He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)
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				Title: <strong>He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 23:04:36</strong>
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				Chris looked over the line outside the club. It was "alternative" night, whatever that meant this week, and it brought out the usual cross-section of types. Plainclothes indie kids going to one floor, and goths, punks, rivetheads and more going elsewhere. <br><br>He tried not to let his eyes linger too long on the girls in latex and lace, leather and fishnets and rubber, corsets and uniforms and sky high heels. He didn't want to be caught staring. At them... or at their clothes.<br><br>He didn't want to be caught imagining how it would feel to wear them.<br><br>He was dressed plainly, as usual. Black T-shirt and trousers over his slim frame, fatigue jacket and combat boots. Brown hair cut short. His best attempt to look manly. <br><br>His attraction for these women almost outweighed his desire to be one, so he played to that side and hid the other as well as he could...
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 21:11:32</strong>
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				It had been a wonderful day thus far for Magda.&nbsp; She smiled as she strolled down the street towards the club.&nbsp; The raven-haired, latex-clad young lady was one of the first to arrive at the club.&nbsp; She stepped into the club and strolled over to a table near the entrance and watched as people filed in behind her.&nbsp; She shook her head in disgust after thirty minutes when she had yet to see her friend Ginger.&nbsp; 'Of all the people to meet me here, I had to choose Ginger', she thought as she made her way to the bar.<br><br>Magda took a stool and sat facing the door in hopes Ginger would eventually show up.&nbsp; Her piercing gray eyes scanned everyone who entered the club for the next hour-or-so hoping to find Ginger.&nbsp; She gave up her search for Ginger and walked towards the dance floor.&nbsp; She spotted Chris staring at the women who entered the club after him.&nbsp; She gave him a smile to let him know she had figured out that he would rather be wearing female clothing.&nbsp; She, then, started talking to a few of her friends to see what Chris would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 02:29:40</strong>
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				The first thing Chris did was gulp. He'd caught the eye of a beautiful young woman, dressed all in latex. And she was smirking, as she shifted around slightly to show off her outfit. Was she toying with the hem of her skirt just to tease him? Did she... know?<br><br>He lowered his gaze, feeling a blush creep across his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 04:44:02</strong>
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				Magda continued talking with her friends for the next twenty-or-so minutes.&nbsp; Occasionally, she glanced over her shoulder at Chris with the same smirk on her face.&nbsp; After the discussion was over, Magda strolled over to the bar with her piercing gray eyes fixed on Chris.&nbsp; As she sat down, the woman slowly turned her head as if she were beckoning him over.&nbsp; She raised her hand and waved a finger between them as she faced Chris once more to leave no doubt in the man's mind that he was wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 18:55:37</strong>
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				Chris tried not to look at the strange woman, but couldn't help stealing glances at her from time to time. And it seemed every time he did, she was smiling at him.<br><br>He swallowed hard as she beckoned him over, hesitated, looked at her, and started to approach.<br><br>"... Do I know you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 23:00:35</strong>
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				Magda kept those piercing gray eyes fixated on Chris as he approached her.&nbsp; The smile on her face became a grin as the young man reached her.&nbsp; She, then, swept her red locks behind her ear and extended her hand to him.&nbsp; "No, we do not know each other.&nbsp; I am Magda."&nbsp; Her eyes gleamed as she continued, "I have seen you looking at, no admiring, some females in this club, including me.&nbsp; There is no doubt in my mind that you would much rather, at least, be wearing female clothing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 02:53:19</strong>
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				"Chris," he mumbled, taking her hand. She had a strong grip. As she said he'd been admiring some of the women, he started to phrase a reply, but then she continued - and he felt himself go cold and starts to blush at the same time.<br><br>"I... no, I..." He trailed off, unable to think of a lie. She had caught him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 15:28:26</strong>
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				Rather than release Chris' hand after the shake, Magda stood up and yanked him towards the club's door.&nbsp; "We may have just met, Chirs, however, I have a surprise you will like," the woman said as her grin became a smirk.&nbsp; As the pair exited the club, the bouncer gave Magda a knowing smile after the latex-clad woman whispered something in her ear.&nbsp; Magda, then, yanked Chris out the door and towards her house.&nbsp; She fixed her gray eyes on Chris and commanded him to come to her side and walk next to her.<br><br>After the thirty-minute or so walk, they reached Magda's house.&nbsp; "This is my house."&nbsp; She dragged him into her room and pointed to the light orange latex clothing that remained on her bed.&nbsp; She released his hand and calmly directed him to, "Put on the panties, first.&nbsp; Then, put on the minidress.&nbsp; After that, come to me so I can adjust the waist of the dress and zip it."&nbsp; She let that sink in and continued, "Go back to my bed and put on the stockings fastening them to the dress.&nbsp; Finally, put on those heels."&nbsp; She, then, advised him, "You may feel strange sensations as you put the clothing on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 19:14:24</strong>
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				Chris stumbled along behind her, wondering how she could walk so quickly in such high heels... wishing he could learn himself.<br><br>"Look, ahh, I don't know... what you expect, but... but... I don't..."<br><br>She ignored him and carried on. <br><br>He looked up at the house, gawping for a moment as she pulled him inside. <br><br>"I... I don't..." but he took the dress and panties and stumbled away as he was told.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 20:04:00</strong>
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				Magda shook her head as she heard Chris' protest.&nbsp; "Yes you do."&nbsp; She pointed to the bed once more and started, "Over...," only to see him start getting dressed.&nbsp; The look on her face turned to a smile as she saw him pick up the panties and dress.&nbsp; She calmly awaited his return for her to lace the corset.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 22:53:26</strong>
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				He drifted away to the room next door, holding the cool, gleaming dress and tight little panties.<br><br>Trembling, he started to undress, sitting to untie and pull off his boots before standing to pull up his shirt, unbutton and drop his trousers, revealing his tented boxers. He slipped them off and took the panties, stepping carefully into them...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 19:47:14</strong>
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				They were tight, pushing his manhood up so it was a slight bump at most, riding up at the back and emphasising the curve of his buttocks.<br><br>He started to pull up the dress, wriggling to get it on. "Why does she have a dress in my size?" he mused to himself. "Or... nnff... slightly smaller." With a final heave, he brought the skirt up into place, gripping his hips tightly, nearly showing the bottom of the panties.<br><br>Waddling slightly, he sat down and started to carefully roll and smooth on the stockings, admiring the way they hid the thankfully fair hairs on his legs. Clipping them in place, he pushed himself up to walk back in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 18:13:13</strong>
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				Magda smirked imagining what Chris would look like in his new outfit as the young man gathered the clothing.&nbsp; She contemplated spanking Chris as he passed her on his way out but decided not to do it.&nbsp; The woman shook her head after about five minutes and discarded the idea of checking on him.&nbsp; She smiled as Chris entered the room liking how the man looked.&nbsp; She walked over to him and gave him the spank she had not given him before.&nbsp; She scolded, "Why did you not come back so I could lace up your corset before finishing," rhetorically in a questioning tone as she stepped behind him and laced up the corset.&nbsp; "You look great, Chris," she complemented as she turned him toward a full-body mirror.&nbsp; She smirked once more as her eyes gleamed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 23:47:24</strong>
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				Chris gasped as he felt Magda's hand slapping his buttocks through the skin-tight skirt he now wore.<br><br>"A-alright," he said softly, shyly, as she stepped around him and he felt her starting to tug on the laces, tightening the corset around his waist.<br><br>Turned to the mirror, he looked down at his body. The corset pulled in his waist, the skirt hugged his bottom and flattened his crotch, and his legs in the stockings and high heels were quite shapely...<br><br>"What now?" he asked in a breathless whisper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 01:16:45</strong>
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				Magda pulled the laces a little tighter before tying the corset.&nbsp; "Tell me, Chris, what is your full name?&nbsp; We may need to change that."&nbsp; She smirked as she thought, "I wonder what she has under that skirt."&nbsp; The woman, then, walked to Chris' side and briefly palmed her crotch.&nbsp; She looked at Chris and commented, "I know that was not very lady-like.&nbsp; My next question will not be either.&nbsp; What cup size would you like your breasts to be?&nbsp; They will not grow at all unless the wearer of this dress, in this case - you, says her desired cup size aloud."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 01:34:59</strong>
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				"Ch-Christopher James Roberts," he mumbled weakly. The bulge grew slightly in reaction to her touch. <br><br>He turned to look at her questioningly as she asked her next question. "They'll... I... I want a C cup." He felt himself blushing saying this out loud, even though he had already dressed like this. "C Cup breasts... a small waist... wider hips... I want an hourglass figure," he confessed. "I want to be beautiful."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 02:24:47</strong>
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				Magda placed her hand back on his crotch not at all worried about treating her captive like a lady at the moment as she had, after all, noticed, and liked, the effect the touch had on her.&nbsp; She shook her head as Chris said her name.&nbsp; "While I am in favor of males having female names and vice-versa, that name is too masculine for a lady.&nbsp; Your new name is Christian Joseph."&nbsp; Magda, then, started to grin as Christian's breasts began to fill out the dress quickly.&nbsp; "Christian, describe what you feel happening to your body," was her next command as her face and hair started to become more feminine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 02:31:12</strong>
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				"Christian," he repeated. "Will I be... Christine some day?" he asked hopefully... then gasped as he felt his nipples harden and start to push out. <br><br>"I'm changing," he moaned softly, not entirely believing it, feeling and seeing his long-denied wish coming true. He raised a hand to his gently swelling chest as the curve of the dress tightened. "Even... raising my hand, I feel my arm shifting... thinner, more... slender..." He looked at his hand, skin soft and fair, hair disappearing entirely. "Losing my body hair..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 03:11:32</strong>
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				Magda shook her head as she gave Chris' bulge a quick squeeze and said, "While you will be fully female some day, you might remain Christian because, as I just said, I am in favor of cross-gender names."&nbsp; The dominant woman continued to grin as her captive's breasts filled out the dress completely.&nbsp; She, then, demanded, "Tell me how big your penis is," in a rather harsh tone as she remained unconcerned with treating Christian like the lady she had become.&nbsp; "Tell me when you are happy with your new body so I can put you in something much more becoming of a lady."&nbsp; Magda added, "You will live as a transsexual until I see it fit," as an aside in a biting tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 02:28:29</strong>
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				"Six inches," Chris confessed as his penis rose and tugged at the constraints of his tight panties and skirt. <br><br>He gasped and trembled at the idea of being made to wear something 'more becoming of a lady'. He wanted to see what he - she? - looked like now, but instead looked down at his full breasts and narrow waist, turning to look down at his flaring hips, curved bottom and shapely legs.<br><br>The idea of keeping his penis, not being female completely, was a disappointment, but he nodded and said "yes ma'am" in his soft voice. He considered calling her 'mistress' but he did not dare. "This all feels so wonderful already."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 07:57:16</strong>
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				Magda gave Chris' penis another squeeze and nodded as her captive revealed its length to her.&nbsp; She stepped behind Chris and unlaced the corset.&nbsp; "Get undressed while I find something more lady-like for you to wear," was her command as she strolled over to her rather large closet.&nbsp; Magda, then, added, "You are to wait there while I search for your new outfit", in the same tone as before as she disappeared into the closet and started her search.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 01:55:08</strong>
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				"Yes ma'am," he said meekly again, breathing out as he felt the corset being unlaced.<br><br>Once alone, he began to wriggle out of the dress, first taking down the straps, pulling the cups down to expose his chest, gazing down at his new breasts, smiling. Pulling at the skirt, he stripped the dress off his narrowed waistline, pushed it down over his curving hips... He frowned as his erect penis started to rise when freed, disrupting his new femininity and reminding him that he was still male on some level. Unclipping the stockings, he stepped out of the dress and carefully laid it on the chair beside him, then started to roll them down, eager to see what he would be allowed to wear next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 20:30:59</strong>
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				Magda stepped out of the closet holding a tight white latex dress with sewn-in panties in one hand and a lace choker in the other.&nbsp; "Would you like to be my pet and led around by leash and collar," were her inquiring words as she sat the dress on the bed.&nbsp; She, then, reached over and stroked Chris' erection a few times before she continued, "If so, I'm the only one allowed to do anything sexual with your penis."&nbsp; The red-tressed woman started stroking Chris' erection again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 03:46:11</strong>
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				He nodded, breathless, flushed... as his erection responded to her strokes, as well as her suggestions and the dress she offered him. "I would... like that," he managed to gasp as his erection throbbed under her guidance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 04:21:59</strong>
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				Magde handed Christian her choker and commented, "Put this on.&nbsp; You are now a woman, Chris."&nbsp; The red-tressed domme reached up caressing her pet's breasts.&nbsp; "Address me as Mistress and do what you're told when you're told," came her first two commands as she stroked the other woman's cock fast.&nbsp; "Cum now, pet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 15:00:03</strong>
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				Chris fastened the choker around his... her slender neck. <br><br>"Yes, Mistress," she nodded as she felt her mistress working her penis, and came on command. "Th-thank you, Mistress."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 15:15:10</strong>
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				Magda stopped stroking her pet's penis after she came and pointed to the dress on the bed.&nbsp; "Put that on when you are flaccid so we can go back to the club."&nbsp; The domme disappeared into the closet only to reappear a few minutes later with knee boots that match the dress.&nbsp; "Put these on as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 15:20:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris came long and hard, her penis small and flaccid by the time she was done, ready for her dress. She stepped into it and wriggled it up, enjoying how it hugged and emphasised her new feminine figure, how its panties hid her penis away. <br><br>"Thank you, Mistress," she smiled as she sat to pull on her new boots, then stood, getting a feel for the high heels she now wore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 15:39:39</strong>
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				Magda clipped a leash onto her pet's collar after she stood up.&nbsp; The domme teased her pet's crotch wanting her pet's dress to have a tent in it when they arrived back at the club.&nbsp; Magda, then, slipped her and up to Chris' chest carressing her breasts.&nbsp; "Would you like to move in with me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 15:50:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris blushed as she was collared, as her beautiful owner stroked and teased her through her dress. "Yes, Mistress," she gasped at the offer to move in, as her penis and nipples hardened at Magda's touch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 16:05:18</strong>
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				Satisfied with her pet's arousal, Magda started to walk slowly so her pet wouldn't fall.&nbsp; "Would you like me to address you by name or as 'Pet'," were the older woman's words as she stopped at the top of the steps.&nbsp; "Do you like being paraded around in white?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 14:10:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Call me by my new name, Mistress," Chris responded. She looked down at her transformed body, excited by what she saw. <br><br>"I would love it," she admitted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Should Be She (Beatrice Black and firescorpion121)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 18:54:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(revision coming soon)
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