Hi Everyone,
I just finished up my first photobook, which is a 97-page look back at some of my “best of” Sandra photos from ’03 till ’13, plus five pages of text on the early years of the website. If you’re a member of the paysite you’ve probably seen most of these pics already but there’s something really special about seeing them on a printed page instead of a computer screen.
So now I’m doing a little contest to give away a signed copy of the new book, and I’m trying to get a hundred comments here on this post. Scroll down below for more details.
Here are the rules:
One of my goals for the new years is to make a 30-page Trannies In Trouble magazine, including some material submitted by fans of the website and members of my Fetlife and Yahoo Groups. So I’m asking you to write an exciting caption for your favorite bondage photo (mine or anyone’s), or a few lines, or even a mini-story (a few paragraphs at most), and post it in the comments section below. Or you can even add a link to your own artwork. (If I use your art you’ll have to sign a release form and supply a copy of your photo ID.)
You can write or post whatever you’d like, dealing of course with bondage. It can be sexy, dark, playful, intense, femdom or sissy themed, humiliating, involving robbery or kidnapping – basically whatever turns you on. Basically anything that gets written up here or posted I’ll consider for re-use in a magazine, so by posting here you’re implicitly stating that you’re okay with your words being used in print. Don’t worry, no one’s real name will ever be mentioned.
So once I get a hundred comments here (that’s the goal!), I’ll select my favorites and then randomly choose a winner, whom I’ll email to get your address. So to get those hundred comments I’m going to need your help or else this blog post will just sit here empty ;-)
I can only send the book to the United States, Canada, and some parts of Europe. Maybe someone in the UK can let me know what the laws are like for mailing racey stuff, as I don’t want you to get busted if you live there (although the book itself is all non-explicit).
And if you’d prefer to just buy the PDF version (only $4.95) or contact me about the print version there’s a page here with more details.
I look forward to seeing what everyone comes up with…Thanks and have fun! ~Sandra
And here’s a few more pics from the book:
You always been an inspiration for many crossdressers practicing bondage and submission. I am really glad to see your journey and some of these pics remind me some stages of my life facing these two interests. I am definitely getting this book and let’s go for the volume 2!
Lidia said it best and i agree 100 %
thanks for your writings
Well, My dear, that’s the end of the roll. Oh, don’t worry, Sandra; I brought two rolls of My own! I’ll have you all wrapped up into a nice, tight, and shiny parcel before you know it! Now, fingers together like a good girl for Me……
When your live your life with two spirits that share one body. There comes a time when you just have to let yourself free to be caught being who you were always meant to be.
“That’s a wrap!” the director shouted.
“Yes, it is indeed.” Her teeth gleamed in the camera lights as she grinned evilly at my immobilized form, a malevolent Cheshire Cat contemplating its helpless prey. “But ~we’re~ only just beginning.”
Hello Sandra
Here is my story, fitting a photo of you tightly tiedup and ballgagged:
Master told Sandra to encourage him and his male friends – a gang of 7 drunken knights.
She used all of her dirty & naughty sissy posing tricks to make them hot for her.
Unfortunately they had run out of beer, so they decided to go to the pub.
Master left Sandra all alone,securely bound and gagged with a rubber ballgag. He told her that if she was a nice gurl for the rest of the evening, she would be allowed to do 7 blowjobs on her sissy knees when they all would be back around midnight.
Left all alone, afraid, humiliated and uncomfortable in her strict bondage position, she visionalized her coming ordeal.
Ashamed she felt that her sissy body betrayed her when she slowly became terribly lusty down there, imagining her being forced to do 7 wonderful horny male cocks,,,
Hope tbe book can be sent to Denmark (if I win).
Otherwiise I would like to buy it…
Yours Dizzy Miss Sizzy
I must confess my favorites are with you wearing a catsuit. You have such a great figure and the best legs on the web.
What is it exactly about Bondage that excites us? Is it that dark, foreboding aspect which makes it TABOO? I would agree with this. We, as human beings in general, are attracted to that which denotes the darker side of our own psyche. But for many of us who choose to explore our own feminine side, (crossdresser, etc.) we also have the tendency to explore things which are often considered by society, unconventional, and of course, TABOO.
I should be clear, not all crossdresser and/or transgender are into bondage. You either ARE or are NOT – and that’s Ok.
I believe what we find most attractive about Bondage, is the “Damsel in Distress” connotation which is so rightfully attached to it. There is nothing more appealing and feminine as the sight of a scantily clad female bound, and most likely gagged. The method by which she is bound, of course, can vary greatly, depending on the situation or scenario. But in any case, all situations where Bondage is involved, implies illicit activities ranging anywhere from kidnapping to rape.
All of these scenarios play to the darker sides of our psyches. No woman alive really wants to be raped. However, bondage allows for a safe place where such fantasies can be explored.
Any questions?
I have loved your photo shoots so I make an appointment with you for an evening session. Miss Sandra orders me to be clean of hair before I arrive so I try as best as I can. As I walk in the door you tell me to strip for inspection and fail!! My ass feels your crop as I move to the bathroom. My body is covered in cream and I get into the shower. It burns and tingles. As I shower off so does all of my hair from neck down. Then to the makeup table where Miss does perfect make up. The clothes began to come on just after you glue my breast forms on. That wasn’t planned. As I finish dressing in pink all over the door opens and another Mistress enters! Oh crap…..
Adding to the count, Beautiful! Hope the book is a huge success.
“Look, I’m fine with these chains and all that, but am I still getting a complimentary breakfast?”
Miki grinned wickedly as she surveyed her prey. “You are so pretty all helpless.” she purred as she ran a hand from Sandra’s bound ankles up past her bound knees, across her hip to rest lightly on her bound chest. Sandra could only moan, being gagged and all, as a wonderful mixture of dread and excitement ran through her as she wondered what was next.
MIss you baby. . .
Miki
Well, this isn’t going exactly as I planned thought Sandra as Jewell had her firmly bound and gagged and strapped tightly to the post in the basement. But wait a minute, I forgot that bondage is all about control and I no longer have any! I can’t even tell her what I want or would like. Hmm.
Just then Jewell strolled over to her bound victim massaging slowly her breasts, bound arms and then her mini-skirted hips and then slowly fondled Sandra’s crotch.
“Hmm, looks like someone is starting to have a good time, and it proves that you are such a slut! Here, let me show you a little surprise I have for you.”
Jewell reached into her oversized shoulder bag and withdrew an large black evil looking dildo. It was very realistic looking and way too large for Sandra to even contemplate where it might end up.
“Now open wide slut gyrl” Jewell said as she removed the penis gag from Sandra’s drooling mouth. Jewell gently dried Sandra’s lips and then with a cheerful grin brought the huge dildo to Sanda’s face and said: “Since you enjoy dressing like a sexy bimbo, it’ s only right that you should be able to sexually perform like one. Now open wide and keep mistress happy.” She slid the large black penis shaped dildo slowly into Sandra’s mouth as Sandra’s eyes grew enormously wide with surprise and fright.
“Now be a good slut and get it all sloppy and wet, and see if you can deep throat it too. We have lots of time to practice. Just make sure you get it nice and moist all the way to it’s base, as you’re going to need that moisture for where it’s going.”
30 minutes later Jewell threw on a very feminine trench coat over her leather corset, panties and stockings. Her long black shoulder length latex gloves just barely poked out of her sleeves. She looked very normal with the coat on. Sandra however did not.
Sandra was now bent over and tightly tied to a hassock on the plush carpeted living room floor upstairs. Her miniskirt had been pulled up to her waist and her panties pulled down only to be pulled up tightly again and wedged deeply in her buttock cleft to hold in the black monstrous dildo that she had been sucking on for the last half hour. Jewell make sure the penis gag was in good and tight and then showed Sandra the black rubber hood as it was going on the poor gyrl’s head. With some effort, the back zipper on the hood was closed slowly and the hood was smoothed over the contours of poor Sandra’s face. Only two small nose holes were the only opening in the jet black shiny hood.
“Wait…is that gum?”
From my mid teens my deep passion for bondage has been centered around expressing the woman that was tied up inside a male body. Finding myself securely bound allowed that woman to surface.
Sandra and I first met in 2005 and ultimately doing three fabulous photo shoots together. But my most memorable experience was a bondage session during a play party where she expertly tied me up. The sensations I felt standing there completely immobilized were overwhelming and made my cry.
It has been wonderful watching Sandra evolve and grow in practicing bondage, the artful expression of tying an appealing body in artistic bondage that is as pleasing to the eye as it is effective in rendering the ‘victim’ sensually helpless.
Although I no longer need to express my femininity through bondage, I am in the very final stages of transition and live full time as a woman, I still love bondage and being artistically bound. Bondage is now an important part of my general submissive disposition. I only wish I would have more opportunity to explore bondage with a trustworthy and caring partner.
I know Sandra’s book reflecting on 10 years of hard work producing perhaps the finest transgender art on the internet will be a great success and I wish Sandra all the very best.
With fond admiration,
Beverly
You’ve been an idol and inspiration and now diving into the literary area. You’re awesome.
Kathy looked down on her tightly bound beauty with a smug satisfaction. Sandra was always the one tying Kathy up, but not today. Sandra and Kathy had been invited to meet 2 businessmen in their hotel suite, to discuss a project that would make Sandra a global cross dressing bondage icon. The financial rewards were incalculable, global recognition meant many new projects were possible. Kathy decided that for once, she was going to take advantage of Sandra, so as they were dressing for their meeting, Kathy began to get playful with Sandra. Well, one thing led to another, and Kathy had convinced Sandra that she could tie her up quickly for a little fun before they left. Kathy’s sadistic smile told Sandra something was wrong, but it was too late now. Sandra was bound so tightly she was unable to move, and as Kathy told her about her wicked plan Sandra began to struggle mightily. Kathy snickered softly as she explained that Sandra was going on a trip to Thailand, where she would be removed from her male parts and fashioned with a tight little vagina. Implants for her butt and boobs, as well as a regiment of hormones, would complete Sandra’s transition from cross dresser to full women. She would spend the rest of her life as a bondage model in the tiny towns of Thailand. She would never be heard from again. Kathy now turned her attention to dressing herself for the meeting. A tightly fitting over the bust black corset with matching thigh high stockings and a pair of 5.5″ stiletto heels, black of course, made Kathy giddy with delight. However, choosing a dress was proving to be difficult, she was unable to decide. Finally, she chose to wear a black wrap around raincoat, tied at the waist. The anticipation of the upcoming meeting was making her slightly wet. Kathy donned some very red lipstick, made up her eyes, and finally some provocative perfume and made her way to the businessmen’s suite. The men asked were Sandra was, and Kathy apologized for her absence, stating that Sandra had informed her that she was leaving the country for an undetermined length of time. Seizing the moment, Kathy made a pitch for herself. She would be available at any time and willing to do anything, if they would consider her for the role. Although they seemed disappointed that Sandra was’t there, she felt they were looking her over closely and considering her for the job. Upon seeing her opportunity, Kathy leapt into action. As she made her way across the room, she inquired as to the dinner plans for the evening. Upon reaching the coat closet, Kathy popped open her raincoat to fully display her feminine figure wearing only the corset, thigh highs, and her high heels of course. Her ample breasts, fully formed behind, and narrow waist, cut an incredibly sexy silhouette, as the 2 men stared at her in both wonder and disbelief. Kathy announced that maybe dinner would wait until later. She approached both men and could see they were still reeling from the mere sight of her, a soft smile seemed to calm them a bit. Kathy asked if there was anything she could do for them, smiling coyly now, as she reached up to loosen one of their neck ties. These might come in handy later, Kathy proclaimed, don’t you think?
“MMPHH mmhpph phhhmmmph mmmph frmmmfh!” she exclaimed while hogtied and gagged in the bathtub. “What did she say?” the first robber asked? “I don’t know. What am I , a mind reader?” asked the second.
The two robbers continued to search Sandra’s house as she lie in the bathtub, frustrated with her predicament. She kept trying to get their attention.Trying to alert them about the casserole in the oven. It had been in there for 3 hours and was certainly burnt. Sandra worried the oven would start smoking.
The first robber dropped a whole tray of silverware on the floor. The clanging noise got Sandra’s attention as she tried to scream louder. The second robber stepped in the bathroom for a couple seconds and grabbed Sandra’s decorative towels.
“We’ll be out of here in a few minutes, miss,” he said. “MMPH mhprewhikhrwei ffrrmms,” she cried. “Ahh yes, and an MMPH mhprewhikhrwei ffrrmms to you too,” he said, taking a bow before walking out and shutting the door.
“We almost done here,” the first robber asked. “Let’s go over the bedroom once more,” the second replied. Both men went into the bathroom. Sandra heard the two pulling the dresser drawers out. Then she heard the smoke alarm going off.
“MMNNPH FRMMMPHHH!,” she exclaimed. Both robbers looked and saw that the kitchen was starting to fill up with smoke. “Let’s get out of here,” the first robber said.
Both men bolted out the door, leaving Sandra behind. “Aren’t we forgetting something,” the first robber asked. The second paused for a moment. “Probably!”
Hi there
I’m always following this blog, but never partecipate before. I definitive love this kind of initiative, so below my story.
Enjoy! :)
Delilah and Mr.X met outside the hotel room and opened the door after being sure nobody had seen them.
Inside Sandra was waiting for them, agitated but with everything ready. She was seated on the big bed, with a black long sleeve shirt, short skirt and white pantyhose.
When she saw them, she stood up immediately and said “Ok, suitcase is here, take it and go”
Delilah took the suitcase but said in response “Wait! That is too easy. What will you say to your boss?”
“I’ll say that someone entered my room while I was away and took the suitcase, simple as that”
“No” said Mr. X “he will suspect something. Better to do this in another way” and he opened a bag he had with him.
Different coils of ropes and rolls of duct tape felt down on the bed.
“And what do you want to do exactly?” asked Sandra.
Delilah grabbed her by the arms and pushed her on the bed.
“Ehi!” Sandra complained “But what’s on your mind???”
“Be quiet, girl” said Delilah, while Mr.X began to tie her ankles “Nothing to worry about: we will tied up, gag and blindfold you. When they find you, we will be far. You can tell your boss that someone overpowered you while you were coming back to you room and that you didn’t see their face. Credible story”
“Ok, ok, but not so tied!” Sandra complained again while Mr.X continued to tie her legs.
“This must be credible and real, darling. Sorry for that” the man said.
Then he ordered to Delilah “Make her stand up. I’ll tie her arms”
Sandra was lifted and Mr.X tied her torso, hands behind. After some minute, she was completely helpless, with tons of ropes, from ankle to neck.
“Now gag her” Delilah said. Mr.X put something inside Sandra mouth and wrap her head with many loops of duct tape. When he was satisfied, he use the tape to blindfold her and finally Delilah pushed the woman on the bed.
Sandra emitted some muffle sound of protest for being tossed on the bed.
“Good, let’s leave now” said Delilah.
“Just a second” Mr.X said “I was though… I was though: can we be sure Sandra will not talk?”
Sandra tried to say something, but nobody cared about her mmmpphh sounds.
“What’s you mean?” Delilah said.
“I mean that in case something goes wrong, Sandra could always go to her boss and said something like Ehi, I know these guys, they assaulted me and steal the suitcase after tying me up. And save her ass this way”
Sandra tried to scream and to get free, but without tangible results.
“What’s your suggestion?” asked Delilah.
Mr.X smiled and took something from the bag “My suggestion is to get rid of every witness” he said.
“Agree” said Delilah, before watching a squirming Sandra, arm crossed “Sorry dear, it’s business”
But Mr.X grabbed Delilah from behind and put a rag of chloroform over her face.
“Get rid of EVERY WITNESS” he said while Delilah passed away for the drug.
Delilah slowly got conscious again, woke up by a squirming Sandra. Mr.X had tied them together, face to face, their body strictly connected by many ropes, feet tied to the end of the bed and necks tied to head.
Delilah was also gagged, but not blindfolded and she took some seconds to realize the whole situation, while the face of the gagged and blindfolded Sandra was squirming near her face.
She tried to said something, but it was of no use.
“Hi there” said Mr. X with a roll of duct tape in his hand “Sorry for that, but as you’ve already said, it’s business”
He blindfold her with the tape, making loops and loops around her head and he checked that all the ropes were strictly tied and secure.
“To divide by two is better than by three. Do not divide at all it is better than divide by two. Don’t you think?”
The man took a pair of pantyhose and put one of the leg over the head of Sandra e the other leg over the head of Delilah.
“Yes, like two siamese twin. Do you like it?” he laughed seeing the woman bodies moving furiously, but with no avail.
“Ladies, I’m running out of time. I have to finish this. And I presume that finishing means I have to finish you”
He took two plastic bags and he unfolded them slowly.
“But before that, I want something from you two”
The man remove their shoes and put them in the bag “I like them, I have a fetish for used high-heels and I think you don’t mind I take these. Because very soon, you will not need them anymore”
She bagged the head of the two furious, but helpless woman and sealed them with the tape.
“Enjoy your last minutes of life” he said leaving the room and abandoned the Sandra and Delilah to their fate.
Hello Sandra love your work. My Caption would be the one if you Handcuffed and shackled to the chair
I can picture you and someone waiting to be escorted to a secret Bondage playhouse where your being screened for a process if you qualify for the screening your are gagged and hooded and being forced escorted by two shady characters. To a secret playroom where you will tied up and gagged most of the time maybe being sold to slavery or whatever happens maybe to the highest bidder. Poor Sandra all we would hear is Mmpphhff and Moans
Hey Sandra, just doing what I can to contribute!
A few captions based on your pictures when I’m in humiliatrix mode:
http://tranniesintrouble.com/members/photos/sandra/wthal/white_sparkle_dress/san_whte_sprkle_dress_14_jpg.html
‘Sissy faggots never need to be told to assume the position’
http://tranniesintrouble.com/members/photos/sandra/wgwlker/red_skirt_rngflsh/san_redskrt_gw_13_jpg.html
‘Just last week, this used to be your man cave where you served beers to your friends, but tonight, after they found you dressed like a sissy slut, you were going to serve them another way…’
http://tranniesintrouble.com/members/photos/sandra/wdk/white_lingerie_bathtub/san_whtelngerie_bathtub_53_jpg.html
‘No matter how much you wash, you can never wash the sissy stink off you’
And here’s a mini-story based off my punk outfit
‘I don’t believe it worked!’ Ashley breezed past security into the dank club, swishing her fishnet clad legs, while desperately pulling down her mini-skirt as it rode up, with each and every step. They never let single guys in here, of course Ashley wasn’t a single guy tonight…she was a slutty, punk rock girl! At least that’s what her outfit screamed. A pink, plaid jacket, completed the look, nicked from her older sister’s closet when she was going through a regretable Avril Lavigne phase.
Ashley squeezed through the crowd, unconcerned of prying eyes and rough hands drifting past her legs, enthralled by the music. Soon, she couldn’t move any closer to the stage, the throng of people too thick before her. She swayed back and forth lost in the music when suddenly she felt something tugging on her skirt from behind. She moved her right hand to swat it away, only to find her arm pinned behind her. The music swelled as a song came to a climax, causing the crowd to surge towards the stage. Now Ashley couldn’t even turn around. And the tugging persisted. Frustrated, she managed to squeeze her left arm behind her only to feel a hand grab it.
‘What the fuck!?’ Plastic zip ties soon circled her arms and clasped shut. Both arms were now firmly bound behind her. Hands slowly crept up her fishnet legs, slipping underneath her skirt. Panic quickly set in, Ashley had taken her sister’s clothes to sneak into the concert, not to get sexually assaulted! If this person found out what was in her pink satin panties, she was done for! Too late, his hand had found her secret. A body pushed up against her back and hot breathe flowed into her ear.
‘I knew it…you’re a sissy little fag, come out to get fucked’ Ashley wanted to scream, but could only shake her head. ‘So you didn’t dress like a slut tonight hoping to get fucked by every guy in here?’ The crowd was still too tight and the music still too loud. She couldn’t move, no one could hear her. Tears started to flow down her eyes, but worse yet, this pervert’s hand had not stopped caressing her package and it was starting to respond!
‘You like that don’t you? Being bound and jerked off in public? Does that turn you on? I know it does, I can feel it faggot!’ And he was right, Ashley’s bulge strained in her tight pink panties begging to be released. But the band on stage abruptly changed tempo and the crowd swell from before abated. Seeing her chance, Ashley pushed her rapist away and ran. Unfortunately, running in heels with your arms tied behind you is easier said then done. She quickly lost her balance and stumbled to the ground, dazed. She heard voices above her. It was security! Ashley had never been so glad for security! But who were they talking to?
‘Do you know this young woman, sir?’
‘Yes, she’s our friend, unfortunately she had a bit too much to drink. We’re going to take her home now.’
No! Ashley had no idea who this guy was and wait, did he say ‘we’? Suddenly a damp rag was shoved in her face and everything started to get dark. The last thing Ashley heard before passing out, was the man above saying, ‘Don’t worry, we’re going to take real good care of her’.
It had seemed a simple idea when he’d suggested it – let him tie her up with the contents of the bag. It was the sort of bag a sleeping bag would be stored in, and it didn’t seem to have much in it when she looked inside; a roll of electrical tape, a couple of scarves, a few short pieces of rope.
Now here she was, the scarves packed into her mouth and held there by what seemed like half the tape, while the rest of the tape covered her hands making unfastening knots impossible. Not that there were any knots anywhere near her hands as she struggled against the ropes.
“I’ll give you five minutes to escape” he said as he pulled the nylon bag over her head and closed the drawstring around her neck. “If you can’t get free, then we’ll start making things interesting.”
Kathy’s plan had been working out fabulously. The international exposure was beginning to reap benefits. Demands on Kathy’s time were increasing daily, everything was moving along quite well, until a knock came at Kathy’s door. Excitedly she answered the door, hoping that some new deal had just been secured. However that was not the case, standing outside her hotel room door was a somewhat tall and quite beautiful woman. She smiled warmly at Kathy and at this point she could only say, can I help you. The woman continued to smile and responded, why yes you can Kathy dear. Totally bewildered now this stranger entered the room carrying only a small suitcase. At this point she blurted out, I’m Sandra Gibbons. The last time I saw you, you were tying me up and shipping me off to Thailand, for sex reassignment surgery. Well honey, I’m back now and you are in more trouble than you can imagine. Sandra pounced on Kathy like a large predatory cat, quickly binding her wrists behind her back, then tying her feet together, to eliminate any attempt to run away. Sandra then stuffed Kathy’s mouth with a pair of her own panties and quickly added several loops of duct tape around her head and over her mouth to keep her newly acquired bound beauty very quiet. Several more ropes were added to Kathy’s body until she was completely and helplessly bound. Sandra now took her time surveying this helpless woman, who was now struggling at her feet to get free from the ropes that held her so tightly. Kathy stopped struggling briefly and began to study Sandra a little more closely. She could see that Sandra was now modeling a great set of tits and a very nicely shaped butt. Kathy was totally terrified now as Sandra told her the story of her plight in Thailand. She was removed from her male parts, just as Kathy had told her she would be, and given a hormone regiment for more than a year. The cross dresser, that was Sandra Gibbons, was now standing over her, and she was a beautiful woman. Her long flowing hair, slim figure was still quite shapely, but most impressive was her stunningly attractive facial features. Sandra was now sadistically admiring the bound and gagged woman laying on the floor in front of her. Kathy’s plan to replace Sandra had worked to perfection, until she returned. And now it was Kathy that was going to be sent off to Thailand, to become a local bondage model. Even as Kathy writhed around to get free, Sandra was making a phone call. Hello, and yes the package has been properly secured, please pick it up tonight and see to it that it is on the plane for delivery to Bangkok tomorrow. Kathy was furious with herself for allowing Sandra to return to take back all that she had built and accomplished in the year and a half that Sandra had been gone. Thinking that Sandra had been surgically altered, and was now a stunningly attractive woman, and that would make her weak was Kathy’s fatal mistake. It had not made her weak at all, but instead made her quite strong. Sandra had learned how to use her femininity effectively, and she was here now to introduce Kathy to the horrors of life in Thailand, as well as reclaim her life and the advances that Kathy had worked so hard to attain. Sandra was giddy with excitement at the prospect of resurfacing and enjoying her new found monetary success. But she was also very satisfied with her plans to get even with Kathy, and the misery that was in store for her to come. Sandra freshened up a little bit, touching up her makeup, applying more lipstick, and even a little more perfume, just before smiling one more time at the bound package before her. Bye Bye Kathy, do hope you enjoy your time out of the country, and thank you for everything that you have left me.
Thanks, Everyone, for posting! Although we never came close to a hundred comments I do really appreciate everyone who took the time to add a comment, and I especially enjoyed the sexy stories :-) I’m just going to wrap this up and I’ll post again once I’m able to contact the winner and verify a mailing address…Thanks! ~Sandra
Hi Sandra
Love all your photos but finances (medical bills) preclude me joining any pay groups or (sob :_() purchase photos or vids.
Keep up the good work.
Hugs and giggles
hiliary (a t-girl, slavrgirl)
No problem, Hiliary, I know how it is when things are tight. Hope you’re recovering okay…Glad you enjoy my photos :-) Thanks for posting!
Hi Everyone…I just wanted to post an update here that Denis637 was the winner in the book contest, for his very dark short story. I chose six of the stories here and then used random dot org to select the winner, although to be honest I had to run it three times to get an address where it was safe to receive the book. Angel was also one of the winners but we decided that with the strict postal laws in the UK it would be safer for her to just download the PDF version…I wish I had print copies to send to everyone! If anyone has any other stories they’d like to submit for a future magazine feel free to post again or email me directly – my email is on the Trannies In Trouble website. I’ll be posting again for more submission later in the year…Thanks again for participating! :-)