I looked around me, people were pointing at me and I could definitely hear ‘who the hell is that kid?’ from behind me and then I stifled another nervous giggle when I heard a high pitched voice say, ‘Daddy, why can’t I sit in the dugout like that boy?’
There's no playgrounds or malls for the local kids to play at so we are forced to create our own entertainment. The boys were wont to playing practical jokes like the one Mary Susan's older brothers played on her. The one that got them a rather unique punishment.
Its no good, I have to admit it. I have been torturing myself for ages now. I wake up at night in a cold sweat. I'm sure that others have admitted to themselves and I admire them for doing so.
Seventeen-year old Matthew Thwaites is trapped snooping in his father’s study when his father returns home unexpectedly with two strange men. He hides under the desk, and is horrified to witness his father gunned down just inches away from him. Given an opportunity to flee, he does so, but finds himself framed for his father’s murder by a corrupt policeman.
Alone and powerless, he hides out at a busy airport, but his appearance is such that he is mistaken for a girl. Given an idea, he makes the most of this, and goes whole hog into the deception, becoming Monique, his French ‘cousin’. He manages to find an ally in an officer investigating corruption amongst police officers, and together they try to piece together the puzzle.
Monique is then pitched into an international roller-coaster ride involving terrorists, corrupt police and double agents. No one is what they seem, particularly Monique. She is twice the person that Matthew ever was, and given the chance, she decides to take over, but everything seems against her.
Michael Cohen's dream was to protect and serve as a police officer.... That job didn't satisfy him until one day, when people without names came to visit. He wanted to make a difference, but he didn't expect it to make a difference to him, too...
Last year, about September, I was sent to the Emergency Rom {A&E} because I had mowed the lawn while wearing shorts, not my usual sweat pants. I set up a staph infection that demanded attention. The doctor drained my leg and removed dead tissue, then after a week, set me home.
The Home Care Nurses then came by to tend the leg. They'd change the wrappings and make sure that the leg was healing. Soon after, I was put on a wound vac pump to collect the drainage from the one draining wound.
Maiden by Decree got a bit delayed because Phoebe (my muse) decided this new story was the one to play with. On Wings of Shadow is about dark fairies, transformations, and things like that. I will be alternating between this new one and Maiden, though. As the muse allows.
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Some people think their Magic Number will win the lottery. Harry knew that his magic number was 59 1/2, the age when Harry retired and Hallie became real.
Okay, for a short while (hopefully less than a week) my internet woes are back. I shall endeavour to get things going as fast as possible. In the meantime, I will go ahead now and say that Violet Ajah 2 and 3 both will be posted by next Friday, with a possibility of more of that... and some other stuff (Sk8r Grrls, Dear Diary, Actress, Carlotti's Way, Sticks & Stones, Girlwind, and maybe a couple of other surprises).
"Terry, you did great. Once you enroll in the Brooke Institute and get your formal training as a woman and they give you the hypnotic classes, you will be a natural woman. Just relax sweetie".
Well who would have thought I'd still be churning out this stuff more than eighteen months later? I know I write the stuff, Bonzi has a problem hitting the keys on a laptop - but I have little control over the characters, they just do what they do and I watch and write it down. This goes to prove that I'm totally bonkers, I suppose, nothing new there then.
Hi everyone. I'm at work today and a little while ago a nurses aide came up to me and told me that a patient that she was moving a short time before had seen me and had thought that I was a girl. I love it. I guess that Growing my hair out and getting my ears pierced is starting to payoff.
Don't worry! I shall endeavour to get it posted before I sleep tonight, despite the fact that I'm moving yet again today! If it's not up tonight, it'll be up by noon tomorrow (Central U.S. time)
Today I got sent home early by my boss at work 'cause I'm sick. I had to call in Tuesday night for the same reason. Since it started, I've seemed to run the gamut of symptoms from stomach trouble to sinus problems to lord knows what else. Yesterday wasn't as bad as Tuesday thankfully- I could function well enough to clean my apartment- but today was just weird. I have officially moved into that strange yet somewhat happy spot where my entire body is sore and I'm dizzy for no apparent reason, yet my brain chemistry is wonky enough I feel a bit detached from it all.
I had hoped to have another installment of Sissy up tonight for you all, but since my editor and honey love is going into the hospital tomorrow for a cardiac cath, the story isn't fully edited.
Michael Cohen's dream was to protect and serve as a police officer.... That job didn't satisfy him until one day, when people without names came to visit. He wanted to make a difference, but he didn't expect it to make a difference to him, too...
Michael Cohen's dream was to protect and serve as a police officer.... That job didn't satisfy him until one day, when people without names came to visit. He wanted to make a difference, but he didn't expect it to make a difference to him, too...
I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or off stage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild horses, couldn't drag me away
Wild wild horses couldn't drag me away
Ken, a gawky English boy, steals his sister's passport to become an au pair in America. There he encounters an inattentive husband, a frustrated wife, a rebellious daughter, and an amorous boy next door. How will he, now she, manage it all? (no sex, just a sweet, TG story)
Alix is a boy born blessed with boobs known as gynecomastia. His mom already had two boys and in her last ditch effort to have a daughter, Alix was born to her dissatisfaction. Cindy their neighbor (and a Registered Nurse) wants a live-in baby sitter to care for her two kids so she can pursue her career goals. Cindy tries to convince Alix’s mom that they share a common goal, suggesting they work together for their mutual benefit. This is Alix’s journey from lowly pre-teen boy with natural boobs who’s brain possesses a rare and obscure chemical disparity whereby a chain of events will open a flood gate of hormonal adjustments that simply run out of control. Mother Nature will stake her ultimate claim upon him eventually adding one more female to the human species. After all, there’s always plenty of room for one more mommy.
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