I suppose I have to expect that there has been some increase in willingness to accept T as well as LG &B.”

I've got to tell you about what happened to me as a teenager, after reading Prim's story about "Caught In Flagrante Transvestis". I was an only child but I discovered that I wanted to wear my mother's dresses, nearly all of them were so attractive to me. I wasn't with a sissy boyfriend like Neville and Tony in Prim's story, but I was as careless as Neville was. My mum caught me wearing one of her dresses over one of her skirts, which I was using as petticoat. I had her dresses and skirts waiting for me to put on next, and blouses too all over her bedroom - I wish Prim was describing the scene, he'd make a much better story of it than I can. I took her dress off in front of her but I couldn't get her skirt off. She had to help me undo it, then left me to tidy her things away. I replied, "Well I suppose they would not really like the idea, my mom might be a bit sympathetic as she has said she wish she had a girl also, I have two brothers." Carolyn said, "Well you should just enjoy the feelings your clitty gives you” I replied, “My clitty, oh you mean my penis. That’s a better name for it and I love it when my clitty gets excited by my frillies.” I appeared at the top of the stairs. I was a lovely vision in white. The maid had certainly chosen well for there wasn't a hint of masculinity left in me, rather I (now her) looked the perfect little princess. The dress was all white lace accented by delicate pink satin bows across the bodice and at the puffy sleeves and hem. From their vantage point, the two women could easily view what must have been several layers of crinolines under the wide almost floating skirt. Around my waist was a four inch wide pink satin sash tied at the hip with a huge bow. I stepped carefully down the steps, my feet in white patent leather Mary Jane’s, highlighted by white anklets trimmed with a turned down pink lace cuff. I felt totally mortified; never had I been treated like such a completely helpless child. Despite my humiliation, Carolyn smiled as the sound of water splashing in the bowl echoed in the small stall. When I was finished, instead of replacing my panties to their former position, the maid had me stand, my petticoats still raised to waist level. She took a tissue and gently dried the tip of my penis, and with the frilly white panties still around my ankles, she opened her purse and removed a small container. It was a very pleasant half-hour. Cathie helped me try on half a dozen different bras. Eventually, I/ we chose three. All were 42-C but as suggested each had an extender and to my surprise, Cathie had suggested that I buy breast-enhancers. And I did find the effect was very satisfactory.Carolyn smiled and nodded as she took my nightie and put it on me. She then helped me into my gown and slippers and then took my hand and led me from the room. We entered Aunt Mary's suite and Carolyn led me to the bed. The room was huge and had a huge four-poster bed against one wall. There were heavy velvet curtains, which could be drawn around the bed. At the foot of the bed there was an elaborate entertainment unit with TV, video and music players. Aunt Mary was not yet in the bedroom. Carolyn removed my slippers and gown and then helped me into the bed. I was in the middle of the huge bed. Carolyn went into the suite bathroom after passing me the TV guide and remote controls. She said she was to get changed herself and also help Aunt Mary. Blushing, I lowered my eyes in embarrassment. “Really dear, you should have been born a girl; wearing pretty dresses is only half the fun.” The gates of the school came into view. “You'd better let me do all the talking, dear. We wouldn't want you to give yourself away.” It didn't take long till my pansy has become a fully accepted maid of almost any party that I or any female in my circle of friends hosts … funny enough, most of the males that attended the parties did accept her without any problems and I am quite sure that some of them never doubted her being a real female maid. But even if they do, I wouldn't care. My fairy princess isn't a male any longer and who knows, some of the males might even be envious and wish they'd be allowed to take her place or at least walk a while in her shoes. We chatted about my parents and life at home before coming to Los Angeles. We were under the covers and Aunt Mary now had her hand on my leg as I rested against her breast while we sat up against the plush headboard. I began to blush as my clitty was getting hard and Aunt Mary asked, "Is your penis getting hard again?" I said, "Yes it is, I just can't help it. Carolyn calls it my clitty and I just love all the attention Carolyn is giving it." We had just spoken earlier of my home life where I told Aunt Mary the same thing I had told Carolyn. I brought my niece along with me in the car; would it be an inconvenience if we came in and looked for just a minute?”

But then at supper Sheila asks me what I'm planning to wear to the party. I almost choke. I tell her I'm not going; it’s a party for girls. Yes, Ma'm, she'll be right down.” With that, Carolyn called up the stairs, “Come down, and Honey, we're ready to leave.”manner after she told a joke. Carolyn also reminded me of when we ate I was to take small bites and small sips. She got me to drink some water out a glass in small sips. Carolyn said, “Chrissy my darling are you up to appearing in public dressed as a girl? We wouldn’t want you to give yourself away.” Carolyn praised me, “Ooh yes honey that’s perfect. You look so precious, Honey. You've made Mistress very happy.”