The rain had stopped sometime after midnight, but by late afternoon the city was still wet. Water clung to the black iron railings along the sidewalk and gathered in the shallow cracks between the paving stones, while cars moved slowly through the intersection, their tires whispering over the pavement and sending thin fans of dirty water toward the curb. Inside the coffee shop, the smell of fresh coffee hung beneath the warm air from the heating vents, and the hiss of steamed milk came and went behind the counter as people moved through the late afternoon rush.

Sunday Morning Pantyhose XXXIV
By
Tracy Davis

This is a true story of how my Mom feminized me as a teenager. She had caught me wearing her pantyhose the summer before seventh grade. I got the surprise of my life the first Sunday of junior high, when she bought me pantyhose and started encouraging me to wear them, and then it was all downhill from there. -- Tracy

Chapter 13 — “The Frozen Gate”

The wind had gone still.

With his secret exposed to someone he never expected, Samuel must decide what Samantha means when no one is forcing him anymore—and whether forgiveness can restore what was lost.

Chapter 1 — The Job Nobody Expected

The advertisement had been sitting on Maya’s monitor for less than thirty seconds when she looked across the desk at Evan and said, “Absolutely not.”

Evan had known her long enough to recognize the expression. Maya worked for a staffing agency, which meant that when she looked at a computer screen that way, she had either found precisely the wrong job for someone or precisely the right job for the wrong person.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re smiling.”

“I smile.”

“Not like that.”

Samantha enters the Patron Reception on Andrew’s arm, prepared for elegant dresses, wealthy donors, and uncomfortable questions. She is not prepared for the past to walk through the door.

The heat was the first thing.

As I pulled the convertible into a parking space near Doctor Hartwell’s clinic, I began to wonder if I should have asked Lauren along after all. Somehow the overpass seemed taller, the shadows longer, and the alleyways between the buildings darker.

A man gets a pedicure from his girlfriend, and his whole life changes because of it.

Morning came too quickly.

Samuel opened his eyes slowly, disoriented by the unfamiliar ceiling, the beige curtains moving faintly in the air conditioning, and the lingering smell of hairspray mixed with perfume.

Natalie's house.

The gala.

Tiffany.

The dance.

The message.

His chest tightened at once.

He sat up on the guest bed. He was wearing a girls pijama Natalie had lent him. Traces of makeup remained around his eyes, faint dark smudges beneath the lashes betraying how much he had cried the night before.

Chapter One
The Turning

Chapter Six
Old World, New Home

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‘Boring’ sounds bad until you realize how insane ‘exciting’ can get.

"You're a natural..."

Sometimes…

A Suzan Donamas Story

This is the start of a (currently) 3 part story, dealing with the world’s biggest sissy, the world’s biggest she stud, the greatest hookup ever written and (eventually) all that follows! If you want to read the rest of the night and stay informed of all the nights beyond, subscribe to my patreon:

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Chapter Two – Endgame

Potential juror Leigh Saunders has been kidnapped and faces blackmail by a mob boss and his henchmen to ensure a not guilty verdict. One of the henchmen has become infatuated with Leigh and is trying his best to seduce her. As the time approaches for Leigh's release from captivity, she must make some decisions: Will she succumb to the charms of Willaim Sauber? Will she sway the jury and let the mob boss walk free. Final chapter.