I was about to marry my childhood sweetheart Paula Rother. I loved her and she loved me but it hadn't been straightforward. After school she went to Manchester University while I went to work at a local accountants as a lowly paid junior clerk. She said we where inseparable but during the two years ... read more
Being frail and weak is a gift that not many men see the beauty of. Most consider it a punishment or something of that nature. There is another gift that many men don't see. That gift is affirmative action. Most other people lose the chance at some excellent jobs because of their race, creed, sex, e... read more
We spent most of Sunday with me dressed in the clothes for work on Monday. I practiced my feminine appearance. Sitting was very natural for me. I was already sitting like a woman does most of the time. With either my legs crossed or together. Walking was getting easier. It was learning to eat again,... read more
Dan and Stacy went to a couple of the “swinging” sessions in the weeks following the football game. They learned a lot about themselves and each other, but Dan still didn’t feel totally comfortable. He knew he was bisexual, because he enjoyed the men as much as the women, but somet... read more
My name was Antonius. I was the son of Marcus Antonius, a man from a proud family with a long tradition in the Roman Senate. My ancestors had served the Empire with long distinction. That was until the Time of Troubles. Through internal wrangling, my father lost all our money and as a result took... read more
Chapter 1 "Hey Scott, Fauna kind of likes you," Jenna said, snickering. "Hey Jenna, it hard to hear yourself over that echo?" Scott said as he caught the football, and then heaved it back to Ronnie. "Huh?" Jenna asked, puzzled. "Yeah, your head up your ... read more
Chapter one Tuesday J was up early, I could hear him moving around obviously looking for his case, he certainly wouldn't find it as I has managed whilst his attention was diverted to drop it off the side of the boat, it meant the only clothes he had were the ones he stood up in plus a couple o... read more
After a last look at himself in the full-length mirror on the closet door, Pat put his magnetic key in his purse and left his hotel room. He had done this enough times to be almost calm as he waited for the elevator. When the door opened, he was relieved to be greeted by an empty lift. It always ... read more
Patrick Summers wandered the streets of lower Manhattan in an aimless fog, the chaos surrounding him a lurid backdrop for the turmoil between his ears. He had just suffered two tremendous shocks: his narrow escape from the collapse of the World Trade Center, and his unmasking as a crossdresser on te... read more
I write this with the faint hope that some day, some way, I can send it to the men of Earth. (Maybe via the Internet?) It's been over a year now since that night... I had been driving later that night than usual for me. You see I'm just a single, middle-aged guy who's good at fixing stuff. I had ... read more
Chapter 1: Humbling Beginnings My story starts where most every crossdresser's story starts. It starts somewhere around the time I was an infant. I can remember, not to mention being told several thousand times that my choice of toys as a child was dolls, strollers, dress up and tea parties, Barb... read more
I was in my first year of college. I was having second thoughts about the major I had declared: Psychology. I figured I was probably going to have to change it to something else. I went to a local University and was living in my brother's basement. I was not into the party scene, and having just tur... read more
On her eighteenth birthday, fresh from her shower, Angel Jones looked at her nude reflection in the full-length mirror in her bedroom, and was mostly pleased with what she saw. Her blonde hair, down past her shoulders and still growing, was soft and shiny, and all that she could have asked for. She ... read more
Angel Jones stepped off the train and hoped she was in the right place. It was noisy and confusing in the terminal, a far cry from the relatively quiet station in her home town where she had boarded the train that morning. One hand clutched a small suitcase that contained her makeup and clean linger... read more
On Monday morning, Angel Jones reported for her first day of work at the main office of the big London Bank. As she sat on a chair in the anteroom of the personnel office, she thought about what she would be doing there. It was almost a certainty that nobody in the bank knew she was a T-girl, becaus... read more
On Friday morning, Angel Jones woke up smiling. She was happy because it was the last day of the work week, and because there would be a dance at the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered Association that evening. She had been anticipating the event ever since her first night there, seeing it as ... read more
On Monday morning, Angel Jones woke up smiling and with a feeling of well-being. She was still feeling the effects of the great sex that she enjoyed Friday night and Saturday morning, and the plaudits of the people at the Friday dance at the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered Association. She ... read more
This is an entry in the Literotica Winter Holiday Contest, and is part of an ongoing series on the life of Angel Jones, a beautiful young T-girl in London. For more detailed information on her and on the other characters who appear in this story, please see previous episodes. Angel Jones was uns... read more
Angel Jones's Christmas sex affair with Dennis McGowan had been extremely enjoyable, but strictly a one-time thing. Although tempted to stay in London, in hopes of enjoying more of the lovely T-girl's charms, he had previously taken on commitments that had to be met, and he left London in order to m... read more
Angel Jones had been working as a teller at the big London bank for over a year, and her duties had become almost routine to her. It didn't seem like a rut, because she enjoyed her work, and it paid well enough to meet her needs. She enjoyed a good relationship with her fellow tellers, mostly attrac... read more
