Ann Michelle's World: March 2012

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Surrender

You Can Borrow My Stories FREE At Amazon

Amazon lets you borrow my stories for free if you are in their prime program. Please take advantage of this. Here’s my page: Ann Michelle on Amazon. Also, if you don’t have a Kindle reader, you can download one free from Amazon here: (LINK).

Here are the stories I’ve posted so far at Amazon:

Loren had no idea what he was getting into when his agent suggested he write transvestite fiction. Nor did he realize how eagerly his wife Stephanie would embrace the idea of feminizing her husband. How far would they go?

Here it is: Amazon on Kindle.

Corporate hotshot Andrew Boden is about to learn the price of treating the women of the office like sex objects. Watch as his secretary Katherine robs Andrew of his power, his freedom, and his mansculinity by drawing him further and further into an inescapable web of femininity.

Here it is: Amazon on Kindle.

When Sam’s mother discovered the perfect way to keep her son out of trouble, she unknowingly put him at the mercy of his worst enemy. . . his vengeful sister Diane. Now Diane has plans to make sure he never escapes. Can Sam find a way to save himself or will his summer in heels become a lifetime sentence?

Here it is: Amazon on Kindle.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

New Friends

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My First Confession

One of the things I want to do on this blog is confess the things I’ve done and the fantasies I’ve had. I’m not sure why, except maybe it’s all part of understanding this strange little hobby of mine? Who knows, maybe I’ll finally figure me out?

My crossdressing actually began with a fascination with high heels. This began when I was six. I remember playing in the living room of our house when my mother came home from work. It was the 1970s and she wore a pair of wedge-heeled sandals with red straps and tannish synthetic-rubber heels (kind of like the ones in the picture, but not really). She sat down on the couch and put her feet up on the coffeetable, with her legs crossed at the ankle. Suddenly, I just started staring at her shoes. For reasons I could not explain then and cannot explain to this day, I wanted to touch those shoes so badly. I had no thoughts about wearing them or doing anything sexual to them, I just wanted to touch them, to feel them in my hands. Later that night, I snuck into her closet and held them. I even tried them on, but they were too big for me and the moment passed. That was the beginning and I vividly remember that moment to this very day.

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