By jtstreep119. Growing up in rural Alabama, I found myself alone in the woods often. I found it peaceful, walking the miles and miles of game trails is a good way to keep in shape. Back then I was a lean, scrawny nineteen-year-old, with a messy straw-blond head of hair. My mom always joked I still looked fourteen, given how short and skinny I was. Something that plagued me for a long time, as it wasn’t until I was in
Read moreStrayMolly (edited) This story takes place at a stranger’s home out in the country. Recently received an email listing his name and place with a request to come over and have some canine fun. I arrive at Daniels home at exactly 7:30PM. Taking a moment to look over myself, I want to make sure I look perfect for this occasion. Black toe polish, black fishnets, plaid mini skirt, black thong, black tank top, collar, and a leash. I ring the
Read moreBy Lord Naughtius. Isabella and Ingrid followed their tour guide through the Dog House facility. The two had booked a week to relax after exams. Isabella’s friend Madeleine had arranged the contact. How she knew about the place, neither girl would ever know. Maddie hadn’t mentioned anything beyond saying cryptically she went for a true vacation every so often. The pair now found themselves in a secret location, walking naked through their modern open spacious lobby led by a nearly
Read moreBy crazycatfree I’m a white thirty-five year old male crossdresser, and I have several wigs and many outfits. You can find very good video tutorials online on doing makeup. I’m five feet eight inches tall, and weigh one-hundred and thirty pounds. I’m almost completely passable dressed as a woman. On a scale of one through ten, I’d say that I’m an eight on looks. However, I don’t go out in public dressed as a female, only around friends. I’m a
Read moreDogBone421 (DogBone421@aol.com) It was easy to drive up to the farm-house hidden off the road in the darkness of the night. The hard part was getting out of my patrol car and walking up to the door, I had come to know all too well. No matter how many times I’ve been here I still get butterflies. Yeah, me, a hard as nails State Trooper who’s trained to kill! Off in the distance I could hear the constant barking of
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