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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
The first in a series of short erotic slideshows.
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The images are from the stylish French (but English language) site Explicite!
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Thursday, March 17, 2011
Crossdreaming may be defined as getting aroused by the idea of having the body of the opposite sex. Yeah, I thought you would find that topic familiar.
Anyway, we are not talking about blogs presenting erotic TG caps or stories here, but blogs discussing how crossdreamers like ourselves can cope with real life.
Jason and Jack have now launched a Crossdreamer discussion forum called Crossdream Life where you can share your life story and experiences, discuss the nature of crossdreaming, find friends and much more.
There is even a chat function.
You may discuss the role of erotica in your life over at Crossdream Life as well, but it is not a forum for sharing caps and stories. For that I warmly recommend Rachel's Haven and Feeling Femme.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Ed's rules of engagement also apply here:
This is a story involving explicitly described sex. If you think you might be offended by it, or you aren't allowed by the laws of the place in which you live to read such a story, don't. If you read past this warning, any offense you take or laws you break are your problem. I've warned you.
Permission is hereby given to archive this story anywhere on the Internet, so long as the author is credited, it is reproduced in its entirety (including this disclaimer!) and no fee is charged to access it.
Miss DeVille's Academy - Lucas's Story
By Lurker B.
I looked warily out the side window. We'd arrived at a complex of buildings set amongst a thick grove of trees - well isolated from the highway. The place looked a bit like a college campus - rather old fashioned and extremely well maintained. A small sign in gothic letters spelled out the name: "The Miss Sheila DeVille School for Wayward Boys." I snorted to myself. Miss DeVille. Probably some 80 year old battleaxe of an educator who could fit right into a Pink Floyd video.
So this is my new home, I thought. At least until I got tired of it. I grabbed my pack and jumped out of the county van. The driver wasted no time in peeling out of there. I was glad to see him go - he'd seemed oddly nervous on the trip over from the family courthouse. I saw nothing to fret about. This was just another layover as far as I was concerned. I'd seen them all since my parents had died. Orphanages, foster care, reform schools - one no different from the other.
At 16, I'd been a ward of the state for half of my life. I really didn't like authority, and authority didn't like me. I wasn't an out- an-out criminal - but I took a certain perverse delight in making things miserable for those who were stuck with me. Probably because for them, I was just another stipend from the government - they warehoused me with the rest of society's rejects, then cashed the checks.
I looked up the stone steps of the main building. Another boy was standing at the top, obviously waiting for me. He was wearing a well- cut blue blazer, with a neatly pressed shirt and gray slacks - and a damned tie. Cool. If this school required uniforms, it'd make it that much easier for me to irritate the teachers.
I walked up to him. "Lucas Fletcher?" he asked.
"Yep," I replied laconically.
"Jack Barlow. Welcome to Miss DeVille's. I'm here to help you get acclimated. Follow me." I accompanied him into the foyer - very well- appointed with marble floors and Victorian furniture. He turned and led the way down a long corridor - taking swift strides. I noticed his hair was neatly trimmed and he walked with near military precision.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
But for God's sake, do not grow a conscience and start talking about ethics. Upper Management does not treat traitors according to the Geneva convention.
Another insane tale about forced feminization.
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Permission is hereby given to archive this story anywhere on the Internet, so long as I'm credited as the author, it is reproduced in its entirety (including this disclaimer!) and no fee is charged to access it.
On the matter of fees: I wrote this story (and others) for free, and I never expected to get anything out of it except the occasional response or critique, either good or bad. Constructive criticism is welcome, though please don't be abusive, and remember that this is primarily an attempt at a wank-story, not something aimed at a Pulitzer Prize.
My point being: the only benefit I get from writing is feedback, and it seems to be tapering off in recent years. If you like it, tell me! If you don't, tell me why! Leave feedback on Fictionmania (that's best), or send email to:
Put "your stories" in the subject line, or I might miss it in all the junk email I get.
Miss Sheila DeVille's School for Wayward Boys
By Ed Miller
Miss Payne walked down the hallway of Miss Sheila DeVille's School for Wayward Boys, on her way to her fourth period class. Her swaying ass, her huge, bra-less breasts, and the way she thrust her shoulders back proclaimed her confidence, her enjoyment of her position and her day. The boys she passed in the hallway saw what looked like an assured young teacher, barely into her twenties, with a body, a face, and a long mane of golden hair that assured her a starring role in their adolescent fantasies. There was nothing to suggest that anything else had ever been the case.
The halls she walked through presented a slightly more unusual sight. At most public high schools, a teacher of Miss Payne's apparent youth and extreme voluptuousness would have elicited catcalls, at the least, from the troublemakers among the male students. Even a normal private school's hallways would likely have seen some whispered comments behind hands, some jokes snickered at furtively. In Miss DeVille's School, the students were quiet as the grave as they moved purposefully from lockers to classrooms. If many of them followed the sway of Miss Payne's perfect ass, or the bouncing masses that were her giant G-cup tits, they could hardly be faulted for that. But not a one made the least gesture of disrespect.
As she reached her classroom and settled behind the desk, Miss Payne scanned the room. She was happy to see that her class was entirely full of boys today. As she expected, each of her young charges were in their seats, books on desks and ready for instruction. They sat ramrod-straight, eyes forward expectantly. Each of them was dressed in the school uniform: gray pants, blue blazer emblazoned with the school crest, white shirt and striped tie. Every one looked freshly pressed and ready to learn.
Every one, that is, except Timmy. In the third row he sat, leaning to the side with his feet in the aisle. His book rested on the floor next to his desk, his brown hair was disheveled, and his tie was loosened to allow his top button to be unbuttoned.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
His wife had realized that he was never going to be the man she had expected. It was time to ask the demon to liberate him.
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Go to Slideshare and click on Full for an online full screen experience.
The photo series containing the wife (Delilah) and the demon (Gia) is taken from TS Seduction, one of the best tranny sites I know of. The post-transformation scene with Angelica Saige is from Brazzers.com.