SIS Magazine may 2011 by Sandra Vasquez

Contents Stories pages 1-12

SIS Magazine

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• TG halloween magic......................................................................1 • The Pink Pet 1................................................................................4 • The plan -Chapter 1....................................................................12

Funies Page 15 Central poster Girls of the month Pages 16-17 Featured articles Pages 18-21 • Crossdressing Tips by Nelhew!......................................................18 • Turning your boyfriend into your girlfriend.....................................20

Gallery 22-29

Stories TG halloween magic by WatchfullEyes

there is one night of year I don’t like, it’s Halloween. I don’t know why but there’s something that doesn’t fit right with me. People dressing up, children asking strangers for candy… It seems all the weirdo’s are using this day to pray on the “normal” persons. Let me explain my situation. I’m a clerk in a law office. With no girlfriend or close relatives nearby, I can pretty much do as I like on my own time. That’s why I don’t like people knocking on my door all through the evening. In the past years I have put up signs to alert passers by that they will not get candy from me. But every time this pagan feast comes along, there are always idiots that mistake the sign for an invitation, go figure. This edition would be different but in a different way. I had put up my big sign. It read “Do not knock on this door or all hell will rain down upon you, your children and your children’s children!”. I don’t know how I could make it any clearer. So I settled down in front of my TV for a nice quiet night. A few hours passed and it seemed the sign was working. I was starting to feel more at ease, until… three knocks. “Never mind” I thought “They will go away.”. A minute later come three more knocks. Deciding to ignore it, I turned up the volume. Maybe this would get the messa-

ge across. It didn’t. By this time my blood was boiling. Three more knocks on the door. I stomped through the hallway and got ready to yell. While I opened the door I screamed “Can’t you people read the fucking sign? What do I have to do to get some damn piece and quiet?” A young woman and her daughter were standing in front of me, obviously startled. “Well?” I asked. “Go stand on the lawn for a second, honey.” The woman said to the kid. When she was out of ears reach she turned towards me. “Sir, I don’t know you and you don’t know me.” She said calmly. “But you should know better than to yell at strangers, especially tonight and in particular to me. You see, this is the only night I can come out as I am. This is not a costume for me.” I looked up and down her outfit. She was dressed as a witch, including the big pointy hat. “Ok, miss…” I laughingly said “Please get of my property right now or I will be forced to call the police. Now scram!” She turned around and muttered “He’ll be sorry for this.” I slammed the door, hoping that anyone nearby will hear this and take the hint. When my ass hit my oh so comfy couch I was feeling a sense of dread. Maybe I shouldn’t have yelled at the woman. I’m not a bad guy. These people just get under my skin. Anyway, I got back to the mo-

“Do not knock on this door or all hell will rain down upon you, your children and your children’s children!”

Stories vie I was watching. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t particularly good either. Around midnight I decided to turn in. Somehow, I couldn’t sleep. The woman and her daughter kept popping up in my mind. For some time I pondered if I did the right thing. After all she couldn’t help it if they followed the trend. “A witch, no way she is a witch.” I thought as I finally drifted into sleep. I was awoken sometime later by a voice: “You shouldn’t have done that.” It whispered. Distressed, I tried to sit up in my bed but I couldn’t. The sheets were wound around my wrists and ankles. “What the hell.” I thought. I screamed for help but I knew nobody would be coming. My house is pretty well isolated and there is some distance between it and the next house or the street. “Now you will pay.” The voice came again. “Every day will be Halloween for you.” I struggled against my bounds but they were too tight. Every time I pulled, the sheets seemed to pull back even harder. A tingling sensation started at my feet and worked its way up my body. I have a shoe size of 13. Well used to have now. I literally saw my feet shrinking to a size 6! “What’s happening?” I thought. “This isn’t possible.” When the tingle went up further it changed them from the normal soccer playing legs to a pair of shaved eye catchers. I suspected the feeling to go up more but it stopped there and emerged back on my fingers. They changed into dainty little ones, including nails that where painted a glossy black. My arms were next. No more big forearms for me. Only sleek girly ones were left when the tingling went away. This time, it didn’t stop moving. It reached my head. I could tell changes were going on but with no mirror in sight, I couldn’t see what they were. The next part was obvious: my chest started expanding. It went to a nice full d-cup in no time. “Nooooo” I shou-

ted in a very feminine sounding voice. “My voice, what happened to it?” I said. Tears started to well up but didn’t have the chance to break free. I could feel my body shrinking to the size of a 19 year old girl. I tried to take it all in. “I must be dreaming. “ I thought “There is no way this is real.” I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, hoping that it would all go away. Opening my eyes only confirmed my fear. A pair of extremely large breasts were staring me in the face. I cried on the inside. I laid there, bound in my own sheets for about half an hour. “Well, I still have my manhood.” I thought. The voice came again “Try to control yourself.”. The sheets returned to their normal state and I was free. I jumped out of bed, away from the possessed bed linen. The large mirror in my closet revealed the total change to me. Apart from my penis, I was a young woman. I had large breasts, amazing legs and a very cute face with blue eyes and thick lips. It was already made up: dark green eye shadow and extremely glossy dark lips made me look stern but sexy. Long flaming red hair came down my back. No one was going to believe this. I can’t go to the police because they won’t believe me. My family will shunt me out and my friends would just like to do me. Staring inside the closet, I could see all of my clothes were changed into the wardrobe of an alternative girl. “Goth” I believe is the term. “All in all, I could have done worse.” I thought. Involuntary, my member came to attention. “Since there is nothing else to do but accept it, I might as well accept it fully.” I thought. The sight of the delicate hand wrapping its fingers around my member was enough for me. I laid my new body back on the bed and started stroking myself. The thought of this gorgeous body being mine excited me too much. I stared at my ceiling in ecstasy. The area

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Stories started tingling in the same way that my body did not long before. The stroking became faster and faster until it felt like my penis was not my own any more. Looking down I could see it wasn’t. In stead of this, I could see me fucking a wet pussy with a lifelike dildo. But it felt way too good to stop now. My fingers found a button at the end of it. This made it come to life and guided me towards a climax that lasted for half an hour. Exhausted I laid on the bed and thought this was the best Halloween ever.

The Pink Pet 1 by Madcow4321

sat alone on my computer up late at night long after the sun had gone down. My nightly routine of going about the internet looking for different fetish sites and chat rooms was yielding its usual dull results. Little did I know that I was just one click away from a different life, and I made that click that night without even knowing it.

I was constantly in search of a woman who would share my deepest darkest fetish. No one knew it but every night I would put on three or four pairs of pink tights before I went to bed. It started off as a casual thing, and soon developed into an obsession. I would lay there in my bed, writhing as the tights constantly squeezed and pulled at my raging erection, only teasing it even more. The entire night, I would lay there in constant sexual torture imagining that some beautiful woman had put me in these tights, that she kept me from taking them off. I would dream of this buxom beauty that would slowly seduce her control into my life and give me nothing but blissful torture instead. I wanted to be trapped in this little pink prison, free to roam about, even go to work with everyone completely oblivious of the pink torture prison that I could not remove. My Mistress would know that I was no risk of cheating as I couldn’t go to bed with another woman if I couldn’t take the tights off! Then one night as I wondered into a chat room, this amazingly cute screen name caught my attention. It didn’t come as a surprise that she was the center of attention in the room with her sweet attitude and cute flirting. I couldn’t possibly tell you what I did to catch her attention but somehow we got to talking. We got to know each other a little more, and when she found out I was single became very interested in me. Her name was Leana. She sent me a picture and I was blown away to see a blonde goddess appear on my monitor. She had the body of my dreams, a soft beautiful face, a nice full chest, a small waist which flared out into beautifully sexy hips and an amazing ass that all flowed down into a pair of long curvy legs. I could not believe my luck that such a woman had taken interest in someone like me! However, I knew it was not to last as she had yet to know anything about my little ritual at night and about my dreams. As time passed, the topic of sex finally came up. She told me she was into anything and was very curious to know exactly what I was into. I was saddened when she wouldn’t let me avoid the question, so I just told her the truth about my desire to be taken control of, about my love of pink tights and tight pink

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Stories clothing, to be made a pet, to be kept and clothed by a loving mistress. Her only response was to ask for my Snail mail addy which I provided thinking I would get some letter in the mail calling me a freak. Leana then disappeared from the chat room and never responded to any of my e-mails, although I can’t say I was surprised. A week later, after my nightly ritual had gone off as usual with nothing worth while I went out to the front of the house to check my mail and found a package for me. It was a small package with a return address with no name, just an address out in the middle of the country. Curious, I brought it inside and immediately opened it. Once open, I noticed a pair of pink silk panties sitting on top of a note. The panties felt Unbelievable! They must have been VERY expensive, and they Must be for someone ELSE! Rechecking the address, it was indeed meant for me, confused I remembered the note in the box and took it out... “Wear these tonight, and be ready for your mistress.”

I thought I was going to lose it right then and there. After another long night, I awoke again alone and very horny, however I knew what I was going to do as soon as I got out of bed. As I expected, there was another package sitting at my doorstep waiting for me. I smiled at the box enjoying our little game and my free gifts. I started fantasizing that Leana was my mistress and she was sending me toys to play with until her arrival. I opened the box and was a little surprised that the contents of the box were virtually the same: another pair of tights that were a slightly different shade of pink, and another letter. “Wear it all and be ready for your mistress.” Determined not to let her drive me insane, I quickly set about filling my schedule with things to keep me occupied and to keep me from dwelling on my mystery mistress. The pile of notes on my table now

The paper was a very nice perfumed pink paper, and it had black handwriting on it that was very beautiful and feminine. It took me only a second to realize exactly who this had come from and I felt a rush of excitement and anticipation run through me! Was Leana coming to visit me tonight? I couldn’t wait. I ran around my apartment cleaning up everything, and even picked up some extra food anticipating having to make someone a special breakfast in the morning. That night, I put on the panties and was amazed at how wonderful they felt. I spent all night turned on as the silky material would gently caress me and turn me on making me squirm, and as I squirmed, the fabric only rubbed even MORE! After a lustful night, I woke in the morning to the sad realization that I was alone. Somewhat depressed, I went downstairs as I do every morning to check my mail only to find another package, very similar to the first. I smiled to myself as I brought it into the house and opened it. Inside the package I found a brand new pair of hot pink tights and a note. Skipping the tights I went straight to the note. “Wear both tonight, and be ready for your mistress.”

spread their beautiful fragrance almost all over my apartment constantly reminding me of the smell, and my beautiful Leana.

Again the letter was printed on beautiful perfumed pink paper and it smelled amazing. I took a deep breath in wondering if this is what my beloved Leana would smell like. I took this note and added it to the pile and straightened up again in anticipation of my beloved finally visiting me. Eventually night rolled around, and I just skipped my nightly ritual to put on the panties and the tights to await my Mystery Sender. As the hours drifted by, I eventually went to bed to find a new meaning in sexual torture. The panties were now being squeezed against me by the tights, and I now had silky smooth pink legs that I would rub together all night long thinking of her. I still remember the rush I felt as a cool breeze drifted through my room and over my encased legs,

Over the next few days, I received another package with tights and a carbon copy note in it. The tights were different brands and slightly different colors and thickness but they were ALL pink. My nightly torture was getting pretty incredible as I was now wearing 4 or 5 pairs of tights and panties to bed every night. I found now that whenever my legs were at rest, they pointed straight out and that my feet were constantly pointed straight out like a ballerinas. Each new pair of tights squeezed me a little harder, and tortured me a little harsher each night. I held some small hope that maybe my dream mistress would come in the night; however I knew it wasn’t going to happen.

Stories The next morning, I woke up and got my mail as usual. This morning’s package was slightly different than the others. I opened it, and instead of finding another pair of tights, I found a pair of long pink satin prom/opera gloves, and another carbon copy of the note: “Wear it all and be ready for your mistress.” I went to bed that night, and after putting on my panties and multiple tights while dreaming of her(as was my new nightly ritual) and added the satin gloves. I was amazed at how tight they were but how unbelievably smooth and sexy they were. The gloves in combination with the satin panties and the silky smooth tights drove me Insane! I wanted to rub myself to happiness, but with so many layers over my penis I wouldn’t be able to, but stroking sure did feel nice. I woke up the next morning snuggled up to my silky satiny hands and was still insanely turned on. I ran downstairs to get today’s package and found it sitting there like a loyal pet. I opened it after I got home from work and found another soft pink item. I pulled it out to find it to be a leotard. I looked it over and found it actually looked big enough to fit my large frame! It was a long sleeved leotard with a zipped back and a turtleneck. I noticed that there was a small metal chain built into the zipper. I looked closely at it and realized it was some kind of metal painted to match the pink of the leotard. I pulled out the new note and read it. “Put it all on in order, and be ready for your mistress.” I hurried upstairs to bed with my new toy, and promptly put on my panties, tights and gloves and then stepped into the holes in the leotard. I pulled the leotard up tight and was immediately rewarded with another force pulling against my poor penis which was struggling to get erect and stay erect. The more I moved, the more I was tortured between the silky smoothness of everything, and the panties and tights rubbing me! I pulled the leotard up and slid my gloved arms through the sleeves to find fine wires connecting the ends of the sleeves. I adjusted the wires so that my middle finger slide through them, and they were long enough to allow my hand through the sleeve, then catch and keep the sleeve pulled down. I thought it was a pretty cool feature to keep the sleeves from moving and having to worry about adjusting them all the time. I was surprised to find that with only a little struggling (Thanks to the chain to help me zip it), I managed to zip up the leotard! I was now completely encased in silky soft pink. All of the items I wore all matched shades of pink, and SQUEEZED me so tight! I went to bed that night but to say I slept would be a lie. I spent the entire night running my hands over the silky satiny leotard, and rubbing my ballet legs together enjoying the sheer torture I was

Stories receiving. I sat away caressing myself wondering if Leana’s touch would be so soft and graceful. I also wondered if she would really come now that I was fully dressed. The next morning I dragged myself out of bed fairly depressed that my mistress still had not come for me. I felt the fool for believing that she ever would. A girl that beautiful could have any man she could ever want. I highly doubted that she would chose to spend her time with a loser like me. These packages are probably pity gifts or a cruel joke. Rather upset, I took off my outfit and stormed off to work. When I came home I was somewhat surprised somewhat aggravated to see yet another package waiting for me at the door. I wondered what it could be since it was so small! I took it inside and opened it up. Ignoring whatever was inside the box I just went straight to the note which was yet another copy of the previous notes: “Put it all on in order, and be ready for your mistress.” I rolled my eyes and tossed the pretty pink note into the pile I had collected making a mental note to throw them away, and that I wouldn’t be played with by this girl anymore. I had almost completely forgotten to retrieve the items from the box in my frustration. I took the box upstairs and sat on my bed and glanced inside. The first thing to catch my eye was a pink leather collar that said “Leana’s Pet” in girly glittery writing on a plate in the front and a little locking buckle in the back. I smiled at the collar knowing even if this was a joke to her, at least she had spent some money on this and it was a cute toy to have. I was about to throw the box away when I heard something still inside the box jingle. I glanced inside again and realized that there was a small pink padlock in the box with a set of keys. I pulled them out and checked the lock to see that it was made of a thick metal, and much like the chain on the leotard, painted to match the pink of everything else I received. I also noticed a flat plastic thing that only said “front of panties” on it in pink sharpie. I grabbed the collar and decided to try it on. As I went to wrap the collar around my neck, something scratched the back of my neck. Puzzled I looked at the collar and saw a little piece of paper with an arrow indicating the inside of the collar and the word “Chain” written on it. As I realized what it meant, I felt the same race of excitement that I felt when I first met Leana. I quickly showered and went to the bathroom determined to get an early start this evening I pulled on the pink panties and remembered the plastic thing. I looked closely at the panties and noticed a very thin slit in between the two layers of silk in the front and slid it in there. Then came the numerous pink tights (I was becoming quite the expert at this), the pink gloves and the leotard.

Stories I looked at the collar and knew that once I put the chain through and locked it, I would be completely trapped in this incredible outfit! My mistress came up with the perfect pink prison. I would be able to go out in this outfit with clothes over it. It might be weird wearing another pair of gloves, but for the most part, I was going to be seriously trapped in my pink torture prison! (Well, at least until tomorrow morning when I’ll use the keys to take it off and shower). My heart was pounding in my ears with excitement as I picked up the collar and slide the chain through it and then closed the back. I grabbed the cute little pink lock which I suddenly notice that is heart shaped and fumble with it for a second before I find the small metal ring that it slips through. I close my eyes and the fantasy of being truly trapped raced before my eyes. I felt like I was going to Orgasm just standing there thinking of it, but had to take deep breathes as I still had all night to go. Closing my eyes, I give in and finally close the lock savoring the soft click sound it makes as it announces my imprisonment and enslavement to another. I put the keys on my desk, and went to bed.

Stories came more often and had gone from one second to five to ten to thirty to a full minute. I hadn’t masturbated since this whole escapade started and my crotch already felt like it was going to explode! I quickly made my way to my desk and grabbed the keys and started fumbling with the lock at the back of the collar. I finally managed to get the key into the hole in the lock and twisted only to find that the Key wouldn’t move!! I took it out and tried the other one but I knew they were copies of each other. I tried again and again before I finally realized that my clever mistress sent me FAKE KEYS to get me to fall into her trap! I immediately started tugging on the chain but it was attached to my neck! I tugged on the collar but it was far too strong to be broken by human hands. I tugged at the leotard and couldn’t get it off. This one stupid lock kept me completely and totally the way I was! I really was trapped in this prison1 I couldn’t remove my panties without taking off my tights, and my tights wouldn’t come off unless the leotard came off, and the leotard was now locked

.I spent the entire night having dreams of servitude and what a pet life would be. I had dreams of waking up every morning wearing something cute and sexy to bed and going to my closet which would be FULL of various cute and sexy outfits that my mistress would want me in(All of them included tights and dresses and only the most feminine of clothing.). I would wear whatever she wanted me to and act however she wanted me to. Whenever I dressed like a ballerina, I would walk and carry myself with the grace of a ballerina. Whenever I was dressed like a school girl, I would act 17, giggle and be ditzy but studious. Sometimes I would dress as a professional work woman and be very professional and do work for my mistress. Other days were a cleaning French maid that had a heavy accent or a cheerleader with a high spirit and low IQ. Whatever the dress was, I acted the part, I could only guess due to some kind of hypnosis. I awoke the next morning so completely content. I felt so loved and so kept. I felt like I really was a pet in the care of a beautiful mistress, and yet, my mistress was STILL not here. The first thing to leave my mouth that morning was a sigh as reality crashed down upon me. I laid in bed and savored the memories of my dreams before getting up and going downstairs to make some breakfast. My waffles were almost done when suddenly it hit me. I felt a slight vibrating coming from my crotch. At first I thought it was just my imagination, or my poor penis twitching, but a few seconds later it hit again, a little more intense and a little longer. I got a little panicked as I started making my way upstairs. Before I was upstairs it hit again, longer and more intense. I felt my crotch while it was happening, and felt the flat piece of plastic in my panties VIBRATING!! I felt my knees go weak as the surges

onto my neck! I couldn’t even take the gloves off because those damn steel wires kept me from rolling the sleeves up, or pull the gloves off! I had no idea what I was going to do. Leana hadn’t answered any of my E-mails or messages for such a long time, and I was such a fool I never got her contact information! The vibrating continued on and on and on as I desperately tried to think through the building haze of hormones. I was so turned on I was on the point of sheer madness. I tried to rub my penis but between the gloves, leotard, tights and now a plastic shield designed to keep me in this state of pure sexual HELL I couldn’t do anything! I lay there on the bed, my legs squeezed together tightly hearing only

Stories my moans and the soft steady bzz bzz bzz of the vibrator panel torturing me when suddenly I heard something else. I thought I was just hallucinating but then I heard it again. Someone was at my door ringing my doorbell! The only thing I could think of was that Leana FINALLY came! And she brought the keys with her! I was about to run downstairs when I grabbed my PJ pants and a bathrobe just in case it wasn’t her. I ripped open the door and almost died when I saw a UPS guy standing there. At first he didn’t give me a second glance until he noticed my pretty pink hands as I took the package and signed for it. He gave me a quizzical look which I answered with my door slamming shit. Once inside alone with the steady bzz bzz sound piercing the silence and my sanity like a knife I angrily tore into the letter. I couldn’t believe it when I saw ANOTHER pink perfumed letter. I opened the letter and something fell out. I glanced ad it and it looked like a bus ticket...going out to the middle of the country.. where all those packages had come from! I looked at the letter: “If you wore everything and waited for me then I know your just dying to come to me my pet. See you soon my little pink pet! I hope you can last the entire bus ride! Love Your Mistress, Leana.” I glanced at the ticket and noticed that the bus left in 45 minutes. That gave me just enough time to throw some pants and a jacket on over this outfit and maybe find some gloves and head to the bus station! I didn’t think I’d need to pack anything anyways... The End

Stories The plan -Chapter 1 by sandybelldf and gargamuza2006

ohn Brisbaine was a low budget detective. His main jobs were spying infidel husbands, hired by their jealous wives.

He was just about to finish one of his last jobs in which he had done a research for the wife of an important stock broker; she suspected that her husband was a regular participant of sexual orgies. “Who’s there?” – He heard by the entry phone to a quite young female voice. “John Brisbaine.” He said “Come in.” said the voice on the other side The door of the fastuous mansion was opened and a woman in her thirties, older than what her voice made him guess, but with a very peculiar beauty. Until then the contact with her was by phone or by e-mail and the down payment had been done by electronic transfer so he hadn’t any chance to meet her in person.

(for now) “Wow” John said to himself, “how would this guy go look for other women if the one he has at his own bed is so hot.” In any case he has a serious problem, because he had to tell his client he had failed in his job. “How can you come here to tell me such thing?” Said the woman, skeptical. “For what did I hire you? If you are totally useless.” “Lady, I made my job with all the professionalism I’m used to do. I can show you hours and hours of shooting records of your husband and also of his

friend and partner at different times of different days of the week and I never could find anything that made me suspect they participated in any orgy.” “However I’m pretty sure he does. I’m a woman and I have female intuition. I have the feeling, in his glance, in his attitude. He doesn’t look at me like he did when he was my boyfriend.” “With all the respect you deserve, lady, and forgive me if I commit some excess, I believe your husband doesn’t need at all to look outside home what he already has inside, that is pretty good according with my humble and sincere opinion.” “Don’t be so smart with me,” said the woman without even blush, “do you believe you’ll weaken me with your cheap flattery?” “It wasn’t my intention, lady. But I see this conversation has come to an end and I just come to ask for the rest of the payment, as we had already agreed.” “Are you out of your mind? How the hell do you expect that I pay if you didn’t even complete your job?” “The fact that I didn’t obtain the results you were looking for doesn’t imply that I hadn’t worked. And I must insist on getting my retribution for that. In fact it’s written in the contract you accepted when you transferred the first payment.” “You’re a damned rat. But you know what? I’ll pay you. Yes, I’ll pay you your dirty money. But as in the contract isn’t specified the method of payment I will pay in kind. Wait here.” The woman closed the door and left him waiting for fifteen or twenty minutes. Then she came back. Next to her there was a big box completely wrapped

Stories in the usual printed paper of international couriers. Over the box there was a smaller package wrapped in gift paper. “You know? I spent a lot of money purchasing these articles, I was about to use all of this to punish my husband and his buddy once I found them redhanded cheating on me behind my back. However this wasn’t possible and now I won’t be able to take off my husband fortune in a trial, so I have no more money to spend in you. then I’ll pay you with all this stuff that won’t serve me for anything. Within the boxes you’ll find the invoices of all the stuff, which you’ll find out, are worth a lot more than the money

I owe you. So I hope you can take advantage of all of this.” And without saying anything else she dragged the box with difficulty through the door that closed afterwards. John remained looking at the big box and the small package over it. What could they have stored that was so valuable? In any case it was that or nothing so he tried to raise them. But the big box was too heavy so to lift it and he wasn’t a strong man. So he dragged it to the trunk of his van and having opened the back door he could push them

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upwards by the slope.

the park.”

punish them afterwards?

When he arrived home, tired for having dragged the boxes all along the large corridors of the old building he lived in, he went to the fridge for a cold beer and let himself fall on his shabby sofa. Next to him, a small wooden table with a leg missed, and over it a huge stack of letters claiming for his debts, some of them he didn’t even remember having contracted.

But there was also the small package. It was much lighter, what could it have stored for having given it with the big box? He opened it and got disappointed when he saw they were just a couple of chocolate cookies boxes. Even though he liked sweet things a little too much and it was tea time, he was confused about she giving away them with the bondage gear.

It was almost six o’clock and he hadn’t lunch yet so he was quite hungry. He opened one of the cases and took a look at the cookies. They looked very tasty. “Well, let’s try one. What harm could do to me besides increasing my glucose level?” After eating it and savoring its fabulous taste he thought, “They are really good, perhaps they cost more than what I had thought. I’ll have to ask her where she had got them.”

He took a look to the big box he had left next to the front door. “Let’s see if I can get something for what this woman had left me.” He went for scissors and opened the big box first. After breaking the

multiple wrappings it had he could see its content. It was an assorted set of bondage and SM gear. Chains, shackles, handcuffs, whips, gags, corsets, hoods. Metal and leather of excellent quality, No wonder it was so heavy. And also in a smaller box inside the bigger he found several woman’s erotic lingerie articles, everything very sophisticated and of big sizes. He smiled when he found out what the box had. “This woman was planning quite some punishment for her hubby. I wouldn’t like to be her husband, not even her lover.” Nevertheless he didn’t think he could get a great amount of money for its content. “What a payment, if I keep on like this soon I will end living at

The women had a great shape and she surely took care of her body to keep it fit, so it wasn’t so bad to get rid of those sweets but what had it to do with the rest of the stuff? Why did the cookies serve to punish her husband? Were they poisoned? Hardly, the cases were perfectly sealed and nobody could have violated the warrant seals. Besides they didn’t value more than a few bucks. At first view they hadn’t anything strangers, besides they were of a brand unknown for him, “GB Cookies”.

Just at that moment the phone rang. He answered. “Hello, who’s there?” And then he took both hands to his mouth with terror.

He turned the case to see the bottom of it and saw a warning label saying “WARNING!” in big sized font and highlighted, followed by several lines with a smallest font size that read, “Eating a cookie your voice will become girly for a day.” “Eating two cookies you’ll become a luscious woman for a day.” “Eating three cookies...” He didn’t continue reading and thought for himself, “What nonsense! How would I believe such a stupidity?” That woman looked too smart so to believe in such an idiot joke. Would she really believe she could transform her husband and his friend in gorgeous women so to submit them to bondage and

FUNNIES

fter a long night of making love, this guy rolls over, looks and notices a framed picture of another man on the nightstand by the bed. Naturally, the guy begins to worry: “Is this your husband?” he inquires nervously. “No, silly.” she replies, snuggling up to him. “Your boyfriend then?” he asks. “No, not at all,” she whispers, nibbling away at his ear. “Is it your dad or your brother?” he asks, hoping to be reassured. “No, no, no!!!” she says. “Well who is he then?” demands the bewildered guy. Calmly the girl replies, “That’s me before the surgery.”

crossdresser and a rugby player sat next to each other on an aircraft. After takeoff a flight attendant asked them what they would like to drink before their meal. “I’ll have a scotch and soda”, said the crossdresser. “No way”, said the rugby player, “I need to stay fit and would rather wear a dress than drink alcohol !” “That’s fine sir”, responded the flight attendant, at which the crossdresser exclaimed, “I’d like to change my order please !”

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hy did the crossdresser cross the road ? To see how the other side felt.

crossdresser went to the races wearing a very large and unattractive floral hat. As he stood in the enclosure he realised that a man was staring at him. “May I help you ?”, asked the crossdresser in a rather

annoyed tone. “No”, said the man, “people like you should not be allowed in here.” The crossdresser was furious and called on a steward to expel the man for prejudice against heterosexual transgendered people. “No, no”, protested the man, “I was objecting to your hat !”

ow do you tell a cross dresser from a transsexual? The transsexual is the one in comfortable shoes.

(This last one is a true fact I know for experience)

ou know you have a problem when:

Good: Your husband’s exercising and dieting. Bad: So he’ll fit in your clothes. Worse: He knows how to coordinate better. Good: Your husband understands fashion. Bad: He’s a crossdresser. Worse: He looks better than you. Good: Your husband helps you on the housework Bad: She likes to dress as a french maid to do so Worse: All your friends ask you if he can help they too Good: Your husband likes to share happy moments with you Bad: He also likes to share your lingerie with you Worse: He has prettier dresses than you

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