transsexuals stories and histories

Chapter 2
It was a restless night, and I woke from my sleep several times throughout the night. Fortunately, I was allowed to sleep in. When I awoke, I didn't know exactly what time it was, as there were no clocks upstairs, and I had left my phone downstairs. Yet I decided I should start by cleaning up....

Megan saved me. Caught between two worlds, I felt out of place, out of body, and out of my mind. I'd always felt like I didn't belong in my body - a boy by birth. It wasn't until my mid-teens that I had the courage to say something - do something about it. Despite my dad's rejection, my transition to womanhood was pretty smooth. I took hormones and I changed - I became slenderer and sleeker. My waist pulled in, my hair turned fair and light, and my voice register went higher. Then there were my breasts. The...

Dear Reader,
In Part 1, Sissy Angela met his roommate and pimp, Mistress Wyatt. His new Mistress ordered the prison's beautician, Tiffany, to dye the sissy's hair and style it in a glamorous updo. Then she loaned Angela to a prison guard as payback for a favor. In this installment Angela services a prison VIP....

Jake had been counting the hours since last Wednesday, each day a slow crawl of restless energy. Envy and Desiree had carved themselves into his mind--their hands, their voices, the way they'd owned him so completely. By the time the doorbell rang, he was a live wire, bolting to answer it with his heart hammering against his ribs. He swung the door open, and there they stood, side by side, a vision that stole his breath. Envy's green eyes glinted with wicked promise, her jet-black hair catching the hallway ...

Note 1: This is a reupload, incorporating feedback I received on the first upload.
Note 2: This story includes mind control, dubious consent, threesomes, crossdressing, domination/submission, and cuckolding. It is not supposed to be taken seriously or viewed as a morality tale. Think of it as just some hot roleplay. If that's your cup of tea, please read on!...

I awoke with a soft, delicate whimper, feeling a small hand rubbing my clit, straining in its usual morning routine. Jo-Jo's cupping and gentle rubbing didn't help in the slightest, groaning as I slowly opened my eyes to see an eager expression staring down at me.
"Do you know what today is, Rory?" I whined, my mind focused on her touching me a bit too much for a retort. I reached out with my hands, finding her thighs to grip for support, pulling the smaller sissy in closer. Jo-Jo giggled, allowing herse...

Author's Note: (a) This is a pilot story. Tell me if you liked the idea, and I will continue the story. (b) I would love to receive ideas and suggestions for a sequel. This may not be reflected in the next chapter, but it will affect the rest of the story. (c) Please note that this is a bisexual story, if that's not your thing - don't read it....

Author's note:
Whilst this works as a stand alone story, reading the earlier chapters will give you better context. In case you can't be bothered with all the previous 48k words, here is a synopsis for you:
Rune, the runt of the family, and only son, grew up with four over-achieving sisters and, shunned by his parents and siblings, lived the life of a loner, dressed in his sister's feminine 'hand me downs'. He was befriended by Becca, a hot soccer player, at College. She discovered he had a pair of hi...

"Mm." I wake up and stretch. I'm alone in my bed and my clitty has a piss hard on. Miss Beth explained to me girls don't have cocks, they have clits.
My darlings went to a dinner party last night and didn't get home until late. It's the first Friday in February, the start of Peace Week. The week long celebration of the end of WW3, when the world wide matriarchy began....

All characters are over the age of 18.
Chapter 06: Claire
Tori finally reached a room on the end of one of the long hallways which had the name 'Claire' painted in black on the door.
"Bingo" Tori said out loud to herself.
She wiped the remaining tears as she knocked on the door.
"Yes?" She heard Claire call from the other side of the door....

And then I froze. Down the at the end of the hallway, I heard laughter. "Shit!", I thought. Someone was going to see me and know that I'm a guy pretending to be a girl.
"It's okay, Krista", Alix said softly as if reading my mind. "You look great!"
I still couldn't move. Alix gave a small giggle and pushed me across the threshold. I stumbled in my heels as I heard the deafening "THUD" of the door closing and locking behind us. I glanced at Alix. She smiled....

Ian is a beautiful young trans man who lives in the city. He has long, voluminous hair and a snatched waist. His ass has some jiggle and he wears the cutest of clothes. Usually, he likes to go to the local bar to hang out with his friends and play pool.
At the bar he meets Mark, a tall, handsome man with a thick beard and thicker arms. They quickly hit it off and Ian invites Mark back to his place....

For a long time I though my husband simply liked to be cucked. I thought he just liked watching me with other men, like having live porn on. I thought he loved "the show" aspect. I soon learned that I was missing out on the best part of making him a cuckold.
It started with a role play session. On top of being a cuck, my husband loves to be submissive with me. In fact, we rarely have "normal" sex anymore. Typically either my bull is fucking me or I'm fucking my husband with a strap on....

Brendan woke early on Tuesday morning. He felt happy and content as he drifted off to slumber last night, but upon waking, his first thought was of Stephanie. The situation was complicated. He knew they weren't suited to each other, but some of the words she'd said to him yesterday had gotten under his skin. His stomach sank....

Today was the day. Alexa was to arrive at 5 p. m.
It was 4 p. m. and the menu was planned, the ingredients prepped, and the house clean and tidy. Matt had finished the table and plate settings the night before, complete with a new white tablecloth, restaurant-style.
At this point, there was little left for him to do. He pottered around the kitchenette, checking that everything was ready. Much of his mind was elsewhere, though. How would Alexa react upon seeing him in the apron? It would certainly stri...

**My First story. This is a multi part slow burn romance so the beginning is mostly character development. I would love reviews, feel free to give any criticism.**
The day had finally come when we were leaving for college. It was a sad Farewell for my siblings as we all shed tears and gave multiple hugs in the Drive way. My parents and I started bright and early packing the car and heading out for our 3 hour long drive. I was deep in my own thoughts when a text came through from Simon....

****** Foreword ******
This is the next installment of my Sissy Fantasy. Please make sure you read part 1 and 2 before. Trust me, it's worth it.
I had so much fun writing this, and I would love to hear your feedback, in the comments below. Let me know what you'd like to see the helpless slut be made to do next....

Hello all, thank you to the commissioner for letting me post this sequel for you to check out. Hope you enjoy.
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The sound of my hand beating my meat echoes in my room, loud enough to drown the sound of the fake moans coming out of the pornstar's mouth. "FUCK! Why is this not working?!" I lash out, letting go of my half limp rod and tossing the bottle of lube on my desk across the room. I...

Temptation Under the Night
The night was as dark as ink, and the streets of the urban village mingled dimness with clamor. Broken streetlights cast faint halos, sketching out a silhouette that grabbed the soul. She leaned against the shadows beneath the overpass, dressed in a tight black miniskirt that hugged her slim waist and plump hips perfectly. The skirt was so short it barely covered her thighs, and with every little shift, it flashed the pale curve of her butt under black fishnet stockings, reveal...

Many of my stories contain some of the same sort of wording. In particular about the sensations of wearing women's clothing and undergarments.
I don't apologise for the repetition; this is what cross-dressing is all about.
I try to develop different scenarios in which a sissy is tricked, encouraged or forced to wear women's clothing....

In many ways, there's a great modern mystery that lurks throughout our cities, but only for a scant month or so every year. It's a place that seems to be there one moment and is gone again the next, returning once again a year later. Sometimes they're in the same space, other times they seem to move at random, but they always seem to inhabit old and abandoned buildings. Nobody really seems to know where they disappear to in their off season, they're simply empty and gone. Most people barely think about thes...

I was in college and I had been hooking up with this woman for a while. A tall brunette over twenty years older than me. We matched on Tinder. I did not tell her how relatively inexperienced I was with women, so our hookups had so far consisted of her telling me what she wanted me to do. And when she didn't tell me directly, her hands would guide me to where she wanted me to be. I was eager to please. I touched and licked and fucked her however she desired. I should have realized that revealing this eagerne...

Hi! So, I guess, you've read part 1... I hope you liked it... Ready for part 2?
Now where was I???
Oh yeah... I was in heaven! Dressed in my cute bunny outfit, in a 69 with one guy with another pounding my ass and 2 other guys stood over me jerking their cocks...
Mark was pounding my tight little hole (the one that I'd been training all week and keeping smooth and moisturised) and clearly loving it... A lot!...

I had been working remotely and living out of my converted van for about a year. Van life gave this sissy the anonymity and freedom to dress and live the sissy life.
I would travel the country and set up at public RV parks for weeks or months at a time. I would usually choose a site away from a lot of the other campers for a little privacy. I liked to wear little daisy duke shorts, girly tops and sexy dresses as i worked around the camp or did my office work on my laptop....

This is the second of four parts (so far) with a fifth being written.
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"Come on, you can do better than that!" said Clara as she looked to her webcam. The chat was going crazy. Some were even saying this was AI, but they had been saying that since they started this endeavor. The rest were waiting for the show to start, and for Clara to be satisfied with their donations....

The summer had started badly. I'd had a temporary job for a month, but the employer didn't decide to keep me on. I'd had some arguments with my girl friend and she'd suggested we have a cooling off period.
I recounted my troubles to my Aunt Helen. She gave me a hug and said she had a friend who might be able to help me. "I'll give her a call and hear what she can suggest."...

It has been a while since I have shared any of my experiences on this site. However, I have felt so naughty recently; I could not resist posting about one of my most recent experiences.
Firstly, let me introduce myself. My name is Geraldine, and although I try to be very discreet, I am a very naughty crossdresser. I am in my mid-twenties, and the more I have gotten into crossdressing, the more I have concentrated on my figure by going running to keep my waist slim as well as doing squats to make my arse ...

The next day was Friday so I worked from home. Focusing that morning had been hard. My mind kept going over what had happened last night and imagined what might happen tomorrow.
Interrupting my reverie, my phone buzzed.
It was a text from Ryan: "Try on the bikini. Now."
I stared at the text before replying....

Day one.
A slight jingle rang out as Logan crossed the threshold of Seventh Day Finds, the noise swallowed by a thick, honeyed quiet that hung like a curtain of old memories. The store carried a blend of scents--aged oak and a hint of rosewater, laced with the faint must of neglected fabrics. Shelves sagged under a cluttered mosaic of oddities: glassy-eyed ceramic cherubs, a moth-eaten hawk poised in mid-strike, and a vintage phonograph entangled in its own cracked vinyl, silent but brooding. His wiry bu...

This is a multi-part story with a slow build-up. I hope you enjoy this story of gradual submission and feminization. If you're looking for sex scenes, move on.
Chapter 1: Icarus Wings
Normally meeting a young lady who you would be proud to introduce to your mother is a source of joy. Yet nothing about this was normal. I'm not your typical young man. This is not your typical relationship. I did not have a typical upbringing. And my mother is anything but typical....