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What's Chelsea hiding in her pants? When Chelsea and Melissa are stuck inside on a rainy night, Melissa may discover that Chelsea has a very long secret to tell.

My secret sissy crossdresser life is amazing! I have a load of hot guys to hook up with, a best friend who helps me with fashion tips, and I actually look super cute as a woman. I love being girly, fooling around, and doing exactly what my man wants and can't get from anyone else. The thing is, I've recently been wanting more. I want to do the ultimate girly act.

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The 300-pound witch of Pigreator is hungry for food and people, but will a lone knight be enough to satisfy her appetites? The Witch and her Wild Knight is an erotic short story that contains farting, weight gain, burping, crushing, transformation, and happy endings. Is your sword ready for her sheath?

I made Tom’s morning tea and chatted with the new intern Nathan in the break room. He was working on a project with Harrison’s team. Apparently, he had pitched an idea to Harrison, and he immediately fell in love with it. Before I could congratulate him, I was summoned by an upset-looking Tom who stood in the doorway.

I had no choice but to lift up the bed, and Becca aggressively grabbed our daughter to stop her from behaving wildly. She struggled to get out of her arms, and she succeeded when she sank her teeth into her mother’s shoulder. I ran immediately to the medicine cabinet. My wife was crying as she tried to lull our little Matthew back to sleep. He was awakened because of the loud ruckus in the house. With my youngest child and my wife in tears as I was patching up the wound on her shoulder, my heart was crushed while I was looking at the bite mark of my daughter.

Enjoy short stories by Hellen Heels, xoxoxo. “What could it be then? You have discovered the perfect spot for our next vacation”? “Paul. What is wrong with you”? “You said I should guess, baby. That is what I am doing”. “Look, it has nothing to do with me wanting you or our next vacation spot”. “Then what is it”? “It has to do with Carol”. “What could it be that has to do with her? Let me see. Is she about to get married”? “No. Try again”. “She misses her aunt”? “And that is why she came into town to see me”? He shrugged. “Maybe".

Curiosity got mixed with raw fear and it made me speak, although all I could say was, ''Hello?'' I swear to God if anyone had responded, I would have died of a heart attack. Luckily for me, no one did. That calmed me down a bit, but my camera was still on, and, well, that was a problem to me. I had no idea who turned it on, and what was even scarier, who was watching me? I moved a cursor across the screen, and there wasn't an option to turn it off. It was seemed like whoever created this site wanted to see its visitors faces.

Erica's off to Italy , and she's determined to have a little fun on the way! Recently, she's been interested in women and thinks it might be time to experiment. Her online ad for some bi-group fun receives a curious response from a shemale, and Erica gives in to her desires and agrees to meet up with her new Italian T-girl friend.

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As he pulled up to the huge gates, one of the security men flagged him down. “Who are you here to see?” “Mrs. Carlson. She is expecting me.” “Who are you?” “My name is Frank. Tell her it is the plumber she called a while ago about a plumbing emergency.” The guard picked up his phone and made a call. As he spoke into the phone, Frank could feel his heart beating excitedly. He was finally going to confirm if the call he received while at home was a prank.

I took a short break a few hours later. Breaking through the curtains of vines and intertwined stalks was tiring, especially when I had to fight through the boggy soil that was weighing down my feet. It was then when I suddenly heard some rustling from the shrubs as I was taking out my supplies. I paused for a moment to closely observe. A few seconds later, I heard some subtle grunting close by.

Aside from the last part, I happened to tick most of the boxes. Without knowing what it was, I already spotted this door a few times. I also had a few vague encounters with ghosts in different places. I just preferred not to tell anyone about it in fear that I might be laughed at. I didn’t say a single word and pretended to mind my own business until the break ended.

Kiara had groaned but did as she was directed, and she was glad, because the overnight trip turned out to be a pre-wedding fun party where only the bride, groom, Kiara, Selena, and groom’s closest friend was invited.

We were dangerously close from the explosion. My ears rang as my vision was blurred by the ashes that covered the area. As I regained my hearing, I heard a very discreet sound that sent chills down my spine. I was certain that the others heard it, as well, when they turned their heads from left to right. It sounded like a silent howl of something that I have not heard before. It was like a strong gust of wind passing through a shattered horn or a screech being forced out from a dry throat.

I ran back on the bed and cowered under the sheets once again. “It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream.” I kept on repeating this line inside my head to convince myself that what I saw wasn’t true. Even though I cannot make out what this person looked like from afar, those glowing red eyes was more than enough to terrify me for years. The sequence between the hoots gradually grew longer, but every single one drew closer and closer.

"She turned to look at him as he was still gazing at them. “Is it?” “Is what?” “I think it is.” “What is?” She waved the tube at him. “I think it is the lipstick.” “You think so?” “Yeah"..."

I live a sissy life in Thailand and love getting feminized by ladyboys. Some ladyboys love sissy guys to use, and I've experienced so many great times here. I've decided to share my girly stories in a series of books. In this book, there are two mini-stories. Both contain dressing up and hot ladyboy fun!

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Fear made me dig. After a while, I really did find something, but it didn't look like a doll to me. It looked more like an old rag sewed up to look like a doll, with two buttons as eyes and few strands of hair poking out of what was supposed to be her head. It was muddy and half-decayed, and I tried to tell her again that she doesn't need it, but I didn't.