The rest of the day I was in mild shock. I robotically carried out my duties in my maid's uniform. Sir told me to have an early night. He told me that I should remove all of my hair before going to bed. He reminded me that, as I was now Sarah, I should sleep in her room and use her clothes. I just said "Yes Sir".

I found several tubes of Veet and a pack of pink lady razors and got to work. I had always wondered what it would feel like to be hairless when I wore my wife's clothes. The material was so soft, but you don't feel it with a coating of hair.

Fate had a peculiar way of playing with young Alex's life, a 15-year-old boy whose curiosity often led him to the edge of societal norms. Growing up with an older sister, Emily, had its perks. He had always felt a strange fascination with her clothes, especially her school uniform. It was a peculiar attraction that he could never quite put into words, but it was a part of him that he couldn't ignore.

One fateful evening, after his sister had left for college and his parents had gone out to dinner, he found himself alone in the house. He tiptoed into Emily's room, the scent of her lingering in the air. He reached for the hangers, his heart racing, and pulled out her skirt and blazer. He had snuck into her room countless times before to try on her clothes, but tonight was different. He had decided to take it a step further.

With trembling hands, Alex donned the uniform, feeling the fabric caress his skin as he transformed. He applied a bit of her makeup, just enough to accentuate his features, and styled his hair to mimic hers. Looking in the mirror, he saw a reflection that was both thrilling and terrifying. He had become a vision of his sister, yet not quite. It was an image of femininity that he hadn't dared to explore before.

The door slammed open, and Alex's heart stopped as his parents stormed in. Their eyes widened in horror and disbelief, and the silence was shattered by his mother's scream. His father's face was red with rage as he bellowed, "What is the meaning of this?"

Alex stuttered an apology, but the damage was done. His parents couldn't comprehend his actions, and they were ashamed. In their eyes, he had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. Without another word, his father dragged him out of the house, throwing him onto the cold pavement with nothing but the clothes on his back.

The night was unforgiving, and Alex was lost in a world that had just turned its back on him. He wandered the streets, his mind racing with thoughts of what his future might hold. As dawn began to break, he found refuge in a deserted alley, the harsh reality of his situation setting in. He was cold, hungry, and utterly alone.

Dawn and Diana – Our New Life – Part 2

By Kathi Jo Daniels

Chapter Three: Renewing An Old Relationship
Thursday, November 11, 2004

We repeated our morning ritual of lustful sex and showering together. I put on a bra, panties, and a red poppy festival dress, with loafers. Fixed breakfast, read the paper, and lounged.

Diana was excited to drive her new Escape to a 10 AM hair appointment. Late morning, Diana sent a text: “Please prepare dinner for 4. Details later.”

I responded: “Message received.”

Chapter Thee – History Repeats Itself

Sarah's defilement at the hands of the four lechers continues as she recalls the traumatic incident in her youth that led her being who she is today and explains how she came to be in the predicament she is currently in.

Elizabeth’s Quarters:
Elizabeth wakes up and feels herself being held. She could feel something soft being pressed against her back. It took her mind a few seconds to realize who was in bed with her. Her mouth had a weird taste, a taste she had never tasted before.

She was wet between her legs and hoped she wasn’t going back to how she was when she came to the vineyard. She manages to turn around in the arms to face who is holding her. A smile forms on her face as she realizes it is Carol.

Several days later I asked them about the other people they had mentioned lived across the stream. My friends didn’t seem to be on a friendly basis with them. When we got there, we found that whoever had lived there was gone, with only the dead remains of their flowers left, which meant in all likelihood they were dead. They hadn’t eaten the flower remains, and my friends had told me how unlikely a merger was, much less three of them.

"You wanted to dress like a whore, so here you go. When you're done, I'm going to leave you on a street corner, and you're not coming home until you make $4,000 giving men head. Did you hear me?!"

Orla inserted her scuffed bronze-colored key into the lock, turned it, and opened the door. With its peeling light blue paint, it fortunately did nothing to betray the apartment's relative opulence.
It hadn't been like this when her and her grandmother, Kahri, first moved in. No, at that time, the place had been the dictionary definition of what the locals might call a "shithole," a term as unfamiliar to them as it was second nature to their new neighbors.

Dawn and Diana Move to Denver – Part 1

By Kathi Jo Daniels

Background:
This is the third episode of the saga, "Dan Becomes Dawn." In the first episode, Dan visits former neighbors in Denver, introducing them to Dawn, a cross-dresser. The next afternoon, Dawn met and bonded with Diana. In the second episode, "Dawn Visits Kansas," Dawn spends two weeks in Kansas. Diana asks Dawn to be a part of her life in the future.

Chapter One: Moving
Monday, October 11, 2004

Charles Matthews stared at the lab results on his computer screen, his heart hammering against his ribs. The numbers seemed to pulse accusingly: 1415 ng/dL. Just 85 points below the transformation threshold.

"Fuck," he whispered, running a hand through his dark hair.

Epilogue

“Hello Alison.”

What was it with plump women and oversized glasses? She looked even more like a baby owl than ever, albeit a very large one.

“Do I know you?” she asked.

“Carrie Leach.”

“Oh fuck!”

“Relax. I’m only here to talk.”

“Yeah, that’s all you did last time and see where that got us.”

“I guess.”

“How come you don’t look like, you know, her?”

A Step Too Far?

by Suzie Dalkin

This was written without any idea where it was going. As a result, readers may find it funny or offensive – or neither – or both.

Edward Arley was a very organised young man. His parents were staid pillars of the community who for many years had run a successful estate agency business in Sutton Deering, an old market town about 50 miles north of London.

Practice was over. Gregory picked up a towel to wipe some sweat from his face.

Thomas was about to towel off when a text arrived. “Son, I’ve got an emergency. Can you get a ride home?”

“No problem. Be careful out there.”

“I always am.”

When Thomas arrived at the scene, Joe approached with a grin on his face. “I can’t wait to hear why you are showing up to a crime scene looking like your wife.”

“I’ll tell you later. What’s the fuss?”

Commission for anonymous

Sequel to:

https://www.deviantart.com/smokeysis/art/CMSN-The-Stepford-W...

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Everything's bigger in Texas.

 
XXVII: Back at the damn ball

Bulbs flashed everywhere like tasteless arc welders fucking epileptic fireflies. “Countess Devaris!” A tabloid wraith blocked her path. “Does Lady Elaine’s absence signal fractures in Phoenix Rising’s founding triad?”

I’m a horse-like creature with the ability to stand on my hind legs and use my front legs as hands. But my parents are centaurs!

XIX. Blackreach and Blacker Hearts

The moth’s carcass smouldered, wings fused to a cigarette butt like a failed origami angel. Evelyn traced the curve of Georgia’s hip, her touch tender as a grease fire. For three breaths, the room held still—the kind of quiet that lives between a trigger pull and the bullet’s verdict.

Author's Note: There is sex in this story. Some of it is explicitly described. I've seen folks post in the comments of other stories they were surprised or unhappy with this. Be forewarned.

This is an alternate take on Dawning... Or How I Survived a Plane Crash, Sort Of which is the same up to the kiss. If you have just read that story, you can skip down three or four pages (to “kiss a boy”) and pick up how this version goes.

The darkness never changes, but sometimes it smells different. After 400 years, whether my eyes are open or closed matters because it’s how I communicate. One if by land, two if I see….