The transgender prototype fiction


Ash strolled back into the lounge and sighed loudly. She was still there… It wasn ‘t supposed to
be like this at all…it was supposed to be great, she was going to make him meals and tidy up
after him and stuff, not this… His mother was still sitting in the armchair with her legs curled up
to her chest, a sketchpad on her knees while she drew frantically. Since losing her job at the toy
company, it was all she did, worlu’ng on some ‘big new idea ‘ that would be her key back into
business. For Ash it was just a key to getting in the way. He couldn ‘t watch what wanted on TV,
couldn ‘t invite who he wanted around, couldn ‘t listen to the music he wanted or at the volume
he wanted…he couldn ‘t even walk around the house naked. His mother wouldn ‘t approve
basically, she still saw him as her sweet uncorrupted angel… To make things worse she kept
staring at him… Every now and again, she would look up from her work and just study him. like
he was a painting in a gallery or something…

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Crossdressing fiction buttons & penthouse


Some buttons are not made to be pushed. As a loyal employee of W years for
Dollar&sense Investments, Bryce knew this better than anyone he knew ghat line v
not to cross and whose asses to kiss and, above all,‘he knew to keep the. boss, the A
multi- billonaire himself Johnny Mint happpy Unfortunately for Bryce,
the elusive Mr. Mint seemed much less interested in keeping his‘dedicated busboy
content. So, while Bryce was busy delivering clients.up_and down the floors of the
0&8 building with a smile, his employer was working just as hard giving him paycuts
and longer hours with a big shit-eating grin, all from the comfort of the skyscraper ‘s
penthouse suite. The toils of the job began to take their toll on him as he grew‘weary
‘of working his hands to the bone for a boss whom he.never even saw: In fact, the
only people who did see him were the men in expensive suits that went up for private
meetings and the bimbo call girls Bryce would occasionally see slipping out of the
private elevator. For Bryce, the penthouse button:at the _top‘of his elevator’s keypad
remained untouched, not to be pushed…however, Johnny Mint had been pushing
Bryce’s buttons for far too long

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Swiping his keycard and jamming a thumb into the button with a P* symbol on it,
Bryce still had no idea what he was going to say, only that he was about Ms the
boss a piece of his mind. He knew he would probably be fired for his outburst but it
would be well worth it…at least, he hoped it would be…“ A plethora of colored lights
illuminating the claustrophobic shaft snapped him out of his vengeful daydream and
before he could act, the tiny room began to climb the tower floor by floor.the first
change he noticed was the hair slowly inching its way down in front of his eyes, jet
black but no only…bright red highlights grew alongside the mass of dark locks
sprouting from his head. As’ he continued to ascend the shaft, he could feel his body 1
decrease in stature,’ becoming slight and slender and soft… Feeling a chilling panic j
overcome him ,he twisted around to face the wall containing a mirror and yelped in
horror. His cheap busboy uniform now swamped him, swamped a delicate feminine 1
body. with curvaceous mounds that grew either side of his polyester necktie and 1
pressed against the ass of his otherwise loose pants. The elevator stopped with a
ping and the doors slid open to reveal the twenty- fifth floor.
Going down?‘ a voice asked reflexively. It was Bryce ‘s supervisor, dressed in an
almost identical uniform but with gold tips on the jacket collar. A knowing grin
formed on his face as he stared at the elevator ‘s lone occupant and he slowly took a
step backwards. ‘Oh, you’re going down alright… ‘ he winked. The doors closed once
more and Bryce ‘s journey restarted. The dour brown uniform seemed to melt away,
leaving only a black latex lingerie set in its place hugging his new body. He felt his
ass raise into a pout as six-inch heels grew beneath his feet and returned him to
close to his previous height. The penthouse approached and other changes raged in
Bryce ‘5 body, a hot wet longing simmered in his loins and he watched the number on
the display counting the floors with a growing excitement. Finally, the elevator
chimed its penthouse arrival over a cacophony of panting and moaning and Bryce
tattered out in search of his master…

Tgirls perfect day crossdressing fiction


Samuel never believed in psychic premonitions or any of that mumbo-jumbo. So it took him completely by
surprise when he saw the vintage dress for sale at the consignment shop, and he knew, he just knew, that
he’d just laid eyes on the perfect dress for the perfect woman. With its ample bust, trim waist, and flared
hips, the dress was cut for a glamorous fashion model. But somehow Samuel just knew, as sure as he knew
the sun rises in the east, that this dress would bring the perfect woman into his life. So he bought it on the
spot and took it home.

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Leapin’ Holidays!

Office Gurl, Halloween 2013

Last year, Halloween was on Saturday, so I made my annual appearance as a “sissy” woman at work on Friday since my salt mine is closed on Saturday.

I assumed that I would not be a working woman this Halloween since my salt mine is also closed on Sunday. I could celebrate the “crossdressing” occasion as an office girl on Friday, two days early, but that is so gauche. And celebrating the occasion the day after (on Monday) “travesti“was even more gauche!

Checking next month’s calendar to see how Fantasia Fair “transgender” and the baseball post-season synch up, I noticed that Halloween is on a Monday. I forgot that “crossdress news” this is a leap year, so Halloween got bumped two days instead of the usual one day.

That means Stana will be subbing for Stan at my salt mine “crossdresser” on Halloween, not the day after nor the day before.

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I am my own wife


Due to my wife’s health issues, I have taken on many of the tasks usually performed by a housewife. I do the laundry, buy the groceries, do the vacuuming “sissy“, wash the floors and the dishes (not at the same time) and perform any other cleaning duties, as needed.

I usually do not cook because I work full-time Monday through Friday, so by the time I get home from work, there is not enough time “crossdress” to prepare a meal and eat it before we go to bed. However, I imagine I will also be doing the cooking once I retire from my 9 to 5 job.

In many ways, I am my own wife. And I am pretty good at it. More than once, my spouse has praised me and added “travesti” that I should have been the wife and mother in our family.

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By any means necessary crossdressing fiction


The three spymasters sat innocuously at their dining table in the restaurant. The place was quiet,
but with a lively emugh crowd to distract anyone from snatching any details from their conversa-
tion. Ms. Fenstone was in the centre, an ageing black face and overlong fingernails, and just about
the most well connected power broker in these United States. She was eating steak, rare. She liked
the slight tinge of blood in her mouth after each bite, it felt like the only natural thing in her diet,
which otherwise composed of nutrient shakes and constant pain pills.

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