TG Caption – Actress G fiction

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He was still doing his job as a cameraman but, because of an unforseen event, he also began to start acting.
After the ”Red Hood“ movie, he could have stopped and choose to remain as a cameraman. That was his
dreamjob after all. But, seeing how everyone was complimenting on his acting as red hood, he developped a
liking to acting.

After only a short while, he received a letter. A contract for a second movie project where he would, again,
be acting and not filming. He would have just ignored it, like the dozens of other letters from before, if it wasn’t
for the movie director of this one film.

The movie director was his idol, a man he had respect for. He loved every movies that man had made. It
made him curious and he ended up going at the interview for the role. He met his idol and he was convinced to
play in the movie.

Then, they began shooting the movie “Fake Wonderland”. The movie was taking the famous “Alice in
Wonderland” and bringing it to a new light. It was a complete different story but with the same characters. Truly
a masterpiece, he thought.

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He was a little bit reluctant when he understood who he was going to play as, but, well, that was
obvious…He was gonna be Alice. In this movie, scientists were taking a man into their lab and forcing him to go
into the “Wonderland”. An eternal maze looking like a manor in the inside.

The man was also played by him. This was one of the factor that help him to agree with the movie. He was
supposed to be filmed during a feminization process. There could only be one shot for the scene. He was
supposed to act like a man who was reluctant to the change…

It wasn’t difficult . He was near naked, gagged, and lashed to a table. A bright light eclairing him. He could
only see actors dressed as scientists doing things to him. He was shaved violently. A particular make-up was
forced on him. Then he was given a woman’s body, a fake one of course. But, it was so well made that no one
could tell.

After that, he was send into the maze while being dressed as “Alice”. The script was supposed to make him
go from a place to another where everything could happen. Of course, the events were already known by the
crews…

He was supposed to undergo different painful trials in each place. First, he would be entering the baby-
kingdom where he would drink from a feeding-bottle. Then, the pet kingdom where he would be forced to act as
a dog while still dressed as Alice…All kinds of humiliating scenes were shot in that movie…

He had a hard time doing all this and he had to act and look like a girl for so long…

When the film was released, he had to dress once again like Alice. Strangely, it was the first time he didn‘t
feel reluctant…He was happpy to be “Alice”, happy to have been the “actor”…He was a little less at the movie
premiere. Everyone was laughing at him for having been Alice and having done all those things…Yet, once more,
as humiliating as it was, the movie was a huge success.


Well known artifacts crossdressing fiction

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Why yes, I am Dr. Jones, the archaeologist.

No, the guy who did all that stuff before World War II was my grandfather! And if
you don’t believe that some of the artifacts he supposedly found are real, then
you’re an idiot.

No way to prove it? Idiot! I am living proof that things like that exist. Sure it might
not have been one of those well known artifacts like Excalibur or The


Change fiction

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but with a lively enough crowd to distract anyone from snatching any details from their conversa-
lion. Ms. Fenstone was it the centre, an ageing black face and overlong fngemails, 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.

Flanking her were Director Simon Williams, and General Secretary Martin Moore. Both important
men. but neither as important as Ms. Fenstone. Their conversation had been scant, but the content
had been worth billions on the information black market. They spoke of dictators ris’ng and faling,
the bankroll of a certain terrorist cell, and their plans for research and development. Moore and Wil-
liams hadn’t brought much to the table other than the? respective agency’s pocketbooks, but Fen-
stone had brought something more brilliant than anything they’d ever seen.

What if I told you,” she spoke. in between bites of steak, “that I can not only deal with any looming
threats, but I can turn them toward your advantage, within say, a two week turnaround.”

The suggestion was so glibly put. but she meant it. and had the means to back it up. it was just a
matter of either of the two becoming ‘nterested. Naturally, they both raised an eyebrow. “Collagen
nanopiping, it’s the future of skincare products from a consumer perspective, it brimtens the skin
and literally rewrites the genetics of the cells to become healthier and more radiant. But if I wanted
to sell cosmetics then I would have gone into the family business. No, I want to sell solutions, solu-
tions to this nation’s problems.”

Williams and Moore were agiast. but they didn’t yet follow.

“The plan goes a little like this. Let’s say that there’s some half baked liberal crackpot stirr’ng up
anti American sentiment in Europe. A british comedian or poet or htellectual, starts tuning the
public against US foreign policy. This is a man who needs to be dealt with. I send one of my friends,
my dangerous friends. over to whichever piss stained hovel our problem is sleeping in, and he
drops a couple of millilitres onto the target’s forehead. With’n moments, she’s rewritten, and ready
to tow the party line. 100% satisfaction gJaranteed. They’ll even serve willingly once the material
has permeated all the way to the brain stem.”

She cant’ nued eating, but the gentlemen were confused.

“Sorry,“ Williams stuttered, “but did you say female?”

I did,” she shrugged. “The substance rewrites the chromosomes of the target to XX, female. We
don’t know why, but we don’t really care if it serves our puposes. The target disappears and what’s
left behind is our very own little subservient slut. I’m sure you gentlemen can get down with that?”
They eyed each other nervously.

“But you can probably guess I’m not short changing you here. We’ll have a demonstration now.”

As if by magic. a waiter appeared, carrying a mobile phone on a silver platter. it was laid down in
front of Ms. Fenstone. and then activated. She spoke into the receiver with a dul and empty accent.
“Let’s go.“

The signal reverberated through three different officers before gaining clearance by a top scientist.
The first field test of their lives’ work. The target, Donald Smythe. British journalist and green energy
campaigner, who had just began a program of anti-American vitriol in his newspaper. He never
even felt the chop in his ear while he slept.

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Completing The Physical Transformation Fiction

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WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MAKING SOMETHING AS A TEAM. MAKING
SOMETHING THAT WOULD WORK FOR THE WHOLE COMPANY. THE KIDS
OUT THERE NEED MUSIC, AND THEY WANT PEOPLE TO ASPIRE TO BE.
WHO WERE WE TO THINK MANUFACTURING SOMEONE LIKE THAT WOULD
GO SO WRONG. IT COULD HAVE BEEN THE COMPANY’S BOARD THAT
CAME UP WITH THE INNATE FLAW IN THE PLAN, BUT NO ONE STOPPED
THEM, AT EVERY STAGE WE WENT ALONG WITH IT, AND NOW IT’S ALL
OUR FAULT.

WE NEEDED A POP STAR THAT COULD BE ALL THINGS TO ALL PEOPLE.
WE NEEDED SOMEONE FOR THE KIDS TO LOOK UP TO, SOMEONE FOR
THE GIRLS TO FIND FIERCE AND STRONG AND SEXY, AND FOR THE GUY
TO DROOL OVER. I DON’T KNOW WHO ON THE BOARD THOUGHT A
MAN’S MIND WOULD WORK BETTER THAN A WOMAN’S, BUT WE ALL
AGREED IN OUR WAY. FINDING THE BEST ARTIST FOR THE JOB. A
STREET SINGER CALLED ORLANDO MCGUIGAN, HE WAS TAKEN TO A
TEST CENTRE, INTERVIEWED, AND THEN TRANSFORMED, PHYSICALLY A
MENTALLY INTO THE PERFECT PRODUCT. ONLY, WE DIDN’T COUNT ON
SOME THINGS.

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COMPLETING THE PHYSICAL TRANSFORMATION, WE BLANKETED HIS
ENTIRE BODY WITH EVERY FEMALE HORMONE AND PHEROMONE AVAIL-
ABLE, WHILST KEEPING HIS MIND MALE. IT MEANT THAT WHEN SHE
AWOKE, HER MIND WAS COMPLETELY OVERWHELMED BY THE SHEER
QLIANTITY OF FEMALE SEX CHEMICALS IN HER BODY, AND WE HAD TO
TRANQUILLISE HER IMMEDIATELY. SINCE THEN, EVERY TIME SHE WAS
AWOKEN, THE SAME THING HAPPENED, SHE EITHER BROKE DOWN MEN-
TALLY, TRIED TO ESCAPE, OR TRIED TO GET LAID AS QUICKLY AS POSSI
BLE.

BUT WE’RE A RECORDING COMPANY, NOT A PRISON, WE COULDN’T KEEP
SOMEONE UNDER SEDATION FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES. TOO MANY
PEOPLE WERE STARTING TO SNIFF AROUND THE PROJECT FOR US TO
JUST DISPOSE OF HER. WE HAD TO DO SOMETHING. THAT’S WHEN A
STAFFER UNDER ME CAME UP WITH AN IDEA. HER MIND WAS MORE OR
LESS EMPTY FROM THE CONSTANT BARRAGE OF HORNONES ANYWAY, I
WE PUT HER IN HIS HOME, WHEN SHE AWOKE HE’D SAY HE WAS HER
BOYFRIEND, AND THEN WE COULD SEE WHAT HAPPENED FROM THERE. I
KNEW HE WASN’T DOING IT FOR THE RIGHT REASONS, BUT IT WAS A
METHOD OF KEEPING THE COMPANY FREE OF LAWSUITS, HE WOULD BE
QUIET AND HAPPY, AND SHE WOULD HAVE THE BEST QUALITY OF LIFE
WE COULD OFFER. IF HE COULD SATISFY HER, THEN SHE MIGHT EVEN
BECOME THE POP STAR WE EXPECTED HER TO BE.

WE PUT THE PLAN IN MOTION, AND WITHIN A FEW WEEKS OUR STAFFER
QUIT HIS JOB. HE WAS GETTING MARRIED TO HER, AND THE TWO WERE
GOING ON A ROUND THE WORLD TRIP ON THE COMPANY’S DIME. WE
DIDN’T STAND IN THEIR WAY, IT WAS THE BEST POSSIBLE SOLUTION.
AND ROM THE LOOK O HER WHEN THEY ARRIVED TO PICK UP THEIR


Crossdressing new girls fiction

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THE LIGHTS WERE AT A LOW DIM TO PREVENT ACCURATE PHOTOGRAPHY, AND
THE ROOM SHOOK SLIGHTLY AT THE CONSTANT VIBRATION OF A FILTHY CEILING
FAN. THE MEN LINES THE AISLES OF CHAIRS, SOME SWEATING IN THEIR FADED
BUSINESS SUITS, OTHERS INSPECTING THE SPORTS PAGES, AND OTHER STILL
CHECKING THEIR WALLETS TO ENSURE THEIR RESOURCES WERE AS DE’
SCRIBED. THEY WERE SILENT, SMOKING, AND WAITING. THE SHOW WAS YET TO
BEGIN. THIS WAS NOT THE KIND OF SHOW MOST OF US WOULD DESIRE TO
ATTEND.

HUMAN TRAFFICKING IS ONE OF THE DIREST AND MOST INHUMANE PRACTICES
IN THE WHOLE WORLD, AND YET IN THIS TINY SPECK OF HONG KONG, THERE
HAD BEEN A MARKET FOR THE SALE OF WOMEN FOR CENTURIES. THE GIRLS
WERE BACKSTAGE, BEING PREPARED AT THE THREAT OF VIOLENCE, AND MADE
SURE TO LOOK AS PRETTY AS POSSIBLE. SOME WOULD LEAVE THIS PLACE
AND TRAVEL FOR THOUSANDS OF MILES, THEIR HOMES WOULD LONG BE
BEHIND THEM. A WARM BED AND A SMILE A WORLD AWAY. THEY HAD COME
FROM ALL OVER, WHITE, BLACK, CHINESE AND A HUNDRED DIFFERENT BACK-
GROUNDS AND SKIN TONES.

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ALL WAS MANAGED BY LIN FOU, THE ENFORCER. HE MIGHT NOT HAVE BEEN A
TRUE POWER PLAYER IN THE WORLD OF HONG KONG CRIMINAL POLITICS, BUT
HE STILL RULED HIS SMALL SECTION WITH AN IRON FIST. THERE HADN’T BEEN
QUITE SO MANY OF THE GIRLS FOR SALE IN ONE PLACE, AND HE WAS EXPECT
ING TO MAKE A LOT OF MONEY. HE’D BEEN DRINKING FOR MOST OF THE AF’
TERNOON, AND LONG INTO THE EVENING, SO BY THE TIME THE AUCTION WAS
DUE TO START, HIS PARAMOUR HAD GIVEN HIM MORE THAN HIS FILL. THE
BOTTLE SLIPPED FROM HIS FINGERS AND FELL DOWN ONTO THE CARPET,
STAINING THE FINE THREAD WORK. IT WAS TIME.

JENNIFER DIDN’T KNOW HER TRUE NAME, THE ONE HER PARENTS HAD GIVEN
HER. SHE ONLY KNEW THE NAME THAT FOU HAD DECIDED SHOULD BE HERS.
THIRTEEN YEARS SHE’D SPENT IN HIS SERVICE, UNTIL SHE’D DISCOVERED THE
WAY OUT. A REBEL OUTFIT HAD PREPARED A DRAUGHT FOR HER THAT WOULD
BOTH PARALYSE AND DETAIN FOU FOR LONG ENOUGH FOR THE SECOND ‘0 0
TO DO ITS WORK. SHE COULD HAVE LEFT A FEW WEEKS BEFORE, BUT THERE
WAS STILL MORE WORK TO DO.

DRAINING THE FLASK DOWN HIS FAT THROAT, HE GAGGED ON THE LIQUID, BUT
SOON CALMED. THEN THE TRANSFORMATION BEGAN. FULL, HEAVY BREASTS
GREW FROM HIS CHEST, AND HIS STOUT LEGS LENGTHENED NOTICEABLY. HIS
HIPS HEAVED THEMSELVES APART, GROWING WIDER AND MORE FEMININE, AND
HE FELT THE STRANGE CRACKLE OF BONE AND MUSCLE CHANGING AS HIS
FACE GREW DELICATE AND BEAUTIFUL. IN A MATTER OF MOMENTS HE HAD
TURNED INTO A TALL, SEXY BLONDE WOMAN. BUT THAT WAS NOT THE END OF
JENNIFER’S PLAN.

SHE FORCED HER WAY PAST HER MASTER’S GUARDS, DRAGGING THE CON-
FUSED NEW GIRL BEHIND HER. ON INSTRUCTION FROM MASTER FOU, THE REST
W THE GIRLS WERE TO BE RESERVED FOR HIM. BUT IN EXCHANGE, THE LOVE-
LIEST OF THE LOT WAS TO BE AUCTIONED AT HALF PRICE.

FOU WAS TOO DISTRACT ED BY THE NEW SENSATION OF HAVING MEN STARING
AT HER TO ARGUE.


The Black Widow Sexchange Fiction

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The Black Widow program had been going on since the early sixties, with the USSR having at their disposal the most brutal and violent undercover agent in the business. She was fast, she was beautiful and she was danger
ous, able to snare any man in the World, extract any secrets she needed, and then kill him without prejudice. As of 2016, the Black Widow had been silent for quite some time, with any signs to her former identity lost to the sands of time. It was a new world, was she even needed any more?


Alexei Kurdov had never been much of a hard worker. Lazy, vain and with a streak of petty crime that would make a teenager blush. He was also the publisher and editor for one of the most popular Russian political blogs in
the World, hiding his true nature beneath an exterior of bullying and cruelty in his day to day life. No one would suspect that he thought in the first place, never mind undermining an entire regime. No one, exeept the
Russian government. To them, Alexei was a problem, someone who needed to be removed.

The Black Widow program was extinct, but for this one special case it could be revived. This was a dangerous character, and there would be an energetic international reaction to the abduction or killing of the blogger, so the whole affair was to be conducted within the realms of utter secrecy, and complete deniability. The soviet archives were opened by cold hearted Russian agents, and a single mechanical spider retrieved from a test tube in a locked vault. Over the next few days it made its way from envelope to envelope, carried in the palm from agent to agent, until it was carefully placed on Alexei’s window sill as he sat writing on his laptop. The machine juttered to life, and through biosensitive lumines-cence it was able to identify its target in a matter of seconds. Alexei saw the strange black spider with the red ink on its back, but thought nothing of it. Nothing, until he was bitten.

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The pain was intense, AIeXei fell backward as the toxin immediately got to work. His insides churned and gurglcd as his inner organs were turned to acid. He collapsed down onto the ground, slowly dying.

A matter of hours later, the Black Widow awoke on the floor. Scarlet haired and as beautiful as she was deadly. The former Alexei Kurdov had fallen victim to her charms. The Widow mantle was passed from unfortunate target to the next, transforming and reprogramming the mind of a target, and becoming the next in a long ling of remorseless killers. Why waste your enemies by killing them when you could turn them against their friends and family. Complete with the knowledge of the entire workings of the political blog, the Widow was now able to take down the command structure from the top down.

All she needed was her catsuit.


FULLY A WOMAN CROSSDRESSER FICTION

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I WAS WORKING LATE AT COLLEGE WITH MY PROFESSOR, MILES
THORNE, I WAS A LAB ASSISTANT AT THE TIME, THOUGH MILES
WASN’T MUCH OLDER THAN ME. WE’D BEEN WORKING ON OUR BIO-
LOGICAL THEORIES FOR QUITE SOME TIME, THE BUILDING BLOCKS OF
LIFE COULD BE MOVED AND POSITIONED AS A TALENTED MIND COULD
WILL THEM TO BE, AND WE IMAGINED OUR MINDS TO BE TALENTED
ENOUGH TO DO THE JOB. THE WHOLE BUILDING WAS EMPTY WHEN WE
TURNED ON THE GENE SPLICING MACHINE, BUT WE NEEDED A TEST
SUBJECT.

AS MILES WAS FAR BETTER THAN ME AT WORKING THE TECHNOLOGI-
CAL SIDE OF OUR THEORIES WE MADE THE OBVIOUS CHOICE FOR ME
TO TAKE ON THE TRANSFORMATION. IT WOULD BE A SIMPLE SKIN PIG-
MENT CHANGE, TURNING MY WHITE SKIN JUST ONE OR TWO SHADES
PALER. WE DECIDED ON THAT ONE AS IT WOULD HAVE THE LEAST
LIKELY CHANCE OF GOING HORRIBLY WRONG, WHICH NEITHER OF US
WANTED TO HAPPEN. I’D HAVE TO BE VERY CAREFUL TO KEEP MY
EMOTIONS IN CHECK, AS ANY UNTOWARD HORMONES COULD CAUSE
THE WHOLE EXPERIMENT TO FAIL. THE TRANSFORMATION WAS THAT
DELICATE.

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WE WARMED UP THE MACHINE, PROGRAMMED IN OUR BEST GUESS
PARAMETERS AND THEN AGREED IT WAS TIME TO TAKE THE PLUNGE. I
WAS TAKING THE RISK, BUT IF IT WORKED, MINE WOULD BE THE NAME
SCIENCE WOULD ALWAYS REMEMBER, AND A LITTLE HISTORY IS
WORTH A LOT IN MY OPINION. THE LASER BLAST KNOCKED ME CLEAR
OFF MY FEET, BUT WITHIN SECONDS THE CHANGES BECAME APPAR-
ENT. IT WAS A TOTAL SUCCESS! MY SKIN PIGMENT IMMEDIATELY
CHANGED TO A FEW SHADES LIGHTER. MILES’ FACE WAS THE PICTURE
OF PRIDE, UNTIL IT STARTED TO FALL. I FELT THE STRANGE SENSA-
TION OF HAIR FALLING ONTO MY SHOULDERS, THEN THE BURNING.
MADDENING PLEASURE OF MY BODY TRANSFORMING MORE AND MORE
BEYOND MY CONTROL, UNTIL I WAS NAKED, PANTING ON THE FLOOR
AND FULLY A WOMAN.

WHAT WERE WE GOING TO DO.’? WE HAD A CLASS TO TEACH IN THE
MORNING, AND SOMEBODY WAS BOUND TO START ASKING QUESTIONS
IF I SUDDENLY DISAPPEARED, AND A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN APPEARED IN
MY PLACE! THE POLICE WERE SURE TO GET INVOLVED… I WAS PAN-
ICKING QUITE HARD WHEN MILES SPOKE.

“THE HORMONE CONTINGENCY…” HE CONCLUDED.

“WHAT?” I GASPED, IN A VERY FEMALE TONE.

“THE HORMONE CONTINGENCY, THE THING WE WERE WORRIED ABOUT.
THIS WHOLE THING’S GOING TO WEAR OFF AS LONG AS WE CAN GET
YOU INTO A VERY HEIGHTENED EMOTIONAL STATE AS SOON AS POSSI-
BLE.

“BUT THAT WOULD MEAN…”

WE BOTH KNEW THAT INTERCOURSE WOULD BE THE QUICKEST WAY
FOR ME TO REACH THAT STATE, BUT IT WAS STILL NOT A PARTICULAR-


Sissy maid workshop a request for missywilliams fiction

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Want some advice with handling your rowdy sons? Just feminize them!”

My son Cole was one of the biggest delinquents I ever met, and I decided that he needed to act more like a woman, nicer, sweeter, prettier! So I began making him listen to feminization hypnosis tapes at night, and over time he began to
comply much more with my orders! Soon enough, he was the most loyal little
sissy!”

As the feminization continued, I began giving her super-powerful hormone pills, speeding up the gender-change process quite nicely. Before I knew it, she had long hair, tattooed-on makeup, a slim and feminine figure, and a permanent desire to wear maid’s clothing! After a while, she became too loyal to me that she didn’t even start chores without me asking to. She helped me with all my beauty treatments, and has been waiting on me hand and foot for the past few months.

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She even decided to drop out of school and work for me full-time! After all, what other use could such a loyal sissy have in society?”

So if you want your son to never disobey you again, turn him into a sissy maid! She‘ ll be always sweet, always happy, and most importantly: always ladylike.
Trust me, it’ll change your life for the better!”


Crossdresser miss january fiction

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SEXY 2015 CALENDER FOR CHARITY. PLEASE SIGN UP TO DONATE
COSTUMES AND VOLUNTEER. NEEDED: TWELVE SEXY MODELS AND
TWELVE SEXY OUTFITS FOR THEM TO WEAR’

John stared at the poster on the office noticeboard excitedly. Just about the only good thing about working at Shack Up Letting Agents was that the office was packed with beautiful women. He imagined a calender of them in
suggestive outfits. hell he’d buy 10. charity or no charity! He switched his attention to the sign-up sheet to see who had volunteered to model Grace.
Pauline. Rosey. Sandy…all his favourites. Then he noticed that there were still three available spots for costume providers. Imagining the sexy possibilities. he quickly scribbled his name on the poster.

That night John scoured the internet for the perfect outfit. settling on an extremely revealing burlesque style lingerie. He hungrily thought about which girl he would prefer most to wear it…maybe Grace…

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The calender shoot was set for the following Friday and Alexa the office manager led the team into the conference room carrying the box of donated outfits and a list of the volunteers’ names.

Right. so the studio is already set up and we’ve prepared an adjoining room for the guys to get ready and have their make up and wigs done for the shoot.

The hairs on the back of John’s neck bristled, ‘What do you mean ‘guys’?‘
he demanded raising him hand.

Well I assume you did read the whole poster, this will be a fun drag calender. ‘ she explained, ‘each volunteer will be allowed to choose a male employee for one month of the calender. Now let’s get started, shall we?‘
she said holding up John ‘s chosen outfit. ‘Grace, since you were the first to sign up, who would you like to nominate for this sexy little number?‘

Oh I think that would look just perfect on John.” Grace smiled broadly.


Crossdress tough love cd fiction

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Tomoko’s whole body was shaking with nervous excitement as she walked a tray full of tea cups to the table. This
was a dream come true for her, bu she was still embarrassed by the situation and terrified that one of her classmates
might recognize her as Takuni Aizawa.

Just a few hours ago. Takumi was walking home from school when his best friend. Keiko. came running q) to him.
Thank God I found you” she said panting. “I need you to do me a really huge favor. One of the girls at work got
sick. Now, we’re seriously understaffed and this is going to be one of the busiest nights of the year. We really need

another waitress. Can yon please help?”

Keiko worked at a popular maid cafe near the school. “I’d like to help. ha I can‘t work at a maid cafe!” said Takuni.

Oh. come one.” Keiko begged. “l thought you’ d love the idea. It‘s a great opportunity for Tomoko’ to make her
public debut.‘

Shhhhhh.” said Takumi. Speaking under his breath. he continued. “l couldn’t dress as a girl in public. It’d be way
too humiliating.’

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Keiko crossed her arms and glared at Takuni. “I didn’t want to resort to this. but if you don’t help. I’ll tell
everyone at school abuts those little dressq) games we used to play in middle school.”

“You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone!” blurted Takuni. Seeing he was backed into a corner. he grumbled,
“Fine. I’ll do it.”

Keiko took Takumi luck to her house. She set to work doing his makeup while giving him tips on ming
feminine. She shaved his legs and then left him alone so he could put on the uniform. It was a red maid Ottfit with
white trim, complete with pink armband and headpiece. Takuni did like wearing girly clothes, bu he was unstme
he could pass as a girl in public. He hesitantly pl! on a bra. panties and the dress before calling Keiko in.

With the addition of a strawberry-blonde. pigtailed wig and a pair of water balloom shoved into the bra. the
transformation was complete. Tomoko admired herself in the mirror, forgetting her apprehension for a moment.
She was surprised by how cue she looked and the clothes felt so right to her…

The (3% was crowded with students when Keiko and Tomoko got there. They both went to work. bussing tables
and taking orders. Tomoko caught on quickly and. soon enough. she was smiling and flirting with the customers
like the other waitresses. Despite her feelings of vulnerability and fear. Tomoko enjoyed it. In fact, she hadn’t had
that much fun in years.

Keiko watched Tomoko work with pride. Takumi would have never had the confidence to show Tomoko to the
world if Keiko hadn’t forced him to do this. It had taken a little tough love. bu she made Takumi take the first step
toward girlhood. With a little more pushing. she was sure she could convince Takumi to be Tomoko all the time!