Chapter 1 I hear footsteps enter the room on the opposite side of the wall of the dark room I'm in. I'm on my knees staring at a hole, and my mouth is watering. My heels are anxiously shifting as I adjust my mini skirt, my smooth and chunky ass and thighs popping out of it, my tiny dick starting to pulse. I run my fingers through my long straight wig. Yeah, I'm not a woman, at least not full time. But it's where I feel th...

Every fiber in my body tells me I should just give up and go home. She’s not going to show up. My freshly polished dark nails anxiously dance on the skin of my thighs, peeking out from under my skirt, as the grating sound of country music heavily resonates around this sleazy dive. The bar reeks of cheap beer and old cigarette butts and the crowd inside matches the uncomfortable scent. Yet, inexplicably, I find myself stil...

It all started one night when my friend, Bret, convinced me to cross-dress as a girl for fun. At first, I was hesitant and even a bit offended. I mean, why would he want to see me in female clothes? But Bret was persistent and eventually, I gave in. I have to admit, I was a bit curious myself. I had never tried on women's clothing before and I was secretly intrigued by the idea. He led me into his mom's bedroom and then s...

The sun beat down against the office building in Panama's banking district. It was a hot summer day but inside the office on the twenty-fifth floor, it was cool and quiet. Tabatha stared at her computer screen and reread the message again and then again. She then went back to her accounting and finished it off which took about thirty minutes. Once done she went to the bathroom and then made a cup of tea. When she walked p...