Wednesday, 23 January 2019

FFG Transgender Ilustrated Fantasy Fiction Magazines

If you would like to read my original stories, illustrated with breathtaking colour photos and artwork, you can still download the original classic FFG Transgender magazines:  http://www.tgfiction.co.uk/


               






And there are many more FFG Transgender Fiction magazines available to download, for your reading pleasure.

Check out our website:  http://www.tgfiction.co.uk

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How Stephen became Stephanie

If you enjoy my transgender fantasy caption art and stories, you will certainly love my book of classic transgender fantasy stories, available from Amazon:

How Stephen became Stephanie and other Transgender Tales
Click cover above for Kindle version



Reviews on Amazon

This book is a collection of beautifully written stories exploring transgender themes. Here you can read the fictional accounts of 'boy meets girl and boy wants to become girl and find true happiness and fulfilment. Then sheer pleasure as you are transported to the primeval forests of thirteen hundred years ago in 'The Lady of the Lake'. Then hold onto your seats, just try 'Virtual Reality Woman' which takes you to another dimension. All the stories are set in a variety of situations and the descriptions give real focus and depth. I would recommend this amazing book to anyone trans, also partners, wives or friends who would enjoy these stories.

A very nice variety of stories. The writer has a very human view on gender transition and the cover picture is fascinating. Loved everything in that book.

I have bought this book for my 17 year old son who recently told me that he was a transgender and has hidden it until now. This book looks great and I hope he finds comfort with it. I love Transgender people, they are normal just like me and I have a lot of respect for them. This book looks very good. :)

Interesting reading

Husband to Housewife


Husband to housewife

A true story.

My wife Belinda has a very high-powered job on the trading floor in the City of London.  She dresses for work in beautifully tailored, very expensive power suits – usually a pant suit but sometimes a skirt suit.  She pays £500 for designer high heels and £480 to have her light brown long bob cut and styled regularly at a top London hairdresser near her office building.  She can afford it.  Belinda is paid a lot of money but works very long hours.  She is on the trading floor before 7:00 am most mornings, and often needs to go out and socialise with clients until late in the evening.  Her clients are billionaires and require a personal service in the handling of their very large share portfolios.
As a primary school teacher, I naturally get paid far less, and with all the government interference in state schools my job was becoming increasingly stressful and less rewarding.  So I guess it was logical that when we had children, I would give up my job, which by that time I loathed, and stay at home to look after the children.

When George and Samantha were babies it was okay, although I did find it embarrassing to go to the mother and baby groups with the young mothers.  When the children got to school age, I began to hate being the only man standing at the school gate waiting for the children to come out.  The expressions of the mothers who I caught staring at me, but who looked away when I met their gaze, ranged from mild puzzlement to open hostility and even disgust.  It was so humiliating.  I didn’t feel like a ‘real man’ any more.

I discussed my problems with Belinda, and she listened sympathetically, but the idea that I could go back to teaching and she would give up her extremely lucrative profession was unthinkable – we simply couldn’t manage without her very generous salary, as we had a huge mortgage on our house in St John’s Wood.

My wife didn’t come up with any practical solutions but suggested that I was run down and maybe vitamin pills would help.  She said she’d get some for me.

It was after taking the pills for about six months that I started to notice the changes.  My breasts seem to be getting enlarged and my nipples were feeling tender, and the distribution of my body fat seemed to be altering. My hips were widening, and I was putting on weight on my thighs.  My wife at first assured me that it was probably just lack of exercise.  I didn’t do much physically beyond ALL the housework, cleaning, doing the shopping and walking twice every day to the school gate.  (Actually, that sounds like quite a lot of exercise and hard work, as many stay-at-home mothers still know.)  She suggested maybe I should take up jogging on join a local gym.  I had no enthusiasm to do either.
Belinda could see how unhappy I was.  Finally, she announced: “I am going to suggest something that might sound silly, but will you give it a try for me?  Let’s call it a sort of experiment.”  She went upstairs and brought down a package tied up in pink wrapping paper and a pink bow. “I want you to go upstairs and put on what’s in the package and also the clothes I have laid out on the bed for you.  I went shopping up Oxford Street in my lunch break.”

I took the package and went upstairs to our bedroom.  On the bed were laid out a black mini skirt and a cream silk blouse, and a pair of sheer black tights.  I opened the package. Inside I found a pair of black lacy panties and a matching bra. I looked and looked at the female clothing in astonishment.  What on earth was Belinda playing at?  I sat on the bed and burst into tears. 

Belinda came into the bedroom, sat down next to me, putting her arm round my shoulders. 
“Come on, love, this is just something I want you to try.  Let me help you.”  I undressed and Belinda helped me into the bra and did it up at the back for me.  My new breasts seemed to fit snugly into the bra cups.  I slid the silk panties up my legs and rolled on the tights, after my wife had explained how to do it, then stepped into the mini skirt, put on the blouse, and she helped me do up the buttons, as my fingers felt clumsy.  Belinda sprayed some of her Dior scent behind my ears, then went to the wardrobe and produced a pair of Jimmy Choo black high-heeled court shoes.

“Sit down on the dressing table stool, love,” coaxed my wife, tapping the fluffy faux fur top of the stool with her hand.  She combed back my hair, which had grown quite long, as I hadn’t had time to get it cut for quite a while. She put it into a pony tail with a black elastic scrunchie. “I’m going to make up your face,” she said.  She explained what she was doing, applying foundation, eye makeup to my lids, and outlining my eyes with a black pencil.  “This is called kohl, it’s an eyeliner,” she said. She applied mascara to my lashes and lipstick in a shade of lustrous red to my lips and completed my makeup with a touch of blusher to my cheeks. Then she removed the scrunchie and brushed out my blonde hair, which had grown to near shoulder-length.

“Slip on the shoes,” she said. I put on the black stiletto court shoes.  It felt very strange, wearing high heels.  Belinda opened the wardrobe door, which had a full length mirror on the inside. “Have a look,” she said. I stood in front of the mirror, and saw an attractive blonde woman looking back at me.



“What have you done to me?”  I felt tears again brimming in my eyes.  I wasn’t sure whether it was from shame, humiliation – or a strange emotion I couldn’t clearly identify.  Was I a bit turned on and at the same time almost grateful for what my wife had done to me?  How could that be? I was a man, wasn’t I?

“What do you think of yourself, dressed like this?  You make a very pretty girl!”

I didn’t know how to respond. I felt confused but also strangely  - excited? I was reluctant to admit it to myself, as if I had crossed some forbidden barrier that should not, ever, be opened to those born into the male sex.

“Stay like it for now, love.  Come downstairs and let’s watch something on Netflix.”  I found it quite hard to go down the stairs in high heels, but managed it somehow without falling headlong. 

I sat down on the sofa and looked down at my nylon-clad legs in the mini skirt. 

“Can I do your nails?” Belinda asked.  Before I could reply, she produced some red nail varnish from her handbag, took my hand, and proceeded to paint my nails.

We watched a science fiction film, then went up to bed.  On the bed there was a baby-doll nightie of burgundy silk. “That’s for you tonight,” she said.  “Will you put it on for me?”

We had the best sex that night for a long time. Gentle, passionate. We both orgasmed repeatedly. 

The next morning was Saturday.  We took the children for a sleepover at grandma’s. Belinda announced: “We’re going shopping.  Will you wear again the mini skirt and blouse?”
I’ll look ridiculous. Everyone will know I’m a man.”
“I don’t think so – you pass very well as a woman.  No-one will think anything other than that you are a very attractive woman.”

“I don’t know - ”
“Try it, for me.”

So off we went to Covent Garden, where we had a coffee in one of the up-market coffee shops.  “To give you confidence,” Belinda explained. Then we hit Oxford Street and the stores.  Belinda helped choose skirts, dresses, shoes, lacy underwear, including even a silky suspender belt and sheer stockings; more nighties, coats, handbags – a complete female wardrobe - for me.  I even went in the ladies’ changing rooms to try on some of the clothing for size. The shop assistant who gave me a token for the number of items I was trying on did not give me a second look.

After our shopping, we went for a drink and something to eat in Blame Gloria, a swanky basement cocktail bar. Belinda looked across the table at me, as we drank Porn Star martinis.

“Would you like to stay like this forever – be my girl?” 
I didn’t reply. 

I gulped down a lump of the ice and used the straw to suck up a big slug of my drink, feeling immediately the heady hit of the vanilla-infused Eristoff vodka and passion fruit liqueur.

When the children came back from grandma’s on Sunday, I was still fully dressed as a woman.  Belinda brought me into the living room.  George and Samantha stared at me in amazement. 

“This is your new Pa,” my wife explained – “she’s no longer called Alan.  Her name is Alice now, but she is still your father, and you can still call her Pa – or Alice, if you prefer.  She is going to be a woman from now on.”

That’s news to me, I thought.

It is amazing how accepting children of nine and seven can be.  It is amazing how accepting I was.
“Okay,” said George.

“No problem,” said Samantha, with all the maturity of a confident nine year old.  “We know all about transgender people. There’s a trans boy in my class, who always come to school dressed as a girl. Her name is Kylie. She has long hair and plays with me and the other girls on the playground. “

“Can we go and play on the X-Box now?” asked George.
The kids hurried off into the study to play on the X-Box.

“I don’t remember saying I was agreeing to be a woman from now on,” I said.
“I love you more than ever as a woman,” replied my Belinda. “Give it a go for me, love. There’s some advantages, you know.  For one thing it will be much easier for you, standing with the other women at the school gate, for example. And it will be much easier for me to have a wife to take care of things at home, as I work such long hours.”

Well reader, you have probably guessed the rest. Belinda took me to Marbella to have facial feminisation surgery.  Dr. Luis Capital and Dr. Daniel Simon performed the feminine brow sculpturing, lip lift, and liposuction under my jaw, while a German plastic surgeon whose name I forget carried out my nose job. The nurses at the Marbella clinic were wonderful, and I was also looked after by Lilia Koss, a very friendly and supportive American lady who worked as English-speaking liaison for the Facial Team.  Lilia was married to a Spanish guy. They lived in a little Andalusian village a few miles from Marbella.

After the FFS there was no turning back. I continued with the female hormones (I had already guessed they weren’t ‘vitamins’).  My wife urged me to complete my feminisation.  She persuaded me to visit our GP, who referred me to the NHS Gender Identity Service at Charing Cross Hospital.  

I arrived at the first meeting fully dressed as a woman (I had been living full time as a woman for over nine months), so it was no surprise that I was diagnosed as having gender dysphoria. They assumed I would continue with the female hormone treatment, prescribing Estradiol – 4 mg a day – which was free on the NHS, although we could have afforded to pay for it privately of course.  

It was understood that there was no doubt that I would proceed to full sex reassignment surgery.  I didn’t seem to have much say in it - I just went along with it all. I concluded that as my wife had been able to feminise me so easily, I really must have gender dysphoria, although it's not a term I care for much. I must have wanted to change my gender, deep down.  The subconscious is a funny thing.  Sometimes we don’t even recognise our own deepest yearnings.  Had I always wanted to be a girl?  Did the fact that my mother had sometimes dressed me up in my sister’s clothes have anything to do with it or was I born this way?  Who knows? 



So, I accepted my fate.  I went down to the private Nuffield Health Hospital in Brighton, and stayed there for ten days, to have the sex reassignment (or gender reassignment – or ‘gender confirmation’) surgery.  (I never know whether it is correct to call it SRS or GRS or ‘Gender Confirmation Surgery’, as they seem to prefer in the U.S.)  The surgeon was one of the top U.K. consultants for sex change surgery – Mr. Thomas.  He was very kind, as were the nurses.  Of course I had to wear a catheter for the first five day after the surgery, then the day came for the plaster bandage to be removed. 

“There we are dear,” announced the nurse, ‘you’re a girl!”  The nurse was called Tracey, a pretty, slightly over-weight, brunette girl who had been caring for sex reassignment cases for several years. The catheter was removed and I peed for the first time sitting down.  “That’s the way you will always be peeing in future!” announced Tracey, with something akin to glee.

Belinda and the children stayed in a hotel nearby and came to visit every day. Unusually in view of her high-powered job, my wife had taken time off to be with me while I was undergoing the surgery.
I was naturally a bit sore ‘down below’ for several weeks, but it was surprising how fast things heeled up and looked ‘normal’ down there.  After three months, you really wouldn’t have been able to tell my new vagina from any other woman’s.

Belinda delighted in seeing me in my panties and bra when I was getting dressed, particularly how femininely smooth and flat my crotch looked now, and how well my boobs had come on, although she still urged me to have implants to make my chest a bit bigger. Eventually I gave in and now can easily fill a D-cup.

Well dear reader, that’s the end of this part of my story.  

I am not sure why you are reading this, which is all true, and as it happened. Perhaps you are a poor male who wishes it could happen to him?  Even without a beautiful wife like Belinda to feminise you completely, it can still happen to you if you really want it enough.  

Do you? 

© 2019 Amber Goth & Kate Lesley

(Some of my readers may be wondering - did this really happen?  Yes, it did.  Most of it, and particularly the details of the facial feminisation surgery, sex change surgery, female hormone treatment - I have personal experience of - it really happened to me.)

If you enjoyed this story, you will certainly love my book of classic transgender fantasy stories, available from Amazon:


How Stephen became Stephanie and other Transgender Tales
Click cover above for Kindle version





Reviews on Amazon


best trans fiction ever 
This book is a collection of beautifully written stories exploring transgender themes. Here you can read the fictional accounts of 'boy meets girl and boy wants to become girl and find true happiness and fulfilment. Then sheer pleasure as you are transported to the primeval forests of thirteen hundred years ago in 'The Lady of the Lake'. Then hold onto your seats, just try 'Virtual Reality Woman' which takes you to another dimension. All the stories are set in a variety of situations and the descriptions give real focus and depth. I would recommend this amazing book to anyone trans, also partners, wives or friends who would enjoy these stories.

A very nice variety of stories. The writer has a very human view on gender transition and the cover picture is fascinating. Loved everything in that book.

I have bought this book for my 17 year old son who recently told me that he was a transgender and has hidden it until now. This book looks great and I hope he finds comfort with it. I love Transgender people, they are normal just like me and I have a lot of respect for them. This book looks very good. :)

Interesting reading

If you would like to read these original stories, illustrated with breathtaking colour photos and artwork, you can download the original classic FFG Transgender magazines:  http://www.tgfiction.co.uk/










Sunday, 20 January 2019

Jack to Jacqui



"I am so happy I feminised my husband completely. Jack was a macho bully as a man, but Jacqui is a lovely woman who does whatever I say, and there can be no going back to her old self, after all the female hormones, dieting, facial feminisation surgery and sex reassignment surgery.  No-one would imagine she used to be a New York Giants quarterback!"

Jacqui is entered for the Feminised Husbands Pageant 2019 - will she win it and go on a world tour as the beautiful woman she has become?

Yes folks, Amber Goth is finally back in 2019 with a new Transgender Photo Caption! 

Friday, 12 April 2013

How Stephen became Stephanie and other transgender tales on sale now from Amazon - Reviews



Reviews on Amazon:

 This book is a collection of beautifully written stories exploring transgender themes. Here you can read the fictional accounts of 'boy meets girl and boy wants to become girl and find true happiness and fulfillment. Then sheer pleasure as you are transported to the primeval forests of thirteen hundred years ago in 'The Lady of the Lake'. Then hold onto your seats, just try 'Virtual Reality Woman' which takes you to another dimension. All the stories are set in a variety of situations and the descriptions give real focus and depth. I would recommend this amazing book to anyone trans, also partners, wives or friends who would enjoy these stories. - Rose-Marie 


This was pleasant reading from start to finish. This particular story (How Stephen became Stephanie) was very interesting. About 10 other stories of varying length also.

- Dawn Vanore 


Enjoyed almost all of the 12 tales; easy read at times hard to put down. You cannot go wrong if you're interested in m/f transgender stories.  

- Edward Benda

 All the collected transgender fiction short stories of Kate Lesley (a.k.a. Amber Goth) are available from Amazon websites.  Click on the links below or search for 'How Stephen became Stephannie and other transgender tales'.
 


 
It is also available from the Amazon sites in France, Germany, Spain and Italy.  Just do a search on the Amazon website for your country for
'How Stephen became Stephannie and other transgender tales' by Kate Lesley or use the links below:


Germany from  Amazon.de
France from Amazon.fr
Spain from Amazon.es
Italy from Amazon.it


Monday, 11 July 2011

How Stephen became Stephanie and other transgender tales out now in paperback and Kindle eBook format from Amazon



How Stephen became Stephanie and other transgender tales is now available in the UK in both paperback and Kindle eBook from Amazon.co.uk  and in the U.S from Amazon.com: Kindle eBook U.S. version and paperback U.S. version.

Also available in:

Germany from  Amazon.de
France from Amazon.fr
Spain from Amazon.es
Italy from Amazon.it

This is ALL of Kate Lesley's classic transgender short stories, which first appeared in serialized form in FFG's transgender fiction magazines, Tales of Crossdressing, Tales of Sissy School, Tales of the Maid and Forced Femme and Girlhood.

The magazine serialisations, some with full colour pictures, are available from http://www.tgfiction.co.uk/ (digital version) and (original printed magazines), .

The book features eleven classic stories on themes of male to female transgenderism - tales of forced feminization, sex change, sissy schools, maid training, petticoat punishment, cross-dressing and transvestism.

'I was Aunt Mary's Sissy' - An eccentric aunt who dislikes boys takes her nephew in hand, and soon has the niece she desires....

'I Turned my Husband into a Girl ' - Classic tale from the point of view of the wife, who is sure that things will work out better for both of them if John is turned into Joanne.....many surprises, and a breathtaking ending.

‘A Walk on the Wild Side’ – Experience a taste of transgender real-life – eavesdrop on the conversation of two transvestites on the streets of Manchester’s Gay Village in the 1990s.

'The Lady of the Lake' - Dark Ages fantasy inspired by the 'Iron John' story, a fairy tale first set down by the Brothers Grimm. Explores the theme of recovering lost parts of ourselves.

'How Stephen became Stephanie' - Stephen's landlady conspires with his personnel manager at work to change him into a supermarket check-out girl and part-time maid.

'New Girl on the Ward' - Nicholas has always had a 'thing' about nurses - but he never dreams that one day he will be wearing that blue uniform himself. The story of a young man's transformation into a female nurse.

'Mother's New Daughter' - A mother begins her plan to feminise her son and change him into the daughter she has always wanted.

'Virtual Reality Woman' - By the early years of the new Millennium there is an unemployed male underclass. The feminist Dr. Hannah Klonek, suggests a solution - to make boys much more like girls. A young male postgraduate is invited to wear the prototype Total Virtual Reality suit and try out the program. And so Andy becomes Laura. A surprise awaits Laura when she discovers what has been done to her real body....

Jackie and Melanie Take Charge - Kevin can’t believe his luck when two attractive, sophisticated women pick him up and take him back to their hotel room in Bangkok. But Kevin has fallen into a complicated web of intrigue woven by two formidable female academics. Their research takes on a practical turn when they inveigle Kevin into dressing as a girl, and slowly Kevin is transformed completely into an attractive blonde.

School for Sissies – Fran├žois is left fatherless and his mother Lydia is appointed to a teaching job at a girls’ preparatory school. Having already taken pleasure in dressing her son as a girl while he was a toddler, she decides he is to be enrolled at the school as a girl. Francoise settles into the life of a girl, and spends five happy years at St. Saviours. When Francoise is eleven years old, her mother begins to think about how Francoise’s education as a girl can be continued.

Lydia resolves to start her own private high school for girls, with the financial backing of wealthy friends. Lydia’s ‘special’ educational methods of corset training, sissification and petticoat punishment are introduced. Boys who resist sissification are put into tight corsets and undergo complete petticoat punishment. The new 'girls' are started on ‘vitamin’ pills which are in fact female hormones. At the age of 14 or 15, a regimen of extra female hormones and anti-androgen tablets is added. By the time they are in the Sixth Form; most Stage Four transitioning girls are practically indistinguishable from their genetically female friends. What happens at Stage Five? - Well, you will need to read the story to find out...

Deborah's Decision - Deborah has to choose between a rich and successful businessman and a rather feminine Australian boy whom she meets at work. When she has a night out at a nightclub in London, Deborah encounters a beautiful young woman who turns out to be Tim, the young Australian. Who will Deborah choose – the rich businessman or the Australian girly-boy?

Friday, 3 June 2011

Feminise your husband video

Well girls, another of my YouTube videos has now been banned by YouTube, apparently because it showed bare boobs.  How terrible!  I think what they are really about is censoring members of the transgender community's rights to express themselves freely.

I thought it was in the best possible taste (ahem!), and obviously not intended to be taken too seriously...
There must be arses on YouTube who do nothing except get other people's videos banned.  Apparently it takes only one complaint.  Why do they go onto sites like mine if they know they are likely to be offended? What intolerant, bigotted, small-minded bastards.  I am fighting for freedom of speech, freedom of expression, and freedom for artists and creative people to do what they like.  If you agree with me, please follow me on Twitter:

ambergoth on Twitter

Anyway, see what you think of the video - please DO comment and give me some support for my work, because I am feeling a little discouraged.  Here it is:


Sunday, 22 May 2011

My Completety Feminised Husbands video was banned today by YouTube!

My 'Completely Feminised Husbands' video that I posted back in March on YouTube had nearly 30,000 views, nearly all of them favourable, but it got banned today by YouTube.

You can still view it on this site among my blogs for March: http://amber-goth.blogspot.com/2011/03/completely-feminised-husbands-video.html

Please check it out and write a comment.  I didn't think it was that 'strong'?  Okay, a bit naughty, and yes, there are a couple of bare boobies and one or two muff shots in panties, but I don't show a full view of the 'down-belows'  Am I a wicked girl?  Should I be punished?  Or was it just one prude who complained to YouTube about it?  Why do they go on to a site which deals with transgenderism if they are gonna be shocked?

And we got a parking ticket last week for being 8 minutes late getting back to our car - a jobsworth creep of a parking attendant who should have been emasculated at birth.

Definitely not been my week!