Faking It

Come Find Out

Clearing the Last Hurdle

This one is definitely one of my personal favorites now. I didn't think it would be when I started writing it, but looking back at it now, this one just hits plenty of my own buttons. I hope it hits plenty of  yours too!

For You (For Cecilia)

Home Early

Smile for the Camera!

Just Keep Telling Yourself That

When in Rome... (For Elise)

Heya Stud

Good Girl Bad Girl

Your Date

Bodysuit Mischief

New Beginnings

Getting Some Payback

Marry for Money

On Her Mind

Bedroom Insecurities

Transcript: Sasha could only wait on all fours with her delectable ass up in the air as her friends, Jenny and Laura, each licked one ripe cheek as if grooming her in preparation. Although she couldn’t see him, she knew that some lucky bastard that Jenny and Laura had picked up was also behind her, getting ready to have the time of his life.

“I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” Sasha whispered to her friends apprehensively, “I’m scared!”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, trust me,” Laura whispered back. “We made sure to get a guy who really knew what he was doing. You know how they say it’s not the size that matters, but how he handles it? Well, he’s got a delicious eight inches of eager man meat and he knows how to handle it!”

Sasha yelped at the thought of something so massive being pushed inside of her.

Jenny shot Laura a look. “Look, Sasha, if you want to call it off, it really wouldn’t be that hard to find another guy before the sex change potion wears off, if you change your mind again. It’s a big step to take, sealing the magic inside of you with a man’s seed and committing to be a woman forever. I mean, I think I speak for Laura as well when I say that I was pretty nervous about doing it as well! Giving up one of the largest portions of my identity was absolutely terrifying!”

“It’s not that. I know in my heart that this is what I want. Living out the past few days with you girls, as a girl, has been the most gratifying things I have ever experienced. I feel so lucky to have you girls as friends and more than anything I want this to last, but…” Sasha trailed off.

Jenny waited patiently as Sasha chose her words. Even the usually outspoken Laura was quiet. They both understood what this moment was like for their friend. It had only been a day or two since they’d been in the same position themselves.

“Well…to seal the spell…a guy has to cum inside of me…but I’ve never done this before, what if he doesn’t think I’m pretty, what if I can’t make him cum? I mean who knows how hard it could be to make love to a man and—”

Laura cut her off, “Take it from me Sasha, you’re a total babe, and the only thing hard here right now is that man’s cock, which is harder than fired clay. See for yourself!” Sasha snuck a peek from around her legs. Laura was right. Laura continued, “He wants you so bad that he’s been dripping precum all over the carpet for the last ten minutes from just the sight of you. Of course, our constant teasing hasn’t helped, but I’m surprised he hasn’t exploded already, so if you want his sticky seed, you’ve only but to let him in. He’ll probably hate me for saying this, but I doubt his ready to spurt cock will last anymore than three minutes!”

Laura turned out to be right, again. He barely made it to two minutes, which was just as well since they preferred to lick each other to orgasmic bliss anyways.

Sooner than Later

Transcript: I’d known that getting caught whilst en femme was bound to happen sooner or later. I just hadn’t expected it to be this soon.
It’d been a quiet weekend in the house. My parents had left for the weekend and as had all three of my older sisters. I had volunteered to stay behind to watch the house and study for the SAT’s, or so I claimed. In actuality, I had no intention of studying. An entire weekend to myself however was the perfect opportunity to let my femme side run wild and go free.
Saturday morning started off without a hitch. I began by exploring into my sister’s wardrobes and selecting my first outfit of the weekend. Now, the great thing about having three older sisters is also having three older sisters worth of clothes, shoes, and accessories. I had access to just about anything a girl could want.  Eventually, I settled on a gorgeous green Jovani dress that my sister Ashley had worn to prom last year, along with some extra raunchy lingerie courtesy of my other sister, Vanessa. Then began the transformation process.
My first order of business was to prepare my skin. For total body exfoliation, a simple hair removal cream did the trick for the most part, while a good razor took care of the rest. A hot relaxing bath then followed, serving the dual purpose of softening my now silky smooth skin as well as putting me in the mood. I tried a variety of my sisters’ bath products, as well as their lotions and creams once I had dried off, leaving me smelling like a rich floral bouquet. Making my way to the vanity, I had just completed the long arduous process of attaching my hair extensions and applying my makeup when the unexpected happened. A voice called out and I could hear footsteps rapidly approaching down the hall.
I tried to hide, but it was too late. Standing at the doorway gaping was Edgar, Ashely’s boyfriend. Had I been fully dressed, I might’ve been able to convince him that I was a younger sister Ashley had never mentioned, but with my not so small cock still hanging free between my legs, I knew the jig was up. I could see it in his face, he knew exactly who I was and it was obvious what I was doing. I broke the silence first, pleading with him not to tell. Ashley would kill me if she found out that I had planned on wearing her Jovani dress without asking. Edgar, however, seemed pretty adamant to expose me. He informed me flat out that he would tell and there was not one thing I could do to change his mind. I stared at him in awkward silence for a few moments while my mind raced a thousand miles a minute to find a solution. It was then that I noticed his raging hard on. Slowly lowering myself onto my knees, I began to gingerly unwrap his package, first with my eyes and then my hands as I asked him one more time if there was really nothing I could do to change his mind. Nothing, I asked. Nothing, he said. Boy did I prove him wrong.

Demonstrating Talent and Initiative

"A few more hours later, I was pleased to see that I still had the touch. ‘Katie’ looked as ravishing as ever."

Transcript: Anyone that’s tried looking for a job recently knows that the job prospects are pretty terrible. First off, the chances that you’ll find a company or business that is hiring for a position in your field is small. But on the off chance that you do, you’ll also find that the competition is pretty stiff.

I know firsthand. Even though I had much experience in my field with numerous accomplishments and excellent references to show for it, I was being passed over in favor of younger, more obliging applicants, attractive females in particular. I remember one instance, in which I was lost out to a bewitching blonde, who admittedly, had one of the most voluptuous figures and stunning features I had ever seen, but couldn’t tell you the difference between a conditional variable and a semaphore. No one on the hiring committee seemed to care though, especially after she met with them privately, one at a time, in the corner office. I left my interview that day infuriated, but as resolute as ever. If that was the game they wanted to play, well, I could play at that game too.

It was a part of my past that no one really knew about me, save for a select few, but I had dabbled significantly into crossdressing and drag performances before giving it up after my college years. Finding my old cache of makeup, wigs, and clothes took only a couple hours of rummaging around the attic. A few more hours later, I was pleased to see that I still had the touch. ‘Katie’ looked as ravishing as ever.

A couple weeks later, I got hired. I barely had the time to say yes before my interviewer had me signing my papers. The special female pheromone laced perfume that I wore must’ve been a lot more potent than I thought. I swear he would have jumped on top of me and taken me right then and there had his office not had glass walls. It was a good thing he didn’t, or else, he would’ve found out about my tightly tucked away secret!

Since then, I’ve steadily moved up the corporate ladder. My looks may have gotten the job, but my skills get the pay. Exactly which skills am I referring to? Well, I’ll leave that up to you to decide.

A New Dawn (for Dawn)

Here's a caption that I made for Dawn (aka commentator) over at the Haven. Her preferences consisted mostly of "don'ts" which gave me pretty much free reign over what I wanted to do with this story. This is what I came up with. Personally, I am particularly pleased with the layout, it took me awhile to figure out how to put all the text into a caption, but I'm very much liking the design I selected. I may have to return to this style more often!

Transcript: The sun's warm morning rays shone in brilliantly from the large windows that surrounded the room, but even they could not be compared to the radiant smile upon Darrell's face. Was this really real? It still seemed impossible, yet here he, or she as it was now, stood, living proof of the miraculous occurrence. 

Twelve hours ago, he had gone to bed as Darrell, a nondescript young man in his early twenties with an uninteresting career and an even duller love life. Nothing seemed unusual about him which was exactly how he liked it. He had been careful to conceal the forbidden yearning that the world would not look too kindly upon: he wanted to be a woman. For years he'd secretly stockpiled an array of women's clothing, accessories, and beauty products, along with a few other items that most women didn't need. His feminine alter ego lived in secret and was kept quieter than even the most scandalous politician’s affair. It was his dirty little secret. He wanted to wear glamorous gowns and sultry lingerie, to get all dolled up, and draw the admiring gazes of men and women alike. It wasn't that he abhorred being a man, but why be something mediocre when he could be something extraordinary?

And now, he was—extraordinary that is to say the least. How he had come to awake this morning with the body of a brunette goddess was still unknown, but looking back, there seemed to be only one possible explanation. Absurd as it was, the eccentric old lady he'd helped the week before had promised him that his heart's greatest wish would come true in return for his kindness. He hadn't believed her or given much thought to it then, but he sure couldn't stop wondering about her now. As unscientific as it was, it was the only logical conclusion. But that was of little concern, the how was not nearly as important as the now. All that mattered was he was a woman now, and a stunningly ravishing one at that!

It seemed only fitting then that he also cease referring to himself as a man. From this moment forward, he would be no longer Darrell, but Dawn. Dawn breathed in a sigh of satisfaction. She still couldn't quite get over how well the lingerie she had bought so long ago fit her now. Trying on the various garments from her stockpile had been one of the first things she had done, after exploring the bountiful pleasures of womanhood of course. How different the clothes felt now that she possessed the proper form. It was a foreign, but welcome sensation the way her silky corset cupped her lovely breasts, but even more marvelous was the smooth, flat fit of her tiny lace panties. They looked so sexy on her now!

Dawn could feel it. Today would be the start of something amazing. She didn’t know what other surprises the day might bring her, but she could feel that whatever was in store, it would be spectacular. It would be a time for new beginnings and new adventures—a new dawn.