Sasha is the only woman at the largely all-male business conference, the same conference leaving Michael without a single moment to himself for personal gratification all week. Worse yet, it's feminine feet that drive his fantasies and stimulate him; and not even Sasha, who all the male attendees swarm around, has revealed one glimpse of more than just a pointed toe in her high heels peeking from the hem of her slacks...until tonight.

Dress like a girl to join an elite society? A master’s degree student wants to join an exclusive and elite secret society where the members network and become huge successes financially. The only problem is that he has to pay his dues first. Can he do it? Membership requirements: A good person, unbiased, non-judgmental, with no homophobic or gender-slandering tendencies. An understanding of the importance of balancing masculine and feminine energies. Dedicated to helping other members. Able to keep secrets.

Sam was just another lazy kid - no direction in life, hanging out at his parents’ house, no girlfriend, listless. His parents gave him choices: move out and work the only kind of job he was ready for, a minimum-wage job, or join the service, or go to a girls’ finishing school. Sam becomes Samantha and goes off to school - a school where the girls are taught how to take care of a man and be the ideal wife.

Greg is straight but makes easy money offering his services to gay men online. He's inexpensive but has a few ground rules: never reveal his real name, never invite a client home, and never, ever, ever agree to more than three appointments with anyone. Ever.

Go to Paris, you'll find love! I’m Jillian Moore. My entire life, I wanted to follow in my parents’ footsteps and find true, long-lasting love, but unfortunately, it hasn’t happened in the five years I’ve lived here. You’d think in a city with two million people, I’d have crossed paths with the perfect man. Huh! Who am I kidding? However, things changed when I least expected it. I was literally knocked on my ass, but it wasn’t by the sexy man with the gorgeous caramel eyes. No, I’ve been knocked over by a pint-sized, strawberry blonde.