Chapter 26 – Gold strike

Gary had never been hotter in his life.
Hey, that’s Africa for you, he thought to himself. It’s not like anyone ever said it wouldn’t be anything other than sweat-your-fucking-balls-off hot. And boy is it! If anything, they might have been underselling it!

In the morning I did the regular routine, light makeup, jogging outfit, cap and stretching. This time Ted was washing off his car while he watched me. His conscious efforts to keep observing me again boosted my confidence but there was still that nagging doubt in the back of my head that I was going to be outed. As I stretched, I noticed a definite camel toe outline in my spandex shorts. This appeared not to have gone unnoticed by Ted.

I started Sunday with my usual morning jog showered, did my feminine routine and had just dressed in some casual clothes when I came out to the kitchen and saw Sam there wearing a collared shirt and a pair of dress pants. I asked him what the occasion was and he said that he was heading for church. I asked him what time the service was and he said it would be in about an hour and a half. Pondering this for a moment I asked Sam if it would be alright if I accompanied him.

I awoke early and went into my morning routine preparing for my jog. By the time I had returned Sam was already up and having breakfast. After stretching a bit I came in and joined him. Looking at the clock he said we would have to leave in a couple of hours if I was to make my appointment in the basin LA basin area due to traffic. I agreed and went to cleanse and prepare myself for the day.

I awoke from a troubling dream coming from my encounter with the woman in the bathroom the other night. The dream dealt with being chased by woman yelling you are not a woman at me.

As I started my morning preparation, I felt depressed and anxious in that today I was to go out on my own and work as a woman. From somewhere deep inside of me a feeling of despair came over me, and I could feel tears forming and drip down my cheeks. It was a feeling of being overwhelmed in my efforts to present a full feminine persona.

There was a knock at my door and I heard Sam asl Barb are you awake? I moved off the bed and grabbing a robe from the closet I cracked the door and saw Sam standing there. He said that he was sorry to wake me but wanted to know if I would like to go out for dinner.

Looking at my watch I saw it was a bit past five and I replied sure but it would take me a bit to get freshened up. He said no problem and to take my time, it was still early and there were no appointments to keep. I smiled and said thanks and closed the door.

I proposed a date a couple of months from then and he said that would be good timing and suggested moving the date back by a week. I agreed since this timing would also allow me to get my preparations in order. I then made plans to prepare myself, a bit of weight loss, full body waxing and some purchases.

During the next few days, my mind kept going through various scenarios that could explain the pictures. I thought first a sister, no he knew both, a cousin possibly but I still needed to figure out why I had the pictures. I thought that I was coming up with a plausible story when my sister mentioned to me that she had talked to Sam a few weeks ago. She said he sounded a bit lonely and they talked a bit and he wanted to know if she still had that lovely necklace that he and his wife had given to her.

A little bit of background before I begin divulging the profoundly sensitive experience that occurred when a longtime family friend discovered my cross dressing. I will refer to the family friend as Sam who was an elderly widower (since passed) whom our family has known for 20 years. Our family lived in the same area as Sam but moved out of state about 6 years ago. We still have remained close though, and I have stayed with him over the past few years since, I still have business connections in the area.

Chapter Two – To The Victor Go The Spoils

In 1957 Ashely Bellamy is held captive in her cabin deep in the woods. Both she and her captor have to face the consequences of their past whilst looking to the future after they discover a connection that helps them understand each other.

The Librarian's Secret

College student Danny Bishop is fascinated by the strict but saucy college librarian and develops a crush on her that will eventually lead to an encounter he wasn't expecting. Miz Melanie Taylor has more than one secret which she keeps to herself until the time is right. Beckinsdale College will never be the same once her secrets are revealed.

I couldn’t have been more embarrassed when Mum came into my room that afternoon. I was on fours on my bed dressed in a bra, suspender belt and stockings and nothing else. Behind me was my best friend Peter, wearing nothing at all. A part of his body that could vary in size at maximum extension.

Amy Lives
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

It was a Sunday night - October 31, 2010 when my life changed, or maybe it began then. I had been married for less than a year to Romana, the woman I had always thought of as my best friend. We were ready to start talking about having children. I had always wanted to have children – it was a strong drive in me that I never really understood. I know now that there was a lot about myself that I did not understand, but that was going to change too.

I am in the kitchen of Tony's cottage. The sound of my heels clicking on the stone floor is a constant reminder of their presence. Why do I have to wear high heels all the time? Although, with Tony, 6ft 3 inches, it helps me not have to look up quite so far when he holds me

Chapter Seven

‘Write me a love note, and take a picture of it while showing off your panties. By the end of class, babe. Oh, and no leaving your desk!’

When Madame von Blendenmeyer discovers Blake's love for crossdressing, she uses her wealth and power, and a dose of blackmail, to turn him into her paramour. 

The Mine Shaft:
Jessie shakes her ass while dancing around on stage in her leather corset, garter belt, leather panties, stockings, and thigh-high laced-up leather boots with four-inch heels. The song she was belting out was written by another member of the band. Her long, neon-purple straight hair swirled around her head each time she twirled.

The Rave Girls’ circle is never broken. It has claimed dancers for centuries—and will for centuries more.

Prologue: Long Before the Neon
Many centuries before the vibrant glow of glow sticks lit up the night, before the pulsing rhythms of bass music filled the air, and long before the vast warehouses became settings for unforgettable gatherings—there existed the timeless circle.