EXCERPT FROM "Bob"

Bob (now Eve) is visiting his former girlfriend:

“If Eve continues at Sylvan, what would he have to look forward to?”

“Well, as you can see, our first year students like Eve make important strides in their feminine appearance and deportment. But he is nowhere near his best yet. Over the full three-year program, our sissies become ever more feminine. We give them in-depth training in makeup, clothing, and movement. By the second year, their hair is long enough to style, so they are fully trained in hair care. During their third year, they are taught the subtleties of being feminine in every way from the finer arts of speaking as a girl and discreetly teasing men thru their posture and poses to the proper ways to kiss real boys and other sissies. By the time they graduate, they have long, pretty hair they can spend countless hours styling. They are as expert at makeup as an experienced beautician. Plus, they can sew, dance, cook, and clean and look more graceful and feminine than almost any real girl while doing those things.”

As Bob listened to Ms. Gilbert describe what would happen to him if he remained at Sylvan, his head began swimming.

He rushed over to Lisa and fell on his knees. “Lisa, please! Don’t let them do that to me. I’ll do whatever you say. Honest! Just don’t make me go back.”

EXCERPT FROM "Norm"

Life at the Sylvan school continued normally for the next few weeks. That is, if boys wearing silky undies, padded bras, cute dresses, feminine makeup, and satin hair ribbons could be considered normal.

Ballet class was in session. The boys were wearing short tutus and Miss Sophie was teaching them how to pirouette when Barbie entered the room.

“Ruth, Mary, Angel and Grace,” she said, “have been selected to lead cheers at Stonewall Academy next Friday afternoon.”

“Stonewall?” Norm asked.

“Yes, Grace.”

“I can’t be a cheerleader at Stonewall! I went to school there. Everyone knows me. I’ll be recognized for sure.”

“Don’t worry, Grace,” Miss Sophie said. “With your short skirt and big breasts I’m sure the boys won’t be looking at your face.”

On the day of the game, Miss Stanley supervised the cheerleaders’ application of their makeup. She had them remove their school dresses and apply blush until their cheeks were like rosy apples, eyeliner until their eyes appeared large and doe-like, mascara that thickened and extended their lashes, and bright red lipstick that matched their long oval nails and made their lips full and seductive. This was indeed a traumatic time for the boys and it didn’t get any better when she sprayed them with perfume.

“We must give the very best impression of our school. I have arranged this performance and will supervise your activities at the game. I will tolerate nothing no bad performances or behavior.

“My friends will recognize me,” Norm said. “I know they will.”

“Just worry about getting your dance routines right and keeping your lipstick fresh.”

Norm felt sick to his stomach upon their arrival at the gymnasium. The last time he had been there he had been playing on the basketball team with his buddies and the girls had been cheering for him. Now he was about to be a cheerleader himself.

'Norm' includes about 70 new drawings by Juan.

Here are a few I had him color.

"Are you crazy? I won’t wear that."

ANOTHER EXCERPT FROM 'BOUND TO BE A MAID':
Betty studied her prisoner. "Now, it isn’t really so bad, is it?" she murmured.

EXCERPT FROM 'NOW HE'S LOUISE':
"Come on, Doreen," Lew said, "enough is enough. I hate these damned female clothes. You’ve dragged me out in public and embarrassed me in front of dozens of people. Doesn’t that satisfy your need for revenge."

EXCERPT FROM 'THE SARAH SCHOOL':
When we reached her station wagon, I stood by the front door while Miss Brown put my bag in the back. Instead of opening the door when she returned, however, she opened my coat, unzipped my fly and lowered my pants!

EXCERPT FROM 'CRAVEX':
The clerks gave me peculiar looks as I wandered through the lingerie department grabbing a slip and panties. I thought large was good for the slip. The panties had numbers, not sizes. The higher numbers seemed bigger so I took the largest number I could find. The bras made no sense to me at all. I must have looked as mystified as I felt, because a clerk came and asked, "May I help you?"

I was an object of curiosity among co-workers. They didn’t know what to make of me, one day I was a macho man with a reputation for office affairs. The next I was dressed as a woman. I couldn’t blame them for being confused. I wasn’t about to tell them the truth, that my wife and secretary had done this to me.