Crossdressing Stories

I walked down the white and grey hall to the visitor center; the large, sturdy matron marched behind me. Nancy, the fresh-faced middle-class reporter, looked up when the door opened to brightly wave me over to the steel table like we were friends meeting for lunch at a cafe. She apologized for being late; she had to drop her dog off at the veterinarian before coming to see me. She told me her pug’s name was Lucky and he w...

The next week's scheduled time arrived, and Miss Nancy Leonard, a reporter for the Atlanta Journal-Courier, sat waiting for our meeting at the Georgia State Women's Prison visitation center. She dressed in a fashionable grey knit pantsuit and gold silk blouse, her brown hair held back by a faux tortoise shell comb. Her nails, although short, were professionally done with a stunning pink polish. Her makeup was professional...