Funny Business — Chapter 14, Autumn Events

By

Samantha Michelle Davies (SamanthaMD)

Liz and Kat explained by relating the story of their trip onto the reservation the previous day and Al’s visit to the RV that morning.

“It looks like we have a solution then?” said Bill.

“We have a solution,” said Liz.

“But you and Kat are buggering off home very soon,” said Liz without thinking.

“Ok. Ok. Sorry – wrong words, but you know what I mean.”

Chapter 4 A night to remember

It was 15 to 20 minutes before we found De Marcos and we were all feeling the cold by the time we arrived. None of us wanted to carry coats all evening since we would be drinking in a few bars. So trust Jessica to toughen us up expecting us to walk in the cold.

I came home from work, ready for a weeks holiday. I had a nice quiet week
planned, some DIY, some resting and possibly some dressing up.

All my plans were shattered as I walked in my front door and saw my
very determined wife, arms crossed in front of her, while she sat
in front of the computer.The screen showing what I had thought were
my private files, containing stories and fantasies about cross dressing.

CHAPTER 12
She had me, if I wanted to let her. Too many years of subterfuge left me less than open, though.

As I arrived at the railway station I realized that I was 45 minutes early and it worried me in case I saw someone that I knew. It was the first time that I’d ever been outside my home dressed like this and I almost decided to turn around and go back. But the taxi driver who was a young Asian man was getting impatient with me as I tried to unload my luggage so in the end I gave him a 5 pound note and he sped off before I could ask him to take me home again.

I work in the central office of a large Supermarket Company and mostly my colleagues are girls with the exception of two of us males.

I’m a princess and I demand that glass slipper.

Finally! I’ve made a decision. Perhaps that was the problem all along, I couldn’t decide while at lower elevations and simply needed to be at thirty thousand feet in order to do it. I’m going to go for it and become a woman. I may never really be complete but at least I’ll be able to live with and accept my body as a female. Then too, I’ll eventually be married to Tan and go into training to become a spy. At least I think I’ll be a spy.

CHAPTER 11
“Jessica”

“Yes. He caught me with her when I was about eleven. I was just putting her skirt on when he came into my bedroom.”

Pickles: A TG Choose Your Own Adventure

By Melanie E.

Page 23

"You search the boxes in the storehouse..."

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How I wonder What You Are

I spent at least an hour laying there in bed thinking about all this before Pam returned finding my eyes closed as I contemplated my fate. Some of the lights were on so she began preparing for bed and finally shut off the lights going to her own bed. I guess she thought I was asleep as she didn’t say anything and had only whispered my name a couple of times when she first came in.

CHAPTER 10
It was the first night in a long time that had passed the right way and I was awake with Ginny as she slathered her toast with some repulsive brown sludge.

Author's note:
Thank you to Lillith Langtree and Enemyoffun for their generous help. I am one grateful little girl. Thank you also to Marvel Comics for the creation of some of the wonderful characters used in this story.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. I got up this morning, and had a feeling that I couldn’t explain. Sort of the same feeling that I got when I was about to compete in a full contact kumite. It was a nervous, light feeling in the pit of my stomach.

CHAPTER 9
That was really not a complete surprise. I knew some of the background of her death, of course. I had been aware of our odd resident, as I had sent a couple of lads past her place a few times after the graffiti, and I remembered that she had something to do with the local security scene, but I had never dug into her background.

A Sermon from the Gospel according to St. Andrew of the May

This is a work of fiction in homiletic style. Short stories have been written as newspaper reports, magazine articles, diaries, log entries, emails, and letters. Then why not write one in the style of a sermon or homily?

Please note my thanks to Andrea Lena DiMaggio, whose previous short work, "Adara's Story," provides the background for mine.