My eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit bedroom as I woke. It was early on a Saturday, and the sun was coming up, casting its warm yellow glow through the gaps in the curtains, signaling it was time to start my weekend routine. I was the first awake — this was usual but now also expected. My transformation into Anne was now required to be completed for presentation to Mistress Jess when she was ready to begin her day. Li...

Jess took a few steps back to consider the answer to her question. As she did I was reminded of just how strongly I was attracted to her. My beautiful wife stood 5’6 and weighed 145lbs. Fair skin perfectly molded to her curvaceous figure. Generous D-cup breasts were lightly freckled with dusky pink areolas and nipples that stood out well over a centimeter and begged for attention. Her firmly toned bubble bum and shapely t...

I walked into our bedroom. Jess, my wife sitting on the bed. Beside her were some of her sexy lacy underthings, items I had been wearing in secrecy. “Please don’t lie to me,” she said. “You have been dressing like a girl, using my clothes, haven’t you?” My heart was pounding. What could I say, the truth? “I just like to feel the silk and lace against my body. Girls get to wear great feeling clothes and guys really don’t,...

"Newly discovered persona,” she said. Jess’s choice of words was never accidental. This previously concealed aspect of my character was now on full display. I was not playing a role, this was not contrived, this was me, an emerging new identity. So there I stood, her words still melting into my ears, her breath lingering on my skin. Challenging me to declare aloud the reality she already knew. Looking in our full-length c...