I apologise to all my readers for treating my heroine so badly. I didn’t think that the method of feminisation was any worse than others on the website, but I must have written a character who is real enough to feel sorry for. I promise to be kinder to the cast of my stories in future.
Here is the Happy Ending!
Chapter 4

The Queen's Gala

The day of the gala had finally arrived, and I could feel the excitement buzzing in the air. This was not just any event; it was the moment I would be formally introduced to the world's leaders. My heart raced at the thought of meeting such a diverse assembly of beings—humans, Elves, Drow, dwarves, orcs, and fairies—all gathered to witness my emergence as the Queen of the Seas. Despite my anticipation, a wave of nervousness washed over me, reminding me of the enormity of the evening ahead.

But the Priest wears a Dress!

Is this fair - when they (mostly) spout bible verses at us who WANT to wear a dress.

This is an Alys-500 for anyone to amend, borrow, extend

Chapter 3

I settled back into a routine. Every two weeks, I took the extra day to get together with Fraser. I had almost forgotten being abducted and forced into this life. To be honest, it didn’t matter to me how I became Jacquie, as I was enjoying my work. I was very good for the house, as all of my winnings were for the house, and I won a lot.

Chapter 2

When we stopped outside the front door, a uniformed man came out and opened the car door for me. I exited, as I had been instructed, without flashing my panties, and stood waiting for Silvester to escort me inside. The driver opened the boot, and he started pulling my bags out.

Silvester took my arm and led me inside. There was a reception hall, with stairs in front of me, and a door either side. On had a sign ‘Bunnies’ over it, while the other had ‘The Warren Restaurant’. I was led upstairs and along a corridor. He opened a door.

The Prisoner - I am not a letter

In the LGBTQIA2..DEFXYZ alphabet where am I ? If I B T R U 1 2 [translation If I be T, are You one Too?]

Can I be Sub-group Y – Why Not?

You have to be of a certain vintage to remember Patrick McGoohan in the 17 episodes of The Prisoner around 1967.

The Last Greek Class

Ancient Greek… an unusual subject nowadays, and even unusual back then… it was compulsory, along with Latin for the “Honours” class up to Inter Certificate (Intercert), and optional thereafter for Leaving Certificate (Leavingcert). And I took the option, even though I wasn’t that good with languages; it was reputed to be an “easy honour” and I needed this to get the state grant to help with college. We were to be the last Greek Class in our School as Greek teachers were becoming hard to find.

It is time for Mantra and Gabriel to leave the world of the super volcano, but they are going into time and space accompanied by three of the most dangerous entities in the universe. All Mantra can do for the time being is to keep her fingers crossed and hope.

A Grumpy Old Man’s Tale 61 The Green Dragon in the Green Dragon

The BEE’s, Bearthwaite Educational Establishment, approach to discipline was an even deeper mystery to outsiders, for poor behaviour was virtually unheard of in a BEE class. The ‘We just leave discipline to pissed off mums, other than that we just make it up as we go, because the kids know very well how they are supposed to behave,’ approach didn’t really seem to be a viable discipline model to outsiders, but it was all that there seemed to be. As far as any could tell there wasn’t even a set of acceptable behaviour protocols or guidelines or an effective chain of command either.

Chapter 8

When I did arrive back at the school, my room was spic and span, and everyone was happy to see me. Of course, I was way behind with the gossip and the activities. While I had been away there had been a complete intake of first year students, and the older ones had left. There were a lot of cards on my bed, all from girls who had visited the sites, with many of them expressing their gratitude with my involvement with them.

Once I felt normal again, I climbed out of the water and went to lunch, still feeling mentally drained from the overexertion of my mana. I settled into my usual seat beside Gwen, who greeted me with a warm smile.

Soon after, we were joined by two other noble girls—Winter and Fawn. I couldn't help but notice how their names perfectly matched the types of magic they wielded. Winter had an air of frostiness, and I could sense her affinity for ice magic. At the same time, Fawn exuded a natural warmth and vibrancy, suggesting a connection to nature or earth magic.

It’s that time of month ...

Can I guess what sort of story you're now expecting? Don't be silly.

Pretty makes me Happy.

One more of my 'starter' stories with just 500-words-of-text.

Do we need the other versions of the title – Sleazy, Dopey, Sleepy, Fearful, Nasty & Dick or whatever they might be.

It’s kind of tricky to say EXACTLY what I want. Let’s start with some facts. I’m NOT a dwarf. I’m nearly 6 foot tall, middle-weight, middle-this, middle-that. I feel that I’m relatively normal but that doesn’t mean a lot these days.

November 16, Early Evening.

It had been three weeks since the debacle at the Paediatric hospital. As expected, that story ran for as long as the media outlets could justify it. There were so many pictures of me in tears floating around the official channels and even more online.

When I realized most people weren't treating my behavior as something awful, I was eventually able to stop worrying so much about it.