The Other Side of Me – Chapter 15
by Limbo’s Mistress

I stared at my father, feeling even more confused than I was when I bounced across the dimensional divide to find myself in mid-coitus with Danny Morris. Not to mention twice as concerned.

My father’s hand remained firmly planted on my shoulder, and the look in his eyes seemed to suggest he was seriously contemplating physical violence. Which was as much a shock as anything else. I couldn’t remember a single time he’d ever lifted a hand against me.

Content Warning: This story includes a forced animal transformation (with a sex swap), as well as some physical violence (separate from the sexy bits), a near death experience, and some light misgendering. There's an FTM transformation, but it's basically off screen. There’s also some implied child abuse in one character’s past.

What have we done?

Another perspective to the short story Lara Croft 2.0 and some further development.

by MonicaS

Tit Man
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I have always loved breasts.

My girlfriend had big breasts. I could not keep my hands off them. Sometimes she would get shitty with me for always wanting to play with them.

Fan
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

You have probably never heard of the rock band Wagon Bandwagon. They were big in my home state, and my girlfriend was crazy about them, and I mean CRAZY. She was the one who put the fan in fanatic.

I suppose I felt insecure. I mean, she desired him, the lead singer Rafe Kinnock, so what does that say about me? Am I insecure? Probably.

Sought After
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peter

“Seeking an older sissy” was the posting on that sissy site. “I'm done with flighty, younger, gold-digging fembois, I want an intelligent but servile older sissy to serve me.”

A graduate student's roommate sets him up on a blind date. It becomes clear that words were chosen with care.

Sarah had her own designs to work on. First step was leaning against the couch. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I could feel the thump of her hip as she leaned and started talking to someone. “I need that thing you made.” “Because I’m short, and you’re sexy.” “I can’t.” Then I see her pants go sailing by, followed closely by a dark purple thong. Are thongs still sexy? “Because I’m naked. Now.” “Listen, Bree, if you help me have my first comfortable standing sex, I will pay you back.” “It’ll be a surprise. You know you can trust me.”

Mother Daughter Bonding
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

"I don't know about this," I said. “It’s like Stan and Kevin might have the wrong idea about us. Just because we like dressing up as women now and again does not mean we are gay, or anything like that. I'm straight, just like you Dad.”

"Sure," my dad replied, but did I sense a little uncertainty? "It’s just a fantasy thing. We have to explain that to them. It’s a release mechanism. I used to do it before I was married, and well, since your mother died, I just slipped back into old habits.”

Intro

Carl had always been different, he was a quiet somewhat effeminate looking boy, taking mainly after his mother. From an early age he had loved playing with dolls instead of cars like the other boys. He way preferred playing with the girls and when they played house, he loved to play the mommy and put on a dress.

We all sat in a circle and enjoyed the soft foam. Across from me, Sarah took her shirt off. She didn’t even make an excuse. Everyone knew what was rolling down the pipe. But if everyone just had sex with whomever they felt like, someone might get left out. If they got left out, they might get jealous. If they got too jealous, they might slip to someone outside of the crew that the crew was an orgy club. I think at least one of us might get arrested, and we would certainly not be allowed to see each other ever again.

This XXX story picks up where “Avon Lady #2” left off; it is an alternate ending. There are two versions of the sequel to AL #2; a ‘mild’ version that was recently posted as AL #3 and this NOT mild version: “Avon Lady #3 XXX” (which begins here). This version is graphic and is not for those easily offended. Our central character is eighteen years old.

Avon Lady Marci helps 18 year old David (aka Stacy) who became accidently locked out of his house the first time that he went out in public dressed and made-up like a young woman. Stacy’s hair and makeup were perfect!

Nancy helps a friend and tries a new persona.

Autumn stroked the inside of my thigh all the way back to the school. I found myself idly wondering what her dick would look like. If it would fill me up the way I was hoping Regular Dave would.

Our two car caravan pulled into the space under the school at...a time. Susan was waiting for us, casually chucking a roach under the dumpster, and pretending it was a cigarette. We pretended with her, as we piled out of the cars and apologized for being late.

“You’re not late, it’s the time it always is when you show up,” She said.

Michael thinks he knows his heart's desire. Unfortunately for him, the demon he summoned seems convinced she knows better.

Colorful tents lined the plaza. The shops and restaurants had closed, and in their place stood stands of vendors selling candied fruit and various meats on sticks. A day of cold drink, hot food, and stories punctuated by laughter. Amid the celebrations, three small figures squeezed their way through the crowded streets, hurrying toward the palace. “We’re late,” whispered the one in the lead. “We’re late, we’re late, we’re late! We’re so very late.”

Batgirl--3-Meeting
By: Kokopo618

Dick Grayson would do anything to be a hero, even if it means becoming a heroine...

Meeting

Making Changes
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I am in distribution. Ok, so I drive a truck. But I also distribute.

Long-haul work is hard. Guys like me don’t get paid enough. What’s wrong with supplementing income? Shit goes missing all the time. Some of what goes missing ends up in my lock-up. Some of that gets sold for cash. What’s the big deal?

I’d already decided to keep Rufus’ information to myself -- at least for the time being.
There was no point in causing a controversy over something I could still manage to not believe.