Sarah arrived on Friday afternoon and was going back to Wiltshire on Sunday night, so I was determined to make the most of the time we had together. I met her at Victoria, and we got the tube down to Brixton. Walking from the station to my flat, Sarah’s eyes were wide open with amazement as she took it all in: the colourful market, Caribbean food shops, and reggae music blasting out from speakers on street corners. “Babe,...

As I stepped back inside my apartment, a rush of exhilaration coursed through me. My time spent cross-dressing with my neighbor Nikita, played vividly in my mind on a beautiful loop. Still adorned in her delicate lingerie, silky stockings, and the stunning satin ruffle mini dress that hugged my curves, I felt a surge of enthusiasm and excitement. The soft fabric against my skin was a reminder of the freedom I had just exp...

I was just your average guy trying to figure out my place in the world, navigating the world with a perpetual sense of curiosity and an ever-present horniness that seemed to strike at the most unexpected times. My neighbor, Nikita, had become a surprising constant in my mundane life. She was a traveling salesperson with a pretty wild streak, and every time she headed out of town, I found myself agreeing to house-sit for h...

Rebecca was in the lavender haze when she returned home from her date. It made me want to puke. Prior to my mistress’s arrival, I’d spent a quiet Sunday evening hand-washing her delicate garments and peering out the laundry room window that overlooked the condo parking lot. When Rebecca’s SUV finally pulled up, I hurried to the kitchen and placed an ice-cold glass of Diet Coke on the silver serving tray along with a vase...

My masters had wanted me to get an early start Saturday morning, so by 9:30am I was already in my maid’s uniform scrubbing the hallway baseboards while Rebecca and Karl relaxed in bed smoking a wakeup joint and watching cartoons. From my kneeling position just outside their room, I fluctuated from cleaning to ogling the half-dressed, reclining stoners to glancing at their TV show, “Hoop the Horse.” When a wheel fell off t...

My masters had wanted me to get an early start Saturday morning, so by 9:30am I was already in my maid’s uniform scrubbing the hallway baseboards while Rebecca and Karl relaxed in bed smoking a wake-up joint and watching cartoons. From my kneeling position just outside their room, I fluctuated from cleaning to ogling the half-dressed, reclining stoners to glancing at their TV show, “Hoop the Horse.” When a wheel fell off...

Rebecca’s text triggered the panic button, and in my haste to get ready I stubbed my toe on the bathtub. Ignoring the pain, I focused on my mission: “house needs clean.” Because it was a Saturday and I wasn’t worried about concealing a lumpy garment beneath work clothes, I wore my new French maid’s outfit. I’d purchased the dress online a few days earlier while in the throes of Rebecca Strickland-Martin Withdrawal Syndrom...

I just moved to a bustling city to start a new job. In secret, I lived as a crossdresser named Missy. Although I had always felt an irresistible desire to explore my feminine side, I struggled to find the courage to fully embrace my true self. Little did I know that my life in the new city was about to change when one night I unexpectedly crossed paths with a mysterious mistress named Mia. Mia was a charismatic and confid...

My right leg had a mind of its own. Rebecca frowned. “Why you keep bouncing like that? What’s wrong with you?” “Um, I … nothing.” “Bullshit, nothing. Something’s up; you been acting weird ever since we got back from Paris. What the hell’s going on, Chris?” I balled my fists. Clenched my jaw. Closed my eyes. Drew a breath. Took the plunge. “Okay. Okay. It’s just … well, now that we’re talking about moving in together, I ju...

Anyone who has ever hidden a secret fetish from the world never dreams of being found out, let alone caught indulging in it. I had successfully hidden my naughty little secret kink from my girlfriend for almost three years. She had absolutely no idea that secretly, when alone, I would spend time feminizing myself. Dressing up in slutty lingerie, stockings, cute dresses, and feminine wigs surreptitiously satisfying my deep...

By the time I noticed Jeron’s car pull into the driveway, my wife Liz had changed into an oversized crop top shirt and cute boy shorts. Judging by the way her breasts moved and the lack of lines in the shorts, she didn’t bother to include underwear. Jeron rang the doorbell and like a defeated man I lumbered to receive him, dragging my walking boot behind me. “Hey Mark, how’s the leg?” Jeron said as he breezed by me. “Dadd...