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Gaby:BOOK 2 Summer Girl*Part 59*School's Out for Summer!

Gaby:BOOK 2 Summer Girl*Part 59*School's Out for Summer!

"Hi Mrs Peters, its Drew"

"Hi Drew, did you have a good trip?"

"Yes thanks"

"Everyone I know watched the coverage, I didn't realise it was such a big thing"

"It was pretty awesome"

"But you're ringing about something else?"

"Well er, I was sort of hoping"

"Don't worry Drew, the shop rang me about an hour ago to say that it had arrived, I was just going to fetch it when you rang. Do you want to come with me?" she offered

Well it would keep me out of trouble.

Once the Hero Character List.

Once The Hero

Organizations

ULTIMATE- United Law-enforcement Tribunal for International Meta-human Affairs, Terrestrial and Extraterrestrial.- Agency that oversees mutant and paranormal activity on an international level. More commonly known on the street as the Mutant cops. In recent years it has grown more intolerant to the minority it oversees perceiving them as a threat to humanity.

OAR- The Office of Archives and Records - The cover organization for the United States Black Programs regarding Meta-human activities involving national security issues.

Area 61- Top secret Air Force facility under the authority of OAR researching the Meta-human phenomena and other cutting edge technology. The home of Project Meridian and The Rocketeers. Also the facility where during the Gray Invasion a rebuilt Gray saucer was launched and successfully infiltrated and virused the Aliens’ Mothership.

The Rocketeers- The teen supra-team enhanced by Project Meridian. Members were:

Alan Glenn: Vroom- age 10 Mutation: super speed, enhanced physical prowess, and healing.

Gus Glenn: Capt. Blazzar- Age 14 Mutation: energy control, expulsion, and flight.

Alicia Mercer: The Cat-Age 12 Mutation: greatly enhanced agility, flexibility, night vision and speed.

Douglas Knight: Sharpshooter- Age 13 Mutation: heightened awareness, hand eye coordination, and toughness.

Jeff Fuller: Fortune- Age 10 Mutation: Abnormally lucky and enhanced physical prowess.  

Joyce Sturm: Sensation- Age 8 Mutation: greatly enhanced physical prowess, strength and intelligence.  

Darkside Penitentiary- ULTIMATE run maximum security prison as the last resort for those too dangerous to keep on Earth, but who hasn’t earned the death penalty or for whatever other reasons for which it’s inadvisable to execute. Use as a labor force for the He3 mines that Earth’s ‘green’ fusion reactors depend on.

Zolotoye-Yablochko ‘Mutant-stan’ - Small country completely surrounded by Kazakhstan known for its high population density of mutants. Once known as Almaty 3, an Soviet era ‘secret city’ devoted to researching and training mutants. After the breakup of the Soviet Union they formed an independent nation in a working partnership with Kazakhstan, taking advantage of a loophole in ULTIMATE’s treaties which forbids Mutant armies.

Haemus-Ancient Greek name for the Balkan Peninsula. Currently stands for the stronghold of the notorious supra-villain Professor Mortis, nestled deep in the mountains. It goes under the thinly disguised fiction of being a nation. Professor Mortis has made no secret that he does have weapons of mass destruction and will use them if Haemus is invaded. Considering its location and the untold of disaster of possible fallout in the heavily populated region, as well as the Professor’s past history, no one has wisely dared test his resolve.

Doctor Ferocious Foundation- Organization devoted to expanding man’s boundaries through science and exploration. Founded by ‘Doc’ Ferocious, a famous inventor, industrialist, and gentleman adventurer, who, along with renown scientist Professor Quester, provided a lasting infrastructure for further space exploration in the ‘dead zone’ between NASA’s cancelled Apollo program and the Space Shuttle still under development. After He3 was discovered to be the perfect fuel for fusion reactors, their subsequent findings of abundant deposits on the moon made their lunar enterprises extremely profitable, making them both instant billionaires.

DAD’S- The Best Burgers and Shakes in the Mojave!  Old fashioned styled hamburger joint that was known as a hangout for the teen supra-team The Rocketeers. It has an area devoted to the memorabilia and memory of the team. In recent years, it‘s struggled financially with competition from the major fast food franchises.

Supra-Response Team One- One of the mutant staffed teams ULTIMATE dispatches when its regular forces are outgunned. In recent years intolerance and political infighting has greatly reduced the circumstances the teams are deployed. Often when they are used it is far too late for them to accomplish much. In true bureaucratic fashion they are often blamed for this lack of success due the incompetence of their superiors.

Night of the Rose


The Night of the Rose

Love is in the air as two singers perform in the grand stage of life;
a comic opera of lovely proportions made sweet
by the joyous passion between two star-crossed lovers!
Okay...just some nice girls who kiss at the end.
_________________________________

Veronica on the Cross

Veronica Nelson, a transsexual, was in her third month of her Real Life Test. She was struggling financially, cut off from her family, and someone was leaving disgusting surprises in her jeep. She hadn't expected transitioning to be free of difficulties, but this was the absolute pits. The weird hassles kept mounting until she felt like she was ready to snap! Until the night she had a chance encounter that would help put all her troubles in perspective...

 

VERONICA ON THE CROSS
by Laika Pupkino

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Sea Changes - Chapter 11

Frosti the Snowgirl

Frosti the Snowgirl
by mittfh
 
Copyright © 2010 Ben Norwood.
This story is licensed with a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 License.

Over on BCTS, I blogged about a recent news story where the creators of a snow sculpture were persuaded by the local plod to cover up her 'assets'. A regular quipped "What if there's some magic in that old silk bra they found? What if, when they put it on her, she began to dance around?"

So my warped imagination then produced this...

Rhyme Stew - a cautionary tale

Rhyme Stew - A cautionary tale
by mittfh
 
Copyright © 2010 Ben Norwood.
This story is licensed with a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 License.

 
Here's a cautionary (and potentially disturbing) tale set in nursery rhyme land,
but how many rhymes inspired this?

Warning: this tale contains a scene of mollusc genocide!

Innocence Lost And Love Gained

As I look back over my life, I have loved many different women but of all I have to admit that my childhood sweetheart Becky will always be the one that shines the brightest in my heart. To understand why I must go back in time to my childhood so long ago and explain.

    At the tender age of eleven I was as innocent protected child. My Mother watched over me like a hawk. One day at school things changed though, as my innocence was soon lost. There were four guys at my elementary school that were typical bullies. They were constantly challenging each other and fighting with other guys. They lived for it. John was big for his age and was one of the bullies. I happened by while he was attacking a guy my size and two heads shorter than him. I was keeping my distance when I heard him say "Fuck you!!" "I am going to tear your head off, brat." He proceeded to bust the poor guy in the nose. The guy's nose bled badly as he ran off. John high fived a couple of his gang who followed him around to keep from becoming one of his victim's. I had a small hearing problem so I thought John had said "Thuck you."

SRU: Operation Sucker Punch

The top brass at Spellcrafters Inc. have it in for the Spells R Us wizard. They've brought in hired muscle from overseas to do their dirty work- a ruthless and powerful mercenary sorcerer named Necromancer Sato. Can Wizzie survive their deadly scheme? And will our "somewhat ridiculous heroine" Wendy manage to avoid getting caught in the crossfire? This is an evil little story about an extremely nasty bunch of people. In the words of William Burroughs, "Hold back the edges of your gowns, Ladies. We are entering Hell..."

SRU: OPERATION SUCKER PUNCH
by Laika Pupkino

 

The Orchard


The Orchard

Hexxatious: Deja-Vu Part I

Hexxatious: Deja-Vu
By- Savanna K. Summersette

Part 1: Feels like Deja Vu
Ezra Falling Bird; September 25th, 2006, 9:56 PM

The faded brick façade of the outside walls, drew my eye. The sky was dark...it was after nightfall, a full moon overhead. Drawing steadily toward the back door, I noticed an industrial style yellow light that flickered on and off, casting odd shadows on the moonlit lawn as I closed in on the paved sidewalk that led to the door. The yellow light flickered, making a humming noise as it came on, silence...after it went off, some flying insect buzzing noisily around it, like a moth drawn to flame...as if just waiting for the light to flicker back on. Which it did after nary five seconds.

Maiden by Decree Chapter 22

Okay, it's been awhile and I apologize for the wait. I know this is a short chapter, but I wanted to get it out there so hope on the story wasn't given up...

In this chapter plans are laid, some are nixed, and in general, the mayhem continues.

Maiden by Decree
Chapter Twenty Two
 By Maggie Finson
 
Maiden at Large

Or: What Do You Mean, Armed and Dangerous?

A Change in Season Brings A Decision

Today marks the end of spring and the beginning of summer and just like the changing of seasons I myself have reached a point where I too must make a change. It won't be an easy choice and I find myself at a park near our home siting on a bench lost in thought. I only have a couple of hours before I am due back home and give my girlfriend the decision I have made. "Having a good day?" I hear a soft friendly voice say. I hadn't really noticed the woman sit down at the other end of the bench. "Ohhh, ok, I guess." with hesitation. "You looked so deep in thought I couldn't help but ask." she replied. I half smiled and told her "Well, It's really a long story but I have to make a big choice and I am torn about it." She looked into my eyes and with compassion said "Hey, maybe I can help, my friends tell me I'm a good listener and I have plenty of time this afternoon."

To Hope Again Part 3 A Day to Remember A "Home that Love Built" Story by Angelina Marie Abruzzi

Sometime in the future:

Dear Reader: I was delighted to find that this writer account was still open after all these years. I wanted to write this story to tell you something about my family. I haven’t much experience with writing, so please bear with me, okay? I hope this blesses you. Sincerely, Angelina Abruzzi

To Hope Again
Part 3
A Day to Remember

A "Home that Love Built" Story
by Angelina Marie Abruzzi
Thanks Daddy!

Just when you think love is a distant dream
Oh, fate give you wings

Last time:
Drea was surprised that Janet had remembered so many details of her story after hearing it only the one time. She was about to say, “And?” when Janet said,

The Secret Existence of Misty Walters

To all outward appearances Walter Stymis is a conventional upper-middle class American male. Fairly successful, a devoted husband and father. But at any given moment he is likely to be lost in colorful daydreams, the nature of which would no doubt surprise the people around him...

The Secret Existence of
Misty Walters
by . Laika Pupkino

Mi Magdalena

Mi Magdalena


by Andrea Magdalena DiMaggio

A SISTERS LOVE

A SISTERS LOVE
By Roni

As I look out my kitchen window I see my two daughters playing in the back yard and it brought back memories of the times my sister and I would play. I remember the first time we played together; my sister is five years older than me so growing up she was always more of a caretaker to me than a sister. Because I was so much younger than her she would use me as a living doll and dress me up in her old clothes. Now this might not sound so unusual to what most sisters do except that I was a boy! Mom would look on and smile allowing her to dress me up; I didn’t mind either I liked wearing her clothes. As we got older the dress up play time got less and less but my desire to wear her clothes didn’t diminish. When I was fourteen she caught me in her room trying on her clothes; I had thought she was away at school but I misjudged the days and she was home for the summer. The look of fear on my face was evident but all she did was smile and then offer to help me out. I loved my sister; she was so open and understanding and never judged me for what I liked to do.

Gaby: Book 2*Summer Girl*Part 56*Sports Day

Gaby: Book 2*Summer Girl*Part 56*Sports Day

Wednesday. Even more tests! Boring.

Not quickly enough for me the final bell eventually rang. Maddy was waiting for me at the gates and we walked back to Castle Peters

"You got everything?" Mad asked

"I think so"

"Well I guess that's why we're doing this" she went on

We decided to try a quick change before tea.

"Okay Drew, I reckon we need to do it in about thirty minutes"

"I thought we had about forty minutes"

"Yeah but we need to get to the sports hall in that time too"

TO GOOD TO BE TRUE

TO GOOD TO BE TRUE
BY RONI

The year is 2240 and the world’s governments have crumbled throwing society back into the feudal days of Kings and Emperors. City states grew out of the rubble and they were fought for and fought over constantly. Technology had brought the world to this place in time and now it was being used to defend or attack the city states. Powerful force fields were erected around each city protecting it against attack and allowing its citizens to live in relative safety from attack. Every few months the city states would gather at a common area and battle it out for supremacy; they thought it was more civilized to send in a few gladiators to do battle than to risk most of the lives of their citizens in an all out battle. The gladiators that lost would then be given over to the winning city to be used as slaves or worse! Schools for gladiator training were all over the cities and every boy was encouraged to join one of these schools. Several girls protested that they were not allowed to join and they were told that they were the seed of the future and that they were not going to be risked being turned over to the other cities because of a lost battle. I was born into this society and was expected by my father to be a great gladiator hero like he was and like my brother. My mother thought otherwise and would try whatever she could to protect me and keep me from joining one of the gladiator schools.

A Flat Iron

My story begins on spring day just after my 30th birthday. I learned when I was still a teenager that I was transvestite and had long since come to except it. I also new that I never intended to leave home cross-dressed. I was way too much of a coward to go out in public, not that I couldn't pass for a woman. I had always watched my weight and kept my hair long. I couldn't get into wigs, I wanted to be more real, My legs were ok and I kept my body hair shaved. I even used moisturizer on my face and body lotion to look a little softer. I thinned my brows a little and used a little peroxide to lighten them so I could redo them with a eyebrow pencil. Nothing to give me away though, no one knew about my girlie secret.

Three Cases and a Wedding

Three Cases and a Wedding
(An Iona Beddau Adventure)
By
Julie O

Edited By Robert Arnold

(This story includes characters from The Turbulence Series, Wild Card, Targets, Twins, and the Julieverse)

Iona Beddau finds she has to balance her upcoming marriage and her new job in magical law enforcement. Thankfully she has plenty of help from her friends and family.

Once the Hero Part 11

Once The Hero
Part 11
By
Grover

Chapter 47

    General Robert Laramie stared at his command center’s big board. Most of the gigantic screen’s sub-windows showed nothing but static snow. The majority of the outside sensors and cameras had been taken out by the successive EMPs and that nuclear blast wave.

    Above him the overhead lights flickered, and a few fixtures hanged dangling by their wires. He made a mental note to bring up that failure with his maintenance officer. Although they were within 5 klicks of ground zero, most of that distance had solid rock between his facility and it. Area 61 had been built to withstand nuclear attacks and in fact this was the second one it had survived.

Someday

Someday

My Own Lies kept Me From Seeing The Real Truth

    "What was I doing?" I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. "What have I done?" It was as if I had woke up from a dream where I had no control over what had occurred in the dream and then realized it was not a dream at all. I am a man or at least I was at one point. I sat down on the bed and began to go back through my life to try to find something to hold on to before I went out of my mind.


    I don't remember when I first became attracted to girls clothes but around 8 years of age I remember sneaking into my mothers room while she was gone and finding anything I could try on. I would be very careful to put everything back exactly as I found it wright down to to the creases. I had a huge overwhelming fear of being caught. However, a few times I was caught. My cousin Kathy was baby sitting me a lot during the summer and she caught me wearing something. She didn't make a big deal out of it, thinking I was just playing, but told me I was not to be messing around in mother's room. I stayed away that summer
out of fear.

    Then at age 13, I meet a girl in the apartments we moved to. My Mother and I were alone now due her divorcing my Father. Her name was Tracy and she was a lot of fun. We became close friends. One day she had invited a couple of other girls over and things took a unexpected twist. They like most girls started playing with make-up, clothes, and wigs. I looked on secretly wanting to join in but had every intention of protecting my manhood. Then Tracy pulled a fast one. She told the other girls that they should all practice on me. I objected but not enough to stop them knowing full well that was exactly what I wanted. I was soon wearing a wig, make-up, and a dress. I was thrilled inside. They laughed and I had fun. I was really thin and small framed so I am sure I looked like a girl when they were finished. When the other two girls left I was sad because It was time for me to return to my own clothes.

    We were such close friends that I let down my guard and I asked Tracy as casually as I could "could I borrow the wig and one outfit to show my mom? as a joke?" knowing inside that there was no way I was going to ever show my mom and it was no joke. She said "sure". I used a bag so no one knew what I was carrying and quickly went home before my mother got home from work. I promptly hid the clothes and for a few days I was able to dress up anytime I was alone. Then I made a idiot mistake and changed my hiding place to the clothes hamper in my room. It was my job to empty it each week, so I felt safe. Next thing I knew My mother had found the wig and the outfit. By that time it was the weekend and she had invited Jack over. They were dating. She has always been a drama queen and when I heard her call me into the living room I knew I was in trouble.

    To my horror, she was holding the wig and outfit. Jack was sitting on the sofa. I had to think fast but I was brain dead. I started by telling her the truth "those belong to Tracy my girlfriend" "She let me borrow them" not realizing the implication. Mother immediately threw a fit, "you've been wearing these?" I replied "only in fun" She got more upset and sent me to my room. The shame and fear welled up inside me to the point that I could barely stand it. Then She called me back and said "I don't know what I have done to deserve this?" she was in tears "If you are really a queer I will have to take you to a doctor for counseling."

    That was the breaking point, I broke down and cried. I panicked and resorted to a lie. I told her what she wanted to hear to escape. "No, I said, I lied to you, I'm sorry, Tracy left those here by mistake." She calmed down and began lecturing me about letting anyone in the apartment while she was gone. Then instead of letting me return the wig and outfit she told me she was going to return them herself and have a talk with Tracy's Mom. "Oh no!!, please don't mom." She said "you get to your room, your grounded." I prayed that I didn't get Tracy in trouble and I would not be found out. I thought to myself "would Tracy ever speak to me again?" I was not allowed to play with her after that and soon her and her mother moved away.

    If only I had the courage to stand up to my Mother and held to the truth. The lie was the most damage of all, I knew I could hide and If I was caught I would just lie and make excuses. If I wasn't believed it didn't matter because no one wanted to call me on it. Nobody wanted to believe I was weird. The lie was only hurting myself. I split myself into. Inside I was feminine and outside I was masculine. I was ashamed of who I really was. My Mother would have got over it but I was too much of a coward to face the truth.

    As I got a little taller and I was thrilled that some of my Mom's clothes were close to fitting me. Jack and her got married just before I started high school. There were no more episodes after the big blow up. My desire was still strong and once I bravely rode my bike up to a woman's store. I made up a lie about buying a special gift for my sister and purchased a pair of expensive pink satin panties trimmed in lace. The woman clerk must have known I lied  when I told her I didn't know what size. I said my sister was the same size as me instead of giving her a size. She picked the size for me. She gift wrapped it anyway. She knew. I was just to ashamed to be the girl that needed panties.

    I raced home on my bike, anticipating the thrill of wearing my own panties. When I tried my new panties on I was thrilled all over. I lay down in them. It didn't take long before I climaxed. I didn't have fantasies about girls even though I definitely was attracted to them but I didn't have fantasies about men either and was not attracted to them. My fantasies were about being feminine. Wearing panties was erotic for me, I stuck my manhood between my legs and held my legs together to make the panties look flat in front while I looked in the mirror. I wore them a lot even to school. Finally I graduated from school and went off to college for one year. I had a dorm room shared with another guy. So, there was no way to cross dress. I continued to masturbate and fantasize about feminizing myself.

    I meet a another guy named Tony and we became buddies. Later after spending many weekends and evenings hanging together. I realized Tony was Gay. He was masculine and never made any advances towards me. I did not have a clue. When we first meet I noticed the women at college really thought he was attractive and my hope was that soon we might be double dating but of course that was not going to happen, he just wanted to hang with me. He thought I was straight. I never told him my secret. We were great friends, he really knew how to party. So much so that I soon had a grade point avg that was impossible to bring up. I flunked. I returned home a complete failure. I've never lived it down since, my Mother being the drama queen that she is.

    Later, at 20 years of age I finally meet a woman. We dated, had intercourse for the first time, and she eventually moved in with me. A couple of years later I insisted we get married. From time to time I would use her clothes to give myself a extra thrill which was always more exciting than normal intercourse. Of course, I knew by then I was a transvestite, no denying it now. Being married however seemed to lesson the need a great deal. Eventually after 5 years of marriage she had an affair with a work mate and divorced me. She never knew about my hidden secret or if she did she never said a word.

     My next marriage was even worse although I loved her she was an alcoholic and even after being told she would die within a couple of years she would not stop drinking. She wasn't home much and took most of her clothes with her. She ran around and stayed anywhere she could get alcohol. I refused to Divorce her no matter what my family and friends said. I got more desperate in my loneliness and slowly collected everything I needed to cross dress. I even went shopping at a dress store. Again I lied to the woman clerk and told her it was for my wife, same size as me of course. I lied to myself, She showed me a section of dresses that she said would fit. Like a woman I looked through them and several minutes later picked a couple of cute dresses. When I got home and tried them on I got a special thrill. They were a perfect fit, The tops of each dress were small perfect for a woman with no or small breasts. The Clerk knew they were for me. It was if I could get help from any woman as long as I was willing to make up some lie. I realized now the women were protecting my pride and going along with my lie. She had helped me feminize myself!!

    I had special ordered a wig. I bought a drawer full of very feminine panties. I had a bra, breast forms, a slip and hose. I bought the old fashioned wire curlers and a set of hot curlers so I could roll my hair wet or dry. I let it grow longer than I had ever had my hair before but still it was no where close to being passable. I could get close by using the curlers but only on top and the sides. The back was too short. While at the hair stylist one day a saw a guy come in with wavy hair. I jumped on the opportunity to ask if she could make my hair wavy like his. Of course Becky said "no problem, let me set you an appointment." I said "can't we just do it now?" "Oh no", she said "it takes a couple of hours." She instructed me to go home and condition my hair then until the appointment just wash it without using any chemicals.

    I was scared the day of my appointment and I was glad to see there was very few customers. Becky was there but surprised me when she said John is the one who would give me the permanent. "A permanent?" I gasped, "I just want a wave", She smiled "Well silly, that is how it's done" "It won't be a full perm, It will be wavy just like you wanted" "But, we still have to use permanent and set your hair". I looked like a dear in the headlights. I couldn't back out and besides deep inside I had always wanted my hair curled. I watched when I could but still It was not a big turn on because a guy was doing my hair and he also turned me away from the mirror. However, I did get to set under the dryer like a woman. Then came the next shocker. Becky told me when I payed her that I was not allowed to wash my hair and restyle it for 3 days. "your hair will look curly until you wash it, in fact you should reach up and scrunch your curls with your hands when you get the chance." "Oh, thanks." I said still in shock.

    At home I couldn't wait to dress up with my new permanent wave. I knew from practice how to put make-up on. I would have to stop and relieve myself by masturbating several times before I would finally be fully dressed and feminized. I tried to keep dressed up and just lounge around but I was uncomfortable and uneasy. Once I had climaxed a few times It seemed pointless to stay dressed up. My wife finally died about the same time they said she would if she didn't stop drinking. I gave all her clothes to her daughter from a earlier marriage. I already had my own clothes anyway. I was heartbroken and lonely but due to her being gone a lot I was not hurting as much as I would have been.

    I also had special ordered a white see-through baby doll with matching panties. It had a inch of ruffled lace on the hem and lace shoulder straps. Small pink bows were all over it and there was a wrap to match it. I loved it. If I bent over my panties trimmed in lace and pink bows would show. Sometimes I would use my wig and sometimes I would set my hair. I always wore my baby doll while I put make up on and rolled my hair. I wanted badly to go further with feminizing myself but I had no encouragement and I was to much of a coward. I was tormented. I needed help. Soon I decided counseling would turn me back from my obsession, I was wrong. I asked for a female counselor. She immediately let me know she was a lesbian and that she understood totally what I was going through. This is where the Dream I spoke of started. I told her everything.

    At first she just sat and listened. After several visits she explained to me that there was no cure. She went on to say "You are not just a transvestite, Eric. From listening and studying your case I know now that you are what is called a transsexual." "You won't be satisfied until you are a complete woman." I was shocked but it did explain why I wanted to go further and further with looking feminine. "Oh God, are you sure?" "Yes I am" she replied. "But, just to be safe we will take it slow and you can stop anytime you want." "I want you to feminize yourself beyond what you have been." "You have got to overcome your fears and shame so you can make the right choice." "You will have to let me decide what to do next until then." "You will need someone to help you." "I know you don't know anyone yourself because you have been hiding your true gender, so I am going to give your number to a woman who can help you." "You're job is to let go and put her in charge" "Well Ok, I said. I can stop anytime I want?" "Not at first" she said. "You have to give it a little time then we'll talk some more." "I am prescribing some medications for you to help you feminize yourself." "In fact, before you leave today I will give you a couple of shots to get you started." "Come back in a month for your next visit." "If you don't have anymore questions? our time is up today." "The nurse will administer the shots in the next room and here is your prescription to fill at the store." "Thanks Doctor Jackson."

    As I left after receiving two shots in the rear, I looked at the prescription and realized the two medications were Premarin and Progesterone. Female hormones!! I felt a warm sensation in my stomach when I realized I had just been feminized. I was scared but thrilled again. When I got home I put on my baby doll and panties and relieved myself. Shortly after I got a phone call. A woman said "is this Eric?" I said "yes" she replied "I am Susan, Dr Jackson asked me to call you." "Oh yes,nice to meet you." she continued "I would like to come by this evening, so we can talk." I said "Great, I'm looking forward to seeing you." She then asked me "what are you wearing wright now? and don't lie to me." I timidly replied "a baby doll gown and panties." She said "Good, don't change that will be perfect." "I want us to be girlfriends and I want you to get used to being feminine when were together." She said "I am bi-sexual so don't be embarrassed."

    Susan arrived a few minutes later. She was very cute and we were the same height and weight. 5'6'' 140lbs aprox. She had shoulder length hair. She was wearing a blouse and skirt. She immediately gave me a hug. She started "Let me look at you" "Oh, yes" she said you will make a beautiful girl." "Thanks." "I am going to call you Erica, if you don't mind, it's much more feminine." "ok, yea" "Erica, I used to work at a salon so lucky for you I can help you feminize yourself wright here at home." "Oh, thanks Susan." "Erica, Dr Jackson has told me everything and I mean everything so I know that your girlie and feminine and I also know about your fears." "What I want you to do is always tell me what you really want." "After all Erica,it will just be me and you until your ready to leave home and face who really are." "I want you to be as sissy and feminine as you would be if you had been raised up a girl in dresses." "Let me see your feminine side, let your fantasies come true." "That's our goal." "OK." "Oh, Susan I'm in love with you already." She then told me that it would best if she was my roommate so she could help me 24/7. That meant I had to dress as a woman anytime I wasn't leaving to go somewhere.

    The next morning she reminded me to take my hormones. I was off on vacation for two weeks so things got going pretty fast. She left and returned with more of her clothes and a lot of beauty items. "Erica, you will feel more feminine if you shave your legs and underarms, here is some hair remover cream and some pink razors I got for you." I went into the bathroom and found the tub full of bubble bath waiting. I slipped in and it was heavenly. I knew exactly what to do. I had seen both my wives shave many times and always wanted to try it. I raised one leg up and put on the cream, slowly I ran the pink razor from my ankle to my upper thigh repeating then switched legs...uooo, I felt feminine. I raised each arm and shaved my pits. "Erica, for now on keep yours legs and underarms shaved and use the shampoo and conditioner that I'm using." "I brought you a couple of more baby dolls with panties so you will have more nighties to wear."

    I dried and tried on one my new nighties. I had a rock hard on as usual and laid down just long enough to relieve myself. It was erotic. After a moment Susan came in and asked me about my nightie. I remembered what she said about letting go. "I love it, It so cute, I feel high in it." "Susan said "Oh, You are a sissy girl aren't you." I replied "yes, I have never had anyone I could admit it to." "Well, that has changed now, cutie. Since were both girlfriends do you want me to help with your hair?" "Yes, but it's too short really" I replied."  Susan smiled "I thought you might say that" "I have just the thing, you are going to love this. This will take most of the day. First I need to put more curl in your hair. Then I will give you a more feminine blond color." "Come in here to the sink and I will wash your hair." "Now if you're not sure this is what you want just say so and we will slow down". My eyes were lite up like Christmas lights on a tree.

    She brought out a box of permanent curling rods with built in clips. I could feel an erection coming on. She combed through my hair and sectioned it off. I was celebrating inside. I almost wanted to stand and jump up an down like a excited school girl and giggle. This time I was able to watch as each rod was rolled down and clipped. She got the top and back done and noticed I had a hard on. She said "You sissy, you are really enjoying this." I replied, "yes, this is wonderful, I'm sorry but I have to relieve myself, I can't resist it." "Erica, don't move let me help." A moment later I was in heaven. As I set back in my chair she pulled down my panties. I thought I would pass out when she started sucking me off. I had just about climaxed when she took my penis out of her mouth. She held out the palm of one hand and then pumped with the other. I climaxed and shot cum into her cupped palm. After she emptied me she cupped her hands and told me to help her lick it up. I was so turned on I immediately started licking and swallowing while she did the same. We both ended up with cum on our checks. She washed her hands and returned with a wet towel for me. I reached down and pulled my panties back up. She continued rolling my hair. I was in love.

    I smelled the ammonia as the permanent cream was put on. At the right time she rinsed and put in the deactivater. Then after awhile she rinsed again. Next she used the hair color with conditioner. Returning to the chair she set my hair in curlers. She could see the excitement in my eyes. While waiting for my hair to dry she asked me If wanted my bangs cut. Then told me my eyebrows were really bad and we had to do something with them. I told her yes please what ever she thought I needed to go ahead, I trusted her opinion. The next thing I knew she had cut bangs and waxed my eyebrows, arching them both. Still in curlers I could see in the mirror my face was lot more feminine. After my hair dried she took out my curlers. This time I had a full permanent. "What do you think" she said. I let go. "Oh, I can't believe it, it's so sissy, I love the curls, thank you." Susan replied, "my pleasure, you deserve it." I reached up and patted my curls. "Next I am going to put in hair extensions that are the same color and will reach just below your shoulders" I swallowed, "you mean I will have long hair like yours?" Susan replied, "yes cutie, and it will be curly too since we just curled your hair."

    About three hours later, I had long spiral curls that softly lay on my shoulders. I couldn't believe it. It was a dream come true. I shook my hair expecting the extensions to fall out. My hair was also a feminine blond color, soft and pretty. I let go again, "It's darling" "I could almost pass for a woman now!!" Susan smiled and laughed, "well not just yet but you will." "Lets see what you look like with your make-up on, Erica." "Oh, my, another hard on girl." She reached down with her soft hand and rubbed me gently. She saw me weaken and start to climax. She told me to cup my hands and jacked me off. The cum shot into my cupped hands. We both licked it up out of my hands and occasionally licked tongs.Then this time we licked our checks with each others tongs. Susan watched me while I showed off how easy it was for me to put make-up on. She told me what colors to use and told me when I was over doing it. Susan told me that everyday for now on I was to put my face on every morning and take it off before bed. She said we both would do our own. She gave me some special cream she said that would help moisturize my face.

    After we finished moisturizing, I watched while she pined her hair up for bed. Then in turn I did mine. She changed into her own baby doll and panties. There was only one bedroom so we both slept together. I was shocked when I still got yet another hard on. She said since we were girlfriends she wanted me to lick her clit like a woman. First, I got on my knees between her legs and she laid back while I licked her clit then we 69'ed and both climaxed. It was erotic. We slept together every night in our baby dolls and lace panties. For the next week I did my face every morning and fully dressed in different outfits. One day it was a cute dress, then a blouse and skirt, then once we both wore one piece bathing suits. In the morning I took my pills and once dressed she had me put on high heels to teach me how to walk like a woman. She made sure I sat like a woman and held my elbows in. I folded my hands and crossed my legs. She gave me a manicure and pedicure just before she taught me how to paint my nails.

    The second week, started with another surprise. Susan said after breakfast "Darling we need to pierce your ears and then I think you are ready to pass as a woman, now." "You have learned so fast, you're a natural. After I pierce your ears, we are going shopping." The fear griped me just like it had anytime I thought about leaving home dressed up. "Oh Susan, are you sure, what if someone sees me?" Susan looked at me. "Darling it is all in your head you don't look like a man, you look like a woman. If someone sees you they will know you are exactly what you are, a woman." "Get over it, men don't wear dresses and curl their hair." "They don't wear make-up or carry purses." "and they sure don't wear high heels, silly girl." I went into the bedroom and looked in mirror after she pierced my ears. I was wearing a darling pair of gold ear rings. Which brings us to the end of the dream that I had awoken from. But the Dream was real, I couldn't deny what she said. I wasn't a man, I was a woman. I finally let go. I was no longer afraid. I picked up my purse and was ready. Susan and I went shopping and had a great time. The rest of week I relaxed, the feeling of uneasiness was gone, I was comfortable in my female clothes. I could sit with Susan and just watch TV and it felt perfectly natural now.

    When vacation ended I let the fear grip me again. I whined to Susan "What am I going to do now? What will everyone think at work? I will probably be laughed at and fired." Susan replied "you are such a sissy, tell them the truth, be proud you're a woman" "you are not a little girl any more, afraid of your mother, are you?" So what if they do say something hateful or try to hurt you. They can't spank you. They can't make you ashamed if you're not. Swallow all all that stupid male pride of yours, you are not a man anyway." "You don't need any male pride." "Use those balls of yours while you still have them." Susan was wright again, I have to let go and face it. Luckily I worked as a Store clerk at a large Department Store. It wasn't the first time someone switched genders at the store. The Manager to my surprise was not shocked at all and saw no reason why I couldn't continue with my job. She said "In fact I think customers prefer female clerks anyway." "You are a pretty woman." I was thrilled all over, I felt acceptance. I was a woman.

    My next visit to Dr Jackson, I was of course fully dressed. She almost didn't recognize me. She was amazed at how quickly I had transitioned. My confidence and graceful moves were feminine. She asked me "Erica, how do you feel now, are you happy with your new life?" I replied "Oh yes, its wonderful." "Susan has helped me so much." Dr Jackson said "Soon, your skin will soften. Your breasts will bulb and grow. Your buttock and hips will broaden." "Is that what you want?" I replied, "Oh yes, my skin is already getting soft and I can't wait for my breasts to grow. I just want to thank you. You have made me a happy woman." Dr Jackson smiled and reminded me to get my shots on the way out. I bent over pulled down my panties, held up my skirt and was thrilled as I felt the injections.

    After a few months of hormones I was thrilled to wake up with small breasts one morning. Soon though I could no longer get it up any more, by then I didn't care, I was looking forward to completely feminizing myself and having it done. I didn't want to wait even a year. After six months I traveled overseas and had a vaginoplasty done. I woke up a new woman completely feminized. Susan was waiting for my return and was very happy. I was shocked and thrilled yet again when the doctor gave me a complete set of dildos. She explained that for at least 6 more months I needed to use these three times a day to allow my new vagina to dilate. That was no problem, Susan strapped on a dildo and penetrated me morning, evening, and at bedtime. It is erotic. I don't cross dress anymore. I guess there is a cure after all. We still sleep in our baby dolls and panties but then again that is what girls are suppose to sleep in. I love getting my hair curled and still hurry home so I can use my dildo. The Real Truth is that I am a Woman. Don't be afraid, Just let go.

To Hope Again. Part 2. A Home That Love Built Story, by Andrea Lena DiMaggio

Sometime in the future:

Dear Reader: I was delighted to find that this writer account was still open after all these years. I wanted to write this story to tell you something about my family. I haven’t much experience with writing, so please bear with me, okay? I hope this blesses you. Sincerely, Angelina Abruzzi

To Hope Again
Part 2
The Longest Day

A "Home that Love Built" Story
by Angelina Marie Abruzzi
Thanks Daddy!

The weight of the world, the need to survive
Has made you believe, that you've got no right
Then out of the blue, you meet someone
Who offers a place, warm as the sun

Getting Sorted -4-

Two things that are both better hot...
catfish restaurant
 
Getting Sorted

 

by Erin Halfelven

 

4. Sex and Catfish


Tears. A Home That Love Built Story, by Grover

Not every tear is one of sadness and despair. For each one cried in sorrow, the ones that fall in happiness are all that much more precious.

Tears
By
Grover
Silently, Irene passed a tissue to her crying friend. She’d had one of her ‘feelings’ that more than a few would be needed today and made certain her purse was well supplied.

Although Cathilynn often teased her about being ready for anything, Irene did her best to stay prepared. She guessed you could take the girl out the Army, but not take the Army out of girl. Simply too many years spent training to stay ready for anything. Even that was easier than trying to take the girl out the boy.

Arresting Development -6- Recovery

Arresting Development

6/ Recovery

By Ariel Montine


Will Gerrie recover from the seizure that has landed her back in the hospital?

screen test


screen test

Sara's Story. A Home That Love Built story, by Catherine Linda Michel

A Home That Love Built Story. “Sara's Story. Rededication.

My alarm clock showed the time to be 3AM when I looked at it, blearily. Why was I looking at my clock at that hour? Well, the damn phone woke me up.

“Hello?” I mumbled into the phone. “Who is this?”

“Is this Cathilynn, the owner of The Home That Love Built?” The voice asked me.

“Yes, yes, it is. Now who is this calling me at this ungodly time of the morning?”

“We have a teen here in the hospital. This is Head nurse, Natalie Colm calling. I know what your place is all about, and I think you need to get here ASAP. This kid is in a bad way. I can't give you any details on the phone, but I can say that this is serious, and it concerns you and what your Home is all about.”