Chapter 13

To Mark’s huge relief he witnessed Lisa opening her shorts. Without the tight fly holding the dildo in place it would fall out, at least if Lisa hadn’t taken a hold of it to put it neatly back on Mark’s night stand.

Lisa took off her shorts completely and her panties along with it. It was instantly clear that her neatly trimmed pussy was sopping wet. It smelled strongly, not unpleasantly unlike John’s boxers. While it did smell way better to Mark it wasn’t having the same effect on him.

Indian Red
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“So, there is family history?” he said. He was playing with my pubic hair.

“Pay attention,” I scolded him. “I will read you some of the early passages from the journal.” I had the copy with me, beside the bed. The original had become too fragile with age. “Now, remember, this was the Battle of Adobe Walls in November 1864, when my grandmother was only 18, and serving in the New Mexico Volunteer Cavalry, which was really just cowboys and gunslingers under army command.”

Virtuality
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“I call her Pandora,” said Felix. “Get used to her. This is why I need you. This kind of interaction has to be a two-person thing.”

Jake was used to virtual reality. It was his thing after all. But here he was in their apartment. The only thing different was that he was in another body. When he held his hand up he could see that it was not his hand at all, it was a slender feminine hand, with manicured nails.

“This is going to be Sashtun’s first-ever movie, kids. It needs to be something special. Not whatever new movie you’re burning to see. Everyone, what’s the best movie you’ve ever seen?”

The Slit
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“Please sit down, Mr McGann.” Senior consulting urologist, Dr. Lambert Pitt did not lift his eyes from the patient file in front of him. “I am just checking my notes. Now let me see … you came to see me, two months ago, regarding concern that your genitals might be shrinking.”

“That’s right, you told me that there was nothing wrong.”

The elation from striking a deal with Samantha’s Father that Phoebe felt soon died down when they were faced with the task of moving Samantha out of her home and into somewhere else within two months. Even so, their relationship got stronger and stronger now that they didn’t have to hide it from anyone.

In between house hunting, Samantha continued with her plan to add some panache to Phoebe’s life and especially her appearance. Gradually her stock of ‘lawyer drab’ diminished and was replaced by clothes that were much more vibrant in colour and style. They were all what was regarded as ‘retro’ in style but Phoebe started to see that there was a certain elegance and charm in that. The downside, at least in Phoebe’s eyes was that the style really demanded at least some sort of heeled shoe. She’d eventually come around to the opinion that ballet flats were really only for teenagers to wear with elegant clothes. That was totally the opposite to how she’d been before she’d met Samantha.

Sayen wakes up the next morning before her alarm clock goes off, which for her is a miracle in itself. She gets out of bed and begins to get dress. Sayen hears her mother getting up and moving around in her bedroom. She looks over toward her big sister’s bed and notice that she didn’t come home last night. Sayen quickly gets dress and heads into the kitchen to make morning breakfast for everyone.

The Surgeon
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I know that I have an affliction. I am, after all, a man of science. A physician. A surgeon, and a good one. I know that my urges are abnormal, even aberrant. But urges, by their very nature, do not allow for control by logic.

Chapter Six – Like A Stone In Your Shoe

This is the final Chapter, What will become of Robin and Charlie, Glenda and Edward, and more importantly, will they catch the Essex Slasher? The Special Investigation Team's hard work has paid off and they know who the Slasher is... they just have to prove it.

Poor Leon.
He wasn't supposed to be the protagonist of this story.
His rebirth in a new world was meant for someone else.
Can he still make it?
Step into the spot of the heroine that this new world needs?

“We can sell it as a retirement package,” Carson said. “An eighty-year-old man might think it’s worth the... inconvenience of becoming a woman if he can be forty again.”

Raven was escorted out to the courtroom by the deputy sheriff. She glances over towards Dr. Heath. Memories of what he did to her came back as if it was yesterday. She notices that there were several guards there from the prison and the warden himself.

She places her hand on the bible and raises her hand "I swear by Almighty God that the evidence I shall give will be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."

“Please sit down, Mrs. Mondragon.” The Judge looks at Raven.

“Yes, ma’am.” Raven sits down in the witness chair.

An Altered Fates Story
A second look at the 1967 film, The Graduate
and the 1963 novella of the same name by Charles Webb.
By Iolanthe Portmanteaux
 

“What if there’s nothing in the window?” Ben asked. “What does that mean?”

“It doesn’t mean anything,” she answered.

Chapter Four – Walter and Alice

We find out more about the Essex Slasher's past and Glenda and the Chief Constable have a secret rendezvous. Charlie and Robin's relationship takes an unexpected turn.

 

Chapter 37 - Trouble in Paradise

Things were a bit lean as we worked to revive and expand the company we now all had an interest in. Julie and I chose to take much of our compensation in stock and other deferred payments, as we were happily living with Sandra and Doug. We all put in long hours and it paid off, two years in the company was profitable, so Julie and I decided to go house hunting.

Neuter
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Part 1

They were well in the air before he noticed the person sitting next to him. The stewardess was responding to a call and the person turned, and he recognized the face immediately. Still he waited for a moment before speaking.

“Excuse me,” you may think that this is rude and way to forward of me, but I think that recognize you. You are Jay Thornley, the neutered guy, sorry, person, aren’t.

“I am them,” they said, without looking up.

“Them?”

Molly's suspicions are confirmed. Belinda is simultaneously shocked, excited and worried.

After supper, when she returned to her hotel, she felt so lonely that she broke down and decided to call Carson or Amanda, even at the risk of annoying them. Perhaps she could ask them to let her speak with Davey? But when she got out her phone and tried to use it, nothing happened.