Winston Ashborne needed a cure stronger than hot soup: a tight skirt, a makeover, and an evening out—as a woman. Would he be a good boy and take his medicine? An experimental story with a focus on atmosphere. One reader at TG Storytime mentioned its “surreal, dreamlike quality”, which is exactly what I was aiming for. In general, the younger someone properly identifies with their preferred gender, the better the results of hormone therapy and surgery. With the weight of virginity finally off my shoulders, I began to make up for lost time, having sex with practically any attractive guy who looked my way. Sex was great, and a lot of sex was even greater. Although I know now that most of them were never deserving of me, I don’t regret it. I learned so much about myself through my sexual explorations in college. I haven’t hooked up with my first since that night. The government has a way of dealing with cross-dressers and it isn’t… well, actually the results ARE actually quite pretty indeed!

There’s also been a remarkable shift in the responses I’ve gotten from non-trans guys on the online dating scene these past two years. More dudes are asking respectful questions, or sending supportive messages. More dudes have a grasp of the transgender lexicon and know how to use trans terminology. Admittedly, I still feel like a curiosity. I still have to sift through tons of hypersexed advances just to forge a conversation that may, one day, lead to a proper date. And I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been stood up or flaked on at the last minute. Maybe all ladies are subject to this online, but these are certainly the romantic misadventures of a post-op transwoman in her mid 30s. He cross-dressed to please his girlfriend, but Jeremy would soon discover that Jasmine was born to wear a skirt… The three inch stilettos were really comfortable and I had no trouble walking in them. After all these years they are still my favourite shoes. I have had the tips renewed several times. A covert deep-cover assignment leads an author and his wife to swap identities. The man’s efforts to lead his wife’s life leads to complications he never imagined—and a deadly game of spot-the-assassin!

We’d love to be able to share your transgender stories, journeys, and images of your lives with the community, anonymously if you’d prefer.

Magic & Science Fiction - Stories in which the change or setting is a magical, SF related or use actual not possible devices. A secret society of women dedicated to the total feminization of males sought to turn him into a woman… but his wife soon had cause to wonder whether Geofferson was honestly all that opposed to the idea. So to the fellas out there who do wanna get with that hot trans gal, here’s some friendly advice from one who knows:

Let’s be real, this wasn’t about dating, this was hooking up. The guys I would meet, they were just regular dudes with one thing in common: an attraction to pre-op trans women. I’m sure they had seen their fair share of tranny porn, but watching their faces as I undressed, or as they undressed me, was like watching Columbus discover America! (Historically inaccurate, but you get the idea). The sex was fun, exploratory, intriguing. I was learning how to get into my body, my breasts were growing and increasing in sensitivity, and I was gaining confidence in my feminine form. I spent the afternoon getting ready – having a bath, shaving my legs and body, etc, then it was time to get dressed. I took my time with my makeup (which I’m still not very good at) but at last I felt finished. I was very nervous, but my mind was made up. I went downstairs, poured a martini and waited until the lights had gone off in all the surrounding houses. I live in a small village on an even smaller estate, where everyone knows everyone else. It would be disastrous to be found out as I’m sure all closet trannies feel. In the future, everything will be “smart”: a woman’s vanity, breast forms, wigs, and even a cross-dresser’s prosthetic vagina… When Jonathan Hyde bends the laws of nature in a bold attempt to recreate his namesake’s transformative experiment, he succeeds beyond his wildest dreams! Ps. Because we’re accustomed to identify as either boy or girl when we are very young, we transgender individuals often say “I’m a girl trapped in the wrong body,” etc. But really, we’re just transgender, something that has been around since the cavemen.

When I found that my sister returned; the first thing that went through my mind was a close resemblance of the words "oh crap" ran through my mind. I still hadn't changed out of Katie's dress and my clothes were strewn over the floor. I was going to be found and instantly my mind told me to hide. I immediately jumped into the wardrobe and closed the door behind me. I remember that exact feeling when I was hiding from my sister. My heart was pounding, it felt like it was going to burst from my chest in a similar style to the Alien Quadrilogy. It would have solved some problems though, first off I would have been dead, and I wouldn't have to face my sister's wrath when she found I had tried on her clothes. She probably would have tried to resurrect my body and then kill me all over again for it. "Rain, where are you?" I could hear Katie from outside the room, and I hoped she would think I was somewhere else. This was the moment I found my sister really did have second sight. I overheard her muttering that she had shut the door to the bedroom before she left, and I foolishly left it open. She knew I would be in her room, and the fact that my clothes were left out for all to see didn't help that. "Come on Rain, I know you are in here. If you don't come out until the count of five then I will be forced to tell mum and dad," she stated with a calm and methodical voice. Katie didn't raise her tone, she didn't have to. On the drive home, I sang as loud as I could to the song “ I Just Had Sex,” which was probably the most enjoyable part of the night. A cross-dresser in deep denial comes to terms with his desire for feminization, and meets his fate at last on Halloween night. I decided to cross to the other side of the road, probably as any other woman would. They just passed by deep in their own conversation and never bothered with me. Another car went by and I felt reassured. When a man uses the Medallion to swap bodies with his wife, multiple bodyswaps ensue until everybody is someone else. (Also with bonus caption.)