Chapter 9

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Staring into Kathy's eyes, Christina knew her best friend had listened in on the conversation with her mother. "You... you remember Christina? Kathy! I'm sorry I didn't tell you! I didn't think you'd believe me!"

Charlie begins to smell a rat.

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Pacing her exam room like a caged animal, Christina had a fist balled up and ready to strike out again at the next person to touch her, even as her other hand held up the loose-fitting pajama bottoms and boxer shorts. Her breath came in rapid intakes through her nostrils and out her mouth.

Last man standing?

Like most small, rural, townships in the mostly agricultural heavy south. The heart and soul of Benton was its Main Street. Here one could find just about anything one needed. And on this Monday morning both sides of the street were crammed full of parked cars and the sidewalks seemed almost bursting at the seams with people as they rushed from one shop to the other. Each little shop and boutique seemed to be filled with people. With the crowds spilling out onto the concrete sidewalks.

This is the third and last of three connected stories begun in ”Mousy Trap”.

The chase is still on.

GC, Bk 1 part 5

Maria woke and stretched as she looked through the canopy to see an endless sea of green beneath. The rest of her family awoke slowly, sleepy mutterings from the younger children and an instant question from Alejandra.

“Where are we?”

Quinn chuckled. “We’re near a place in Brazil called Madre de Dios, a bit south and west of Rio Branco so basically its in the middle of nowhere which is exactly where we need to be. We’ll be landing shortly so you’ll want to make sure everyone’s harness is tight.”

Now I was supposed to waggle my wings to show I understood.

Tally-ho! Charlie and his team get stuck in!

Chapter 1

Saturday, May 1^st, 2023

Marcia looked at the scenery around her brother’s truck as he turned into the driveway of the farm house. Directly to the south of the farm was the Matanuska River, a river they had followed almost since they passed the glacier that fed it, seventy or so miles to the northeast.

She could see a mountain beyond it, the river that seemed to be all by itself. Looking at the map she had been tracking their progress on, it said the mountain was called Pioneer Peak. Like the river, it was rather majestic, standing almost all alone.

Charlie, Chloe and Juliet learn of a foreign threat in Northern Australia while down in Canberra internal forces are discovered by the trio to have a similar agenda to theirs.

The feminista lock on society seems to be loosening.

Charlie, Juliet and the newly formed team of female astronauts, complete their first mostly successful moon trip but, on returning, Juliet still comes up against some misdirected feminista prejudice that is nailed firmly by the girls.

Charlie commands the second experimental flight of Second Dawn that is revealed to be a lunar mission with passengers and a lunar landing.

Act one:
It's fumny how one minute everything is normal and the next minute everything becomes a shit show.

Charlie takes some home leave and by dint of his family inter-reactions causes more feminista to have second thoughts about Feminist politics

aturday morning dark, cloudy, damp, and windy with a gray overcast  sky. My Radio/Alarm clock started to buzz at six, without thinking I hit the snooze button. Six minutes later it was buzzing again. My eyes shot open and for a brief moment I thought about reaching over, snatching the alarm clock from my night stand and tossing it halfway across the room. That thought vanished a few seconds later, the alarm clock had cost me ten dollars. Repairing the window, if I tossed it through the window would cost the better part of sixty dollars. Two weeks' allowance gone down the drain. For what?

As I walked down the stairs of Theobalds Grove station, I felt scared and thrilled. I was a girl. I had seen my reflection I really looked pretty. All the same I was waiting for someone to leap at me and scream;

“Look, that boy is wearing a dress!”

As we walked down the high street, with my hand in my mothers, I realised nothing was going to happen. She looked down at me and smiled.

The advent of the Internet was a godsend for me and the myriad of Cross-dressers out there. At last, we could buy clothes and all the trappings we needed for our desires without the embarrassment of having to be seen to be buying 'stuff' in shops full of real women.