I was nervous all night during my shift, but I tried not to let it show. Mierra probably thought the screaming from the interrogation rooms was getting to me, and it was; I was thinking it might be Themia.

At the "Gentlemen's Bar" you can rest assured that you'll enjoy your stay, however, if you're a mean drunk or make others feel uncomfortable, then you should best avoid this establishment.

“Some kids have disappeared too,” Gerald said. “The news didn’t say, but I’ll bet a first-edition Monster Manual that they were playing ‘pretend.’ Same as we were, only without dice.”

A Prince changed to learn a lesson, but maybe he is not the only one who has much to learn.

My first attempt at a TG story so be kind, and much thanks to Monica Rose for her endless patience and help.

Also apologies, I messed up my first attempt at posting it and made the summary the body. I cannot figure out how to delete it so I've contacted the admins, hopefully they can get rid of the evidence of my rather embarrassing blunder.

“Stop crying!” The middle-aged man barks as the electric clippers shear my head clean of the hair I’d been growing over the last twelve months. I gulp and blink my eyes, but as lock after lock of light blonde hair tumbles in front of my face, I can’t control my emotions. My life, just my hair, is tumbling down in front of me.

Once the haircut is complete, I look at myself in the mirror and I want to scream. Looking back at me is undoubtedly the face of a pre-teen boy. A pre-teen boy with a cute face, but a boy nonetheless.