at last the moment had come and his heart beat fast as he pushed open the door to her room and stepped inside.
First he headed for her underwear drawer. The top drawer of her closet held her bras in many colors, from bright pink to black, deep aqua green with lacy frills and plain white cotton. He carefully selected a blue satin bra and with trembling fingers finally managed to fasten it around his chest. The next drawer down was stuffed with panties in very possible color and design. Fall cotton briefs with flowery patterns and stripes, lacy bikini and high-leg panties in satin and, his favorite, some sexy thongs. He pulled on a black satin thong and arranged himself so that it felt comfortable.
After admiring himself in the mirror he headed for the dress rack and selected his favorite dress from his sister's collection, the light dress with the floral pattern. He pulled on the dress and his head swam at how light and feminine it felt.
He stepped into some high-heeled white sandals and went downstairs to the living room where he walked up and down, swinging his hips as he had seen his sister and her friends do. He put on some music and danced as the girls did as parties, imagining himself to be the queen of the night. He sat in armchair and crossed and uncrossed his legs, enjoying the way his thighs slid over each other and under the smooth material of the dress.
"Time for a change of clothes," he thought to himself.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" shrieked Nicole.
Tony whipped his head around and saw Nicole standing in the doorway with her friends Judy and Simone. They must have just come in and he didn't hear them above the music.
"Looks like his wearing your party dress," giggled Judy.
"I can see that!" Nicole said. "What are you doing?"
"I, I, er, I," fumbled Tony and his cheeks burned with embarrassment.
"It looks like your brother is a bit of a sissyboy," Judy remarked.
"Ppplease don't tell anyone," Tony stammered.
But it was too late. Nicole and Judy were already taking a pictures with their mobile phones...

An antique purchase worth every penny

Helen's purchase proved to be more of a success than she could have imagined
When Mike's wife came home with the statue he told his wife Helen that it would have been better if it had stayed buried in the ground. Helen was an amateur antiques dealer and felt she had an eye for a bargain. She had found the statue at a junk shop in the city and bought it immediately when she heard the price that was offered.
"Of course is was cheap," groaned Mike, "it's as ugly as ugly can be. Some ancient tribe probably buried it deliberately."
But Helen liked the elegance of the goddess statue and she was beginning to get annoyed with her husband's constant jibes at her taste in art.
"Anyway, I am going out to the mall, I'll be back later," she said admiring the statute.
"As long as you don't come home with any more junk, that's all," Mike retorted.
"I think she is beautiful," she said as she ran her hands over the figure. "If only you were a woman you would understand."
And with that she left for the mall...
Little did she know that the statue was a powerful Goddess icon and any woman that was touching it would have unlimited power over men who would immediately obey her every wish both whether they liked it or not.
Two hours later Helen came home after a disappointing trip to the mall. The pants she had wanted to buy were sold out and she hadn't found any others that she liked. She let herself in and was astounded to a gorgeous brunette standing in her living room. and wearing her favorite chemise and matching panties. The woman looked vaguely familiar and Helen and asked her who she was.
"It's me, Mike," purred the woman. "I don't know what happened but just as you let this morning I felt very dizzy. I went upstairs to take a rest and by the time I got there I could think of nothing else but shaving my body and feminizing myself. That's why I put these on, I just love the idea of wearing beautiful lingerie and I don't want to wear anything else. It makes me feel so attractive. "
"My goodness, it was the statue," gasped Helen. "My wish came true".
"Well make me stop, I can't go to work like this!" Mike demanded as he sashayed around the room fussing with his hair.
"Hmm," mused Helen, as she fingered the statue. She was beginning to get some ideas. "First, I want you to make me a cup of coffee and then tidy our room."
Mike's eyes glazed over.
"Yes, as you say," he said and headed for the kitchen...

Girls' magazines are for girls

If only Alan had listened to his sister and stayed away from her magazines
Alan was always trying to read his sister's monthly girls' magazine but whenever he asked to see it Caroline always replied 'It's for girls only'. If she wasn't reading them herself she kept the magazines hidden in her room out of Alan's reach. From a distance he could see pictures of girls in different outfits and colorful articles but he could never get close enough to see what they said.
Then one day as she sat reading the latest issue on the couch her phone rang and she went upstairs to answer it leaving the glossy magazine behind. Alan knew this was the best chance he was likely to get. He ran to the couch and opened the magazine...
As he opened the first page a thrill went through him. Inside there was one page after another of beautiful women in beautiful clothes, the latest fashions and pretty lingerie. There were articles about make-up and how to apply it, the best way to match colors of outfits and what shoes to wear with different skirts. Although he didn't understand much of it and couldn't see the point to any of it the more he read the more involved he became and couldn't tear himself away.
The sound of Caroline's voice brought he back to the here and now.
"So, you just couldn't listen to my warnings, could you?" she said with a smirk on her face.
"Ha, there's nothing so special about these magazines, it's just girl stuff," Alan replied smirking himself at having gotten one over his sister.
"Really? Just girls' stuff is it? Then how do you explain your current appearance," Caroline said and now she was laughing at him.
Alan looked down. His jeans and shirt were gone and he was wearing a short black cocktail dress just like the one on page 12 of the magazine. His legs were smooth and supple and on his feet were a pair of black high-heeled sandals instead of his old sneakers. As he lay on the couch he suddenly realized that his chest felt very different and long blonde hair hung from his head down to his shoulders.
"What's happened to me!" he cried and his voice was sweet and girly.
"I told you the magazines are only for girls," Caroline said. "And that means that one way or another only girls can read them."
"Change me back!" pleaded Alan. "Please, I can't stay like this."
"I can't do that, those magazines are very powerful," Caroline explained. "You'll have to find a guys' magazine that is strong enough to change you back. In the meantime we'll just call you Alice."
But Alan had never heard of a guys' magazine that could change a girl into a boy. With each minute that past he was finding it harder and harder to even remember the names of guys' magazines. In fact, it seemed much more important to Alice the she check her make-up was just like the article on page 43....

Dressed as a girl to avoid a boy

Pleasantly crossdressed to escape an unpleasant encounter
At first it had seemed like a bad idea but now Barry was beginning to have hope. Kathy's ex-boyfriend Bret was infuriated when she recently dumped him for Barry and now he was roaming the college campus looking to give Barry a pounding. Kathy and Barry were due to go to the cinema that evening with Kathy's best friend Sharon and she had reported that Bret was staking out the girls' dorm building to ambush Barry as they left. Sharon suggested they disguise Barry by crossdressing him as girl.
"No way," Barry said when he first heard the idea but to his surprise Kathy seemed quite keen.
"I think that is a great idea," she said. "After all, you have a slim figure and the legs for it."
Barry tried to protest but the girls paid no attention and began pulling off his clothes. He tried to resist but having to cute girls undress him was just too much fun. Little did he know that they meant to take the project quite seriously. Kathy took him into the shower and shaved him all over, then found him a dressing gown to wear.
"We need to do something about your hair," mused Sharon and the girls set to work with some rollers turning Barry's blonde hair into a mass of curls.
As he waited for the curlers to take effect Kathy left the bathroom to look for some underwear for him.
"Here, these should do," she said with a giggle and handing him a pair of full-cut white satin briefs. "They should hold 'everything' in place."
She helped him into a matching white bra and then went back to the bedroom to help sharon find him something to wear.
Barry pulled on the panties and was surprised at the silky smooth feeling they had against his shaved thighs and bottom. Kathy came back with some stockings for him to put on.
"Is this really necessary?" he asked secretly thinking that the stockings would be a lot of fun to try.
"Of course," Kathy said, "all the girls wear stockings these days and you have to look the part."
Barry pulled on the stocking and was pleased to find they felt every bit as good as he thought they would. They also made his legs look even more feminine.
As he admired himself in the mirror he turned to see both Kathy and Sharon watching him from the door. He blushed bright red.
"I think he likes them," Kathy said. "I told you he was a bit of a sissyboy."
"I am not!" Barry protested but the stirrings in his loins told a different story and both girls noticed immediately.
"How cute," Sharon said looking directly at his panties and both girls burst out laughing. Sharon came over and gave him a soft peck on the cheek.
"Don't worry Sweetie, I quite like the idea of you in panties,' she said. "Oh, and by the way, that story about Bret waiting outside was just a ploy to get you into my panties. He left town two days ago..."

Picked up by girls and transformed for life

The girls give a him a night he can't remember
The girls began flirting with him as soon as he entered the bar. The blonde in the red cocktail dress and long legs clad in black nylons caught his eye as he headed for the bar and he was sure that her brunette friend had winked at him. The two woman were attracting the admiring looks of every guy in the room but they seemed to have eyes only for him. As he took his drink and looked for place the sit in the crowded bar the blonde girl raised her eyebrows at him and the brunette giggled. He took a deep breath and headed over.
"Hi," he said and gave them his most winning smile.
The blonde's name was Vicky, her friend was Kathy and she wore a black shoulderless dress that clung to her body but barely covered her legs. They laughed a lot and touched his arm and he flirted as the drinks flowed. They invited him back to their place for 'a night that like no other he had ever had'. He couldn't have refused even if he wanted to.
Their apartment was modern, tidy, and feminine smells were everywhere. They had some more drinks on the couch, one on other side of him, Kathy with her head on his shoulder and Vicky with her hand at the top of his thigh. The smell of their perfume was intoxicating and the room was swirling as Vicky turned his face towards hers with her warm soft hand and looked deep into his eyes with her emerald green stare.
"Time for bed Sweetie," Kathy said and Vicky giggled knowingly.
Then they both stood before him and allowed their dresses to slip to the floor revealing the sexiest lingerie he had ever seen. Kathy wore a black sating bra and panties, Vicky a white lace teddy.
"That's my baby," Kathy purred and the room swirled.
The following morning he woke in his own bed. Although his head was still dizzy he had no hang over. His body was tingling all over and felt heavy in places but light as a feather in others. Strange, but he had never felt better. Although he could hardly focus his eyes he noticed with some amusement that he appeared to be wearing Kathy's teddy from the night before. It must have been one hell of night with those two he thought although he couldn't remember anything after he had passed out. He staggered out of bed and headed for the bathroom to wash his face. As he raised his now clear eyes to look in the mirror it was Vicky staring back at him...