“Patricia Jenkins said you weren’t my mummy, an’ she said you were just daddy’s bit of hot stuff.”

This is the story of Penny. A closet Transwoman thrust into the outside world 24-7 when she would rather go and hide away. Perhaps the title should be Welcome to Penny’s Paranoid World…

Leah was having a blast watching me change outfits, which made me enjoy doing it, It never felt like she was making fun of me or something like that, it was more like a bonding brother and sister thing for me, so I kept showing her how all fitted me. We were having a fun time.

“Dani, you really can pull off that androgynous look” Leah said at some point, “I work in fashion and I can tell you that it’s one of the most popular trends right now”.

“Really?” I asked amused.

It’s just wonderful! I had no idea!

I’m 24 and I’ve never worn anything but ordinary boring bloke clothes. Until today.

An AP-500 story.

Sydney Moya

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Synopsis

Interpol working with a multinational taskforce of Anti-Organised crime agencies is closing in on Mario Di Michele and his ‘Ndrangheta crime family, His father, uncles and his three brothers and two sisters have been arrested or killed. He is a wanted man in North America, Europe and Latin America. There seems to be only one way to evade capture or certain death and it is by being true to his nature.

My entry in the double dip contest.

"My God. A criminal. She’s a damn criminal! What am I, a magnet for psychos?"

T'aa Onasi knows everything that is going to happen as she finds herself on the way to Tython.

However, she just got switched with the real owner of this body, and wonders how she is going to cope. Can she change things? Will she be fighting against a fate that she does not want and how far will she be forced to follow the script? Not at all, a little, or the entire script?

This follows the SWTOR story line up the planet Taris.

T'aa Onasi knows everything that is going to happen as she finds herself on the way to Tython.

However, she just got forced to switch with the real owner of this body, and wonders how she is going to cope. Can she change things? Will she be fighting against a fate that she does not want and how far will she be forced to follow the script? Not at all, a little, or the entire script?

What on earth …… Who are You?

Is YOUR God the same as mine? If he delivers babies damaged physically, or mentally, why not genderly? [if that's the right word!]

Melissa spends a nice, quiet, uneventful day, shopping with her aunt. At least, that was the plan, but with a codename like Mischief, when do things ever go as planned?

http://whateleyacademy.net/index.php

Take your Daughter to Work Day

There’s many a story with this theme. But none with a parent like mine.

An AP-500 story

A Second Chance

By Dawn Natelle

Here is the September installment of A Second Chance. There will be several more appearing monthly. First day of high school next month: Dawn

"Look what I’ve found!"

Finders Keepers, Suitcase Peepers.

Another AP-500 story

Authors note:

part 1 got several ninja edits after I posted it. These are as follows:

1. John's starting skill is 4, not 6
2. Becca threatened to horsewhip Paul herself. She didn't mention her father.
3. When Paul tried to grab the broom, it zapped him not John.

And now part 2

Time on My Hands
Chapter 36: 330-343 CE: The Founding of Ramzab

Bjorn stood to speak. “We here at Olvishaugen have Raben Corvo and the clan he founded, Clan Corvo, to thank for our prosperity. We have grown greatly in population and land because of their assistance. My grandfather recognized our relationship with the Clan Corvo by declaring us the Clan Ravn. He was right but too stubborn to fully admit the truth. Yes we are the Clan Ravn, but more importantly, every one of us is also a member of the Clan Corvo. The reality and truth is that we are not two different Clans, but one single clan! Henceforth we shall be know as the Clan Corvo. Raben and Fiach Corvo are the Clan Corvo leaders and thus OUR leaders!

Those of the Clan Corvo cheered, obviously supporting the changes.

Michelle
Chapter 3

I jumped up and down and said . “I was right.” over and over. She grabbed me by the arm and demanded to know what I meant.

“I just knew in my heart that out of those baggy dreary clothes you were a Hottie. Tina you are beautiful no matter what you have on. You just need to show it.” I hugged her tight and kissed literally on the lips. She started to tear up and I pulled a tissue from my pocket and dabbed at her eyes. Do Not Cry! You will ruin your makeup and I haven't learned how to put it on yet.”

How do you keep your secret identity secret?

"They're just NOT like me - not at all !"

How can boys and girls be so different? And I know which one I am! They're a different species! But they're really NOT like me at all!!

An AP-500 story.

After the cat problem was resolved, life settled down to what Fiddler's Vale considered to be normal. For Jarg, that meant he either worked on the forges with Vansel supervising him, on the big saws with Vansel's brother Argen watching as he cut trees into logs and then split the logs into usable pieces with a large axe, or hauling food or other items to folks that lived in the area around the town for various reasons.

The days passed by with slow and steady regularity, then like an ill wind blasting through, everything changed in a few brief moments.

Author's note: Things gets more weird. It's going to take a few more chapters before the big reveal.

After a short bike ride I arrived at an empty lot in between two houses. The GPS said that this is the right spot mentioned in the letter. I entered the empty lot overgrown with weeds and got to the exact indicated spot. There were no barriers or fences here. There was nothing much to protect anyway.