He slipped into her dreams as a shadowy figure, faceless and strong, taking control, ravishing her, leaving her begging, pleading for more.

During her waking hours, with only a ghostly memory of her dreams, she found herself fantasizing about a dark stranger.  Nothing in her real life seemed to matter or feel as real or as vivid as her imaginary lover.

Every night she was his willing and eager slave.

Every day she was longing for a lover she had never met.

Nighttime was vivid and intense.

Daytime was colorless and pale.

She thought she was slowly going mad, waiting for the faceless stranger whom she already loved, the man who could bring color back into her world.

She longed for night, for the dreams that would bring her lover. She numbly moved through the routine of her day, making meaningless decisions, having empty conversations.

Then, one day, she felt a touch on her shoulder, heard a whisper in her ear, and she knew he had finally come to claim her.


So you want to know my story, how I got to this point, a shemale  turning tricks for men who like a little something extra in their girls?

I'm a woman trapped inside a man's body.  That's what you hear from all  the male-to-female trannies, isn't it?

But for me it's true.

I didn't even know the guy that decided he wanted my female body.  Basically, I just woke up one day trapped in his body, in his life.   Saddled with a job I didn't know how to do and debts I couldn't pay.  I  tried to get my old body back, my old life, but that just left me with an arrest record and a restaining order.

I faked a head injury, got on disability, lived on the margins, trying  to make it as a man, but the wrongness of being in a man's body was too much.

I drifted into the transgender subculture, became a cross-dresser and  got a job at a club where I gained a reputation as one of the best t- girls around.  Of course it was easy for me.  I didn't have to learn  how to walk in high heels or how to do my makeup or hair.

I started turning tricks to get some serious money to pay for the  horomones and the boob job and the body waxing.

But of course, no one wants a tranny that looks like a real woman.  No, t-girls are exaggerated, outrageously feminine, sissified girly-girls.   I spend more money on clothes and makeup and lingerie than I ever did  as a real woman.

So why don't I go all the way?  Why don't I go ahead trade this cock  for a pussy?

It's funny.  After all this time, all this struggle to  get back to being something like a woman again, the truth is, I've  gotten attached to the thing.  I like the way it feels when I play with  it.  I like the way it feels when boys like you pay me to let you suck  on it or to feel it fuck you in the ass.

Maybe someday. But right now I'm thinking about fucking you with this dildo and cumming in your mouth.  And I can see that excites you as  much as it excites me.

Sissy Prissy

The sissy maid training continues day after day. Besides learning to do their domestic chores flawlessly, they learn to do them with feminine grace, and each day has hours devoted to movement and deportment classes as they learn how to walk in heels with a properly mincing wiggle in the hips, how to gesture naturally with a sissy curve to the wrist, how to giggle girlishly, how to bat the eyelashes prettily, how to curtsey with proper submission.

Prissy, the shorter of the two, is having a harder time adjusting to life as a helpless sissy. It's not that the makeup and dresses and sissy hair style don't feel right to her, it's that she's faced with the constant reminder of what she used to be. Her former wife is now her mistress, and she loves confronting her sissy ex-husband with the loss of her masculinity at every opportunity.

To make matters worse for Prissy, Stephie has embraced her sissyhood wholeheartedly and is desperately in love with Prissy. How long can Prissy cling to some notion of her former maleness when the beautiful Stephie tempts her so horribly? And because Stephie is the senior sissy maid, she is responsible for getting Prissy dressed and made-up and perfumed and powdered everyday. She gets to touch and caress Prissy in their most intimate moments together, teaching Prissy about how sissies kiss and hold each other.

Soon, the day will come that Stephie has been waiting eagerly for and that Prissy has been half-dreading and half-longing for: the day that they become sissy lovers.

Business Travel

When I travel with my assistant on business, I try to save the company money by only getting one hotel room.

Fortunately, she travels lightly and doesn't take up much space.

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