Taylor LaVie's Book: The Mixer at Lace & Leash

A week ago I covered Taylor LaVie's world of Boywives. LaVie has a new book out and wanted to share a portion of his sexy book The Mixer at Lace & Leash. I love LaVie's philosophy and appreciation of the feminized male taking on the submissive role of a woman. 

Link to LaVie's book at Amazon: 

The Mixer at Lace & Leash

 

Short Story: John Peters Gets a Letter from His Wife....

Dear John,

  It's lovely to hear you are settling in on the Stagmore Estate. It's been a few months since I've had you to clean up Sir Charles's out pourings. I never appreciated your skill until you were gone. Sir Charles is having a lot of fun with your replacement. He was always really disappointed with you. He said your manliness was only skin deep and peeled away with a stern look. In contrast your replacement still needs to be held down after four months by two footmen for Sir Charles to make a deposit. Although I believe he has started too involuntary orgasm into the pink fairy soupy cup when Sir Charles lets fly with his hot jet. As you know there will be no going back for him now.  He will start to rationalize it in his head. Tell himself delusional little stories to make himself feel better, but as you know he will not orgasm again unless he is consuming meat and the natural juices that goes with it. I'm not sure he will ever make it in service. He seems far too rough. Maybe they will send him down to the docks to service the sailors when the ships come in.  

Billeting you with Jenkins must be a comfort to you. A girl needs the reassuring presents of a strong man lying next to her. All those years I had to put up with you taught me that. I gather the countess is pleased with your clean up skills and I must say I'm jealous.  I believe the Earl has now got your throat working properly and you will be entertaining the beaters after the shoot this weekend. That must be a great honour for you. I am so proud of you. Sir Charles never had the patients to teach you properly. I'm glad the Earl was able to spend those long evenings with you under his card table on poker nights. I'm sure going through the knees of all those stockings has been worth it.   

You're ever loving and now totally satisfied wife.

Mistress Judith.

     (Written by Tulip Fancy)

Welcome Shawna Summers, a new lovely author on the blog!

Hello Everyone, 

I'm proud to welcome Shawna Summers to the Force Feminization Art Illustration blog!

Her writing specializes in a unique brand of feminization and subjugation: Dollification! She is a great author that you will enjoy reading. 

I included her story link to "Fetish Factory" about a journalist who gets investigates a mysterious factory. The result is something you will enjoy reading. 

The blog will begin to include her stories on here, I think you will enjoy her stories as much as I have. 

Kisses,

Annabelle B 

Link:

Fetish Factory

Prolific Fictionmania TG author, Sandy Brown has passed away

 I'm sorry to inform those readers who have enjoyed the work of Fictionmania's Sandy Brown, that she reportedly passed away in early July. God bless your soul Sandy for bringing us fans and readers so much joy, may your soul rest in peace. 

Link:

RIP Sandy Brown

Stories:

Sandy Brown's Stories

Sorry, that I have been away

Sorry I have been away...this time I really have been neglecting this blog! My sincere apologies. I have been working with authors and dealing with many personal issues, but I am glad to know you have not forgotten about me. Attached below is an illustration for Priscilla's Sorority Sissy story which I will finish. I will look at all my missed comments, bless your hearts!

Carrie P & Priscilla story "Intermission" is now up!

In case you didn't know, or needed a little reminder....

the collaboration (first time ever on the blog!) between authors Carrie P and Priscilla is now available here on the feminization blog for your personal pleasure, Intermission.  

Sample from Intermission:

“Are you admiring the adorable picture of femininity you have become, Babette darling? It’s difficult to take your eyes off that lovely bosom of yours, isn’t it dearie? With such a slim waist and voluptuous hips, I’ll bet you’d get some catcalls and whistles if I paraded you downtown on the promenade, through the city, wouldn’t you?” Camille Deadlock sneered.

“Look at me you simpering sissy-girl. I cannot wait to see you, kneeling, kissing my daughter’s high heels, begging her pardon. Possibly for your penance, you could polish her riding boots? Maybe you could then give her a foot bath and pedicure, while she chats with some girlfriends? Wouldn’t that be a courtly act on your part? Not exactly normal manly pursuits, are those?” Camille sneered.

Link:
Intermission story

By the way, Carrie P (One of Priscilla's favorite authors) has a blog of her own writings.  The image below says it all.... Enjoy

Link to Carrie P's Blog

Author Priscilla Bouffant is recovering

Hello fans,

I got a message from the amazing master author of feminization literature today, Priscilla Gay Bouffant.

She is doing better, but recovering from an illness.

I'm putting up this post simply in hope that fans of her stories like The Subjegated Step Sissy and Makeover at the Mansion would write to her to leave their well wishes.

Thank you in advance for being thoughtful and respectful.

Brenda Gova's Bambi story is now updated with her illustrations!

Attention all Brenda Gova fans!

Author/Artist Brenda Gova's Bambi story has now been updated with her illustrations!

Hope all you enjoy the additions!

Thank you!

Story:
Brandi 

New The Adventures of Rikki and Annabelle Comic

Rikki and Annabelle having about to have a meeting about our collaborative projects. 

Review and Illustration: M.C Questgend's The Nightmare Vacation

Chris surprised by his new female body. 

M.C Questgend’s The Nightmare Vacation, starts out with recent college graduate Chris Granger taking a vacation trip through Europe. While stopping by Amsterdam he succumbs to a mysterious illness which causes great pain, emergency surgery is needed. When Chris wakes up free from the immense pain, but that the doctors had accidently performed gender reassignment on him as well! Now he has to deal with being a female while on vacation!

With the title “The Nightmare Vacation,” you almost believe that the story would be a Hostel-like feminization story, but in reality you have a story about a young man coming to terms with his new skin as a young woman and the relationships that emerge from the change into the opposite sex.

M.C writes treats her readers to plenty of surprises as Chris returns back to America as she tries to reconnect with everyone. You would think nothing would shock you from the trauma from waking up a girl, but M.C writes treats her readers to plenty of surprises as Chris returns back to. M.C has a talent for shaking things up when you least expect it. Chris or Christine’s interaction with her family is well put together as a tense and awkward experience. The father struggles to look his new daughter in the eye.
The author has a way in making you care about the characters. The sense of isolation that Christine goes through most of the book is done very well. Unfortunately I’m left wondering what would the story had been if she slowed down a bit in certain portions of the story. The story is easy to read, but she glosses over many parts of the story. The first part of the book feels as if the author was in a rush to get to the sex transformation. We also are left with little to no descriptions of the physical characteristics of the characters in the book.

When it comes to the more intimate moments of the story, M.C delivers on the erotic department! The buildup to her first sexual encounter is done surprisingly well and the last one is sensuous borderline raunchy! However there are a few problems or scenes that feel a little out of place in a soft sentimental semi-erotic self discovery novel, but would feel just right at home on a rated R Fictionmania story (no offense, I love Fictionmania). Without spoiling too much, the inner slut in Christine takes over in one scene causing a bit of turbulence in the flow of M.C’s style of writing.

A missed opportunity is missed by not fully exploring the inner conflict inside Chris regarding his sexuality. The reader never really believes Christine is fully heterosexual, alas a great opportunity to help give a little more dimension to our heroine is missed. However a later trauma in the book helps flesh out the Chris character out in a different way which ultimately helps her welcome the future as a woman.

The Nightmare Vacation is available now through Amazon.

Click Here for the Link: The Nightmare Vacation

Click Here for the Link to M.C Questgend website

Hi everyone!

Hope everyone is enjoying their labor day! Ryan Rose, or as i call her "Rose" allowed me to share her story to the blog, "All Grown Up." She is a new author and was looking to get back some feedback on her tale. If you could please give a read to her story and leave a comment or two, it would be really appreciative.

Also, if anyone who is an author and wants to share their story here on this blog wants to share their story, please contact me at alicegarden01@yahoo.com or alicegarden01@gmail.com.

Thank you!

All grown up

By Ryan Rose

What do you think happens to all of the terrible men who get turned into
little baby girls by vindictive women. What happens to them and what
kind of women do they become when they grow up. Lets find out

Alice had just turned twenty one a few weeks ago. Her childhood had been
a vicious struggle. She excelled in high school even if she didn't get
along with the other girls. There were various reasons for that. The
girl scene that teenage girls indulge was still totally foreign to her
and held little appeal. Girls in their teenage years are awkward enough,
but it was ten fold for her. She struggled and her studies excelled and
the girls taunted her enough for that. It hurt her a lot, but nothing
near as much as her mother hurt her during her childhood. She was
downright cruel, as if it was some sadistic act of revenge.

You see, Alice actually was a grown man. He was a cruel sadistic man who
pretty much deserved what he got. His mother, was actually his wife
before she had some friends with some very advanced tech transform him
into a baby girl. His wife, who was his victim during the marriage
adopted him. Her revenge was vicious, and the other various women he
abused took delight in also abusing him.

He grew up again in a dark abusive childhood. His new view on life now
showed him that he was terrible and he figured he pretty much deserved
it. But Alice wanted something more.

She looked across the table at the other darked haired older woman,
hoping for some understanding. "Kimberly, I know the way I treated you
when you worked for me all those years were wrong. I am so sorry I hurt
you. I should have respected you. I hope you can forgive me for it. But
what happened to me is so much worse. I did what I did four times in my
office. My mother invited various men to do it to me continuously during
my childhood. For years from ages 5 on up. Here is what bothers me, and
I hope you can forgive me enough to understand that these men are sick."

She spoke up, "Allen, I have forgiven you years ago. I didn't take part
in what she did, She stoped being my lover years ago. I will help you."

It was hard to believe that this girl, as a man raped her. She was so
much older than him now, she was a woman in her 40s.

"Those sick men my wife invited to abuse me, delighted in molesting
girls that age. Once I got too old, they lost interest. Even of those
teachers. They wont stop, they will find other girls to abuse. Please
help me, expose them, expose my wife. I have learned my lesson. She
hasent, she was an evil woman when we were married, I was cruel too. But
she wont stop. You know what she did to me and other women," Alice
pleaded.

"What do you want me to do?" Kimberly asked.

"Come forward with me. Make statements at the police, that she invited
men to abuse me and watched. That will be enough to put her away for a
long time. Then give names of those men, You know who they are."

She smiled. "Yes, I will help you." Then she went to hug Alice.

She was shocked enough, Kimberly must have seen. "Alice you look nothing
like the man that hurt me. There is none of him left. Just a shattered
little girl crying out. I will help you."

They went to the police station together. They both gave their
statements. The detectives were horrified at what they were told. It was
nothing new to them. It wasn't like they haven't heard statements from
sexual abuse victims before that were abused as children. Even if it was
invited by the parents, unfortunately, that happens too. They took the
two womens statements. It was recorded, evidence was collected. Then
warrents were sworn out by the judge.


His wife Karen was sitting comfortably in her manner that she had stolen
from her husband so many years ago. A few thoughts crossed her mind that
brought total erotic delight to her as she smiled into the darkness. She
reveled in the humiliation that her sadistic husband felt when he was
touched by a man, and violated. It happened over and over, and she loved
the look on that bastards face when he faced what he did to her and the
other women in his life. The fact that she often took delight in others
humiliations didn't enter her mind as she cheated and stole from others.
She often ripped apart their family's, taking their homes and property.
She had a long history of fraud, theft, and many other crimes. She could
be as vicious as her husband. She didn't consider what she did to him as
a crime, he was her husband, and a man. She never considered the fact
that legally he was a child, and she had become his parent when she
legally adopted him. He was legally adopted as a five year old girl. She
never considered any of that.

Then there was a knock at the door and she went to open it. There were
officers at the door holding official looking documents. She was taken
and handcuffed. She was totally shocked when her rights were read to
her. "You are under arrest for aggregated child sexual abuse. You have
the right to remain silent." She had no idea what they were talking
about. She never abused a child.

Nothing made any since until she was taken to the station and saw Alice
there, beeming with glee seeing her in handcuffs taken to a cell. Now it
all came very clear and she tried to protest.

Luckily, the officers didn't understand and began questioning her sanity
at the nonsense she began spewing. This idiot may not even be competent
to stand trial. Alice, a fifty year old man who abused other women.
There was no way.

Now Karen heard herself and realized it. She shut up in embarrassment.
Standing beside Alice was Kimberly. She realized she was done. And she
realized that what she did was a crime, alice was a little girl being
abused by her. She was alices mother. There was going to be no mercy on
her.

Then she realized how screwed she was when some of the other men she
invited over came in, wearing handcuffs. She was lead to a cell, and
bowed her head in dispare. That bastard had won again. He screwed her
over, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Most of the men got from 10 to 20 years, few made it out of prison
alive.
She got life with parole. She would be an embittered elderly woman she
she got out, but she would be on the sex offenders life.

Alice eventually found happiness in the arms of another woman around her
age. She got his company back, and resolved to respect women, because
she was one. Her wife helped her run the company, but it went though a
transformation from the way her mother, ex wife ran things.

Added a new story- Sissy Steve and Me

Included a new story from a new author named Brenda. Her story is titled, Sissy Steve and Me. Please take some time to read it and share your thoughts on the comment section.

Miss Donna interview now up on the Erotica Authors Corner

I'm very happy to announce that my interview with Miss Donna (Adventure at the Mall and The Party) is now up in the Erotica Authors Corner.

She is a lovely person and a talented writer. In this very in depth interview she shares the real life stories behind her stories.

I'm very honored to have interviewed her and fortunate that she shared a little of herself on this blog.

Click Below 

Miss Donna Interview

New version of Bridesmaid for a Friend!?

I recently found a semi new version to one of my all time favorite stories on a mysterious site called transbride The ending is slightly different and slightly longer too. I'm looking over the now three differen versions of the stories (Fictionmania, Crystal Story Site and Transbride). Does anyone know about this site?

(Disclaimer: This is taken directly from the site, I don't claim to write or have ownership of this story. I bolded the last bit of text to show it is different from the fictionmania version.) 

Bridesmaid for a Friend by Thomas Robinson

It was earlier this year (2006). I was a fairly normal 18 year old boy.
Fairly normal I say because I am only 5'6" tall with small hands and
feet, but wiry and strong for my size so I played scrum half at rugby and
was accepted as one of the lads.

Sarah is a good friend of mine. We met at school on the first day when we
were nearly 5 years old. So 13 years, lucky or unlucky, you decide later.

We were really more like brother and sister. Then one day she said "hey
you know I have been going out with David for a couple of years now."

I replied "Yea, he's a really nice bloke and treats you well. You seem
very happy."

"Yes we are," she said. "In fact, he has asked me to marry him and I said
yes."

"That's great news," I said. "Hoped you'd say that," she grinned.

"So when's the big day?"

"Three weeks time. We're getting married in the village church at
Cannington."

"Lovely I said. But not much notice!"

"I wanted you to have not much time to think about what I am going to ask
you . He's got a big family and lots of friends so my side will be
outnumbered at the wedding," she said.

"Sarah, that doesn't matter and I'll be there," I replied.

"I know that," said Sarah, "and it's important to me that you are there."

"Great," I said, "You know I am always there for you."

"I want it to be obvious that you are there on my side and not just one
of the groom's men friends. If you dress like them it will be difficult
to tell," she said. "So I have a great favour to ask of you."

"Ask away," I said.

"I want you to be one of my bridesmaids!!"

I stared at her open mouthed. "A bridesmaid?"

"Will you do that for me?" she said, "I know it's a lot to ask."

My mind was in a whirl. "It certainly is a lot to ask." I said. At the
same time I was strangely excited for some reason. "But why can't I just
wear a suit like the other guys?"

"As I said, I need you to be obviously on my side of the celebration,"
she replied, "I will understand if you say no, but I will be really
disappointed."

I thought hard. "But what would you want me to wear?" I said. "Maybe a
shirt in the same material as the other bridesmaids are wearing?"

"No I want you to dress identically to the other bridesmaids."

"But I will be a laughing stock, looking like a young man in a dress!"

"Believe me," she said, "that is not true. In fact you will make a
stunning girl I am sure if you let me work on you."

"You really want this don't you?"

"Yes," she said, "You are my best friend."

"I am very nervous about it but I know you wouldn't make me into a fool.
OK, if you really want it I'll do my best."

"Oh I knew you would, you are such a good friend ! It will be a great day
believe me."

"So what do I do now?"

"The other bridesmaids and I are meeting on Tuesday evening to sort out
what to wear. Can you be there?"

"OK, I said, "with a mixture of reluctance and yet some unfathomable
excitement.

Tuesday evening arrived. I turned up at Sarah's house and she greeted me
at the door.

"Come in, the others are here and they are so looking forward to you
joining them."

I went into the main room and there were four girls there. Two were
girlfriends of Sarah's from school days and the same age as I and they of
course knew me. The other two were Sarah's 14 year old twin nieces. They
all greeted me as one of them.

"I am very nervous about this," I said. They all told me not to worry.

They would look after me and they were so impressed that I would do this
for a friend. "Not many men are brave enough to do what you are doing,"
said Jane, one of the school friends. The others all agreed.

"Ok lets get on," said Sarah. "The most important thing is the dresses."
As she said this it finally sunk in what I had let myself in for. The
next thing I knew I was being measured.

"Good, a pretty standard size 12," said Sarah. "And only size 6 shoes,"
said Jane.

"So what kind of dresses do you want for us?" said Angela, the other 18
year old?

"I have found some lovely ones on the Internet," said Sarah. "On a site
called Girls of Elegance." With that she went over to her PC and brought
the site up on the monitor. "Here we are, satin dresses in the style of a
50's prom dress. With matching satin stole."

My mouth dropped open. The dresses were gorgeous but so girly. Nothing covering the shoulders , the dresses were flared and came down to knee length with a small belt at the waist.
"Oh how lovely," chorused the other girls. "They will be so nice."

"What colour would you like?" said Sarah. The girls chatted amongst themselves and then unanimously chose the pink!

"Great choice," said Sarah. "With matching 3 inch heels, satin lingerie
and stockings with just a touch of tan to make your legs look great."
By this time I was in shock.

"Ok so only two and a half weeks to go," said Sarah. "I will order the
dresses and shoes etc. and book the beauty salon for the morning."
"Beauty salon?" I said.

Sarah grinned. "Don't worry, just your hair done in a female page boy
style, some lovely makeup and some false french manicure nails. I have
managed to find some screw on earrings that match the ones that the other
girls are wearing so I'll let you off getting your ears pierced!"
I was completely in a daze and stayed that way until the wedding day.
Sarah wouldn't let me see the clothes until the day. I turned up at the
salon having spent most of the two hours since getting out of bed on the
toilet. I was so nervous.

They greeted me at the salon and said that the car was parked out the
back so that I could get to Sarah's house without looking strange all
made up but in my male clothes.

Jane took me to one side and whispered. "We aren't going to let you see
yourself in a mirror until you are all made up and dressed back at
Sarah's house so that we don't spoil the illusion. I hope you don't mind
me being personal, but if you get excited by all this might I suggest
that you go to the bathroom and masturbate before you get the dress on.

Don't want any stains do we?" She winked and walked away. I almost
fainted.

They got to work on me.

First they told me to shower and gave me some cream that rid me of the
small amount of body hair I had. My head of hair is quite strong and was
reasonably long for a man. The hairdresser trimmed and reshaped it then
washed it and blow dried it. Apparently it was now in a feminine page boy
style but they wouldn't let me see.

I was grateful that by now most of the attention was on Sarah, after all
she was the bride and she looked great.

While a beautician did my face, which seemed to take ages, another stuck
on false french manicure nails. I looked down at the only thing I could
see that they had done to me and my hands looked so feminine. A tremor
ran through my body.

With the last touch being my lipstick, which would apparently need
touching up later, they attached my earrings and we were off in the car
to Sarah's house. The twin nieces followed behind. When we got there I
thought all the others looked fantastic. The two older bridesmaids looked
beautiful and I really fancied them both. The twins looked really cute.
Sarah of course looked radiant.

"OK," said Sarah. "I will see you all at the church. Jane and Angela, you
are in the bedroom on the right and you twins are in the next one along."
She looked at me. "I'll have to call you something different for today. I
think Rose is a good name. I think you will look like a Rose in your
dress."

At that point I nearly said that I couldn't go through with it but she
ushered me into the bedroom on the left and said, "All your clothes and
your bouquet are in here. Once you have the underwear on, call out and my
mother will come in to help you with the dress and shoes."

I was like a robot. I couldn't focus. I automatically got undressed and
looked at the lingerie on the bed. There wasn't a bra for me to struggle
with as the dress was such that a bra would show apparently. Sarah had
said that her mother had sewn some padding into the cups and that she
would put in some small inserts when she helped me on with the dress. I
put the lovely garter belt around my waist and clipped it together. The
clips hung down my legs. I rolled up one sheer stockings in my hands as I
had been shown and pulled it up my hairless leg. It felt great. I clipped
it on to the garter belt and repeated with the other stocking. I pulled
the satin panties on after this as I had been told to do. By this time I
was shaking uncontrollably and suddenly had to rush into the bathroom and
pulled down my panties just in time as I spurted loads of cum without
touching myself. I had to sit down as my legs had gone weak. I cleaned
myself up and pulled up my panties again. I went to the bedroom door and
in a weak voice called out to Sarah's mother that I was ready. She came
into the room and could see that I was so nervous and embarrassed for her
to see me like that.

"Don't worry dear. I am so proud and grateful that you are doing this for
my Sarah. Now let's get your dress on."

I stood up and she took the lovely dress off its hanger. I stepped into
the dress and she pulled it up my body and zipped it up. I felt so
amazing. The feel of the dress against my stockings made me feel so
feminine and vulnerable.

"Now the shoes," she said.

The matching 3 inch heels were slipped onto my feet and the buckles done
up.

"Stand up beautiful," she said. I stood up and the heels made me stand in
a much more feminine way immediately. She gave me my bouquet and pulled
the cover off the mirror. "There you are my beautiful, a real Rose."

I looked at myself and staggered a bit. This couldn't be me.

"You look as good as any of the other bridesmaids, Rose. Only my Sarah,
the bride, looks more beautiful." Then the words that really made me
nearly freak out. "Looking that good you'll have to be careful when you
are dancing with the best man or the other guys!"

I felt really strange and vulnerable and yet excited as the four of us
got into the wedding car. I clutched my bouquet and smoothed my dress
under me as I sat down. The heels had made me walk in a feminine manner
to get to the car.

The car arrived at the church and we had to walk through the gathered
guests and wait in the entrance for the bride. They all said how
beautiful we looked as they passed us to sit down as the bride was due to
arrive. The main car turned up and Sarah, looking beautiful, walked up
the path on her father's arm. We all turned and followed her down the
aisle as the organ played. I was glad that they were all looking at the
bride as my heels clicked and my lovely dress swished against my
stockinged legs.

The service went wonderfully but I found I was so nervous that I couldn't
sing the hymns and my mouth was dry. There was a slight breeze from the
open church door which went up my dress and caressed my smooth legs and
panties.

Soon the service was over and we started to follow the bride and groom
from the church. One of the smartly dressed young men from the groom's
side offered me his arm and we walked out together. The photographs
seemed to take for ever and my mind was in quite a daze as several people
spoke to me but I really didn't take it all in.

We got back into the cars and went of to the hall for the reception. When
we arrived I really needed to go and relieve myself. Jane grabbed my arm
as I was about to enter the gents and gently steered me into the ladies
room. She suggested I freshen my lipstick and I felt so girly seeing my
manicured nails on the lipstick as I applied it freshly to my lips.

We sat and ate our meal and then the speeches came. Being a strong
independent woman, Sarah insisted on making a speech as well as her
husband. I was sitting quietly, trying to be anonymous and consuming
probably too much wine. Suddenly I heard her say that she thought all of
her bridesmaids looked great but that she would especially like to thank
her best friend Rose who had been with her for so many years and looked
so good in her dress. I nearly fainted.

Sarah and her husband got up and started to dance the first dance to a
lovely slow love song. Then five young men who had been asked to do so,
came over to the five bridesmaids and took us out onto the dance floor.
There was I all dressed up as a young woman, in the arms of a young man
and having drunk maybe a little too much wine and trying hard to follow
rather than lead.

The dancing went on for a long time and I was asked to dance by a lot of
men. One young man came up and asked if I wanted a drink. I said yes and
he got me another glass of wine. As we chatted the bride and groom
started to leave. Sarah threw her bouquet over her shoulder and Angela
caught it. Suddenly I realised that I was disappointed that I hadn't
caught it. I started to cry softly. The young man whose name was Steve
asked me if I was alright. I said yes, but that it had been a stressful
day for me. He put his arm around my shoulders and led me outside into
the garden for some fresh air. I wondered why I felt so at home with this
situation. Where would my day end?

We walked in the cool air down to the bottom of the garden and into a
small grove of trees where there was a seat that looked out over the
river. I suddenly realised that I felt good dressed like this and with
Steve looking after me. We sat down and he told me that he knew my
situation and that he thought I was great to do this for a friend. He
then said that if he hadn't been told he would have thought that I was
just a very beautiful young bridesmaid. I started to cry again and he
held me close. Suddenly I looked at him and he kissed me. I realised that
I really wanted this and that I might never get another chance. He
apologised for kissing me and I told him that it was Ok I wanted it.

We kissed again and his hand started stroking my leg under my lovely
satin dress. As his fingers found the garters at the top of my stockings

I felt him tremble and I felt so good. My hand brushed his lap and I felt
that he was big and hard. I knew we should not be doing this.

"Do you want me?" I asked him and he said, "Oh yes!"

"But you know I am not a real girl" I said.

"No-one would guess unless you told them," he said. I thought how I had
got into this and knew I had to just follow my feelings.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Unzip me and take out my cock," he said.

I unzipped him and pulled his big hard cock out of his pants. Here I was
dressed in a lovely satin dress with my stockings pulling on my garters
and I could see my small hand with its manicured nails wrapped around his
hardness. He gently took hold of my head and steered it down into his
lap. As I went down it just seemed natural that his cock slid between my
lips and into my warm mouth. I felt so helpless yet good.

He moaned as he slid in and out of my mouth leaving lipstick traces on
his manhood. I felt an orgasm building up inside of me and I hadn't even
touched myself or been touched.

I wondered how I would react if he came in my mouth. I never found out
because he gently pulled me to my feet and turned me around. He bent me
over the seat and lifted my lovely satin dress. He pulled my panties
aside and before I knew what he was doing he pushed his hard wet manhood
gently bit by bit into my tight bottom. Soon I could feel his balls
against me and knew he was all the way in. It felt so good. He started to
pump in and out of me telling me how beautiful I was. I moaned and told
him to make me his girl.

As a picture flashed into my mind of the moment Sarah had asked me to be
her bridesmaid, Steve let out a cry and I felt his cum flood into me as
he orgasmed. I knew it was meant to be, and I prayed that one day I would 
be Steve's bride.

As a picture flashed into my mind of the moment Sarah had asked me to be her bridesmaid, Steve let out a cry and I felt his cum flood into me as he orgasmed. I knew it was meant to be.

(Click here to read it from the transbride website)

Voting Poll closing in 2 Days

I added a new poll to the right side of the blog. I'm trying to see which story demands more art on the blog. Right now Subjegated Step Sissy is winning. I'm actually surprised!

Temporally highlighted new text to Miss Annie's 7 Days

A readers asked what was added to the story, so I highlighted the new text for those to were wondering. This is only for a short time. The original format is still on Crystal Story Site and Fictionmania. 

Perils of Paul author Valerie interview is now available on the Erotica Authors Corner

We have an in-depth interview with the author behind Perils of Paul! Valerie joins us on the Erotica Author's Corner section of the blog.

Interview with Transgender Romance Author Charlotte Johnson

We are delighted and extremely proud to have the very talented and lovely Charlotte Johnson on this edition of the Erotica Author's Corner!

Click here to read the complete interview to find out more from this rising romance author