A New Direction

The following week Jordana and I drove the old van into the dealership and picked up the new one. With the number of other runs reduced by one, she was designated as my emergency driver, especially as she was also a she-male and a bit stronger than the other girls. Those churns could be a bitch to manhandle when full.

Strumpet – Eng. n. – early term for prostitute. See harlot.

When I look back on my life, so far, I wonder that I am still alive. Even more I wonder how I kept my sanity when all around me was mayhem.

Lillyn is positive this will be her day.
New exciting research is to be done.
And maybe she can squeeze out more details of this strange world from Myra.

Finding Julia - Epilogue
By Julie D Cole
The decision had been made thanks to a heart to heart chat with a new found transsexual friend Georgina and Eve was delighted that the recommendations of the hypnotherapist and the guidance of Professor Nightingdale.

This story was originally written by Julie, sometime in the 90s and posted elsewhere. I read it and liked the premise, but the ending didn't suit me. So for my own enjoyment, I rewrote the ending. Julie's end had Chrissy transitioning, mine is more like my life. When I was finished modifying the ending, I liked it so much that I couldn’t resist posting it, so…

Miss Taken

“Don’t steal my panties or any of my clothes.” So I stole a job Sis could have had instead. And then I had to wear panties every day. Nothing unusual about that - if you’re a girl.

A Country Girl Again

Friday morning dawned, as it usually did, and we had breakfast at the Vegaviana. We were all happy at having another two weeks behind us and the girls were very interested in my deputy. I told them that I had helped him sort out some internal problems and that he was a deputy for our electorate at the farm, so could be a help when it came to any problems we could have. I told them to make sure they kept his visits secret.

The Rose of Kandahar
A Novelette
By Maryanne Peters

It would be good to say that grit and determination got me through it all, but that could not be further from the truth. I survived by surrender and submission. Surrender and submission and two Afghan traditions that turned strangely to my advantage – Bacha bazi and Pashtunwali. Then later another local tradition known as Shadabi. This is really a story about traditions.

Chapter Nine - Endgame

What happened to Charlotte and who did it? Will Archie and Sandra ever find love? All your questions answered and more...

Finding Julia Chapter 16

By Julie D Cole

Being Princess

I married a princess. Not a proper princess, mind you. But living in London as a third generation Pakistani, it’s about as close as you can get. I honestly couldn’t tell you how I landed Shazia, my princess. She’s a posh bird with a successful businessman father, spoiled as heck. Has a huge closet full of clothes and shoes, all expensive stuff. Her father refers to her as ‘daddy’s little princess’. She could have had any rich, handsome, educated bloke she wanted. Instead, she chose me.

It was literally a slap heard round the kingdom. Reginald's family did not look happy and neither did the King and Queen. They saw their potential new tourist attraction going up in flames due to their hot-headed replacement daughter.

Chapter 22

Marcy woke up with a loud groan. Sleep had not come easy last night with how horny she had been, the fact that her butt had remained filled up, her sore throat and that chastity cage that seemed to hurt a lot more than it used to. On top of the difficulties falling asleep she was now woken up way too early. She had to since she was supposed to start working at 8 o’clock.

Jade says “ yes mistress”. Jade went down and did find a exit and she walked along found it went to the bronze area soon Jade return and Buffy was now in tight black leather pants and black leather top showing her clevage and black leather boots with 3inch heel. Jade says “ there is a way back to the bronze from here mistress”. Buffy told Jade to lock the store.

Carla’s and Angela’s townhouse:
“I can’t believe you got hurt again.” Angela looks at Carla with anger in her eyes.

“I didn’t mean too, sweetie. The organization sent one of their nastiest bounty hunters after me.”

Angela looks at Carla and knew that the organization wasn’t ever going to give up on trying to kill Carla for what she has been doing to them. If Carla had never saved her or quit their ranks. They would leave her alone. It also didn’t help that Carla kept blowing their places up and killing their people.

Alex stared at the mirror, trying to size up his potential cosplay.

I think having my hair like this should work. And I think that plucking my eyebrows helped. I should probably watch some makeup tutorials though.

[At the offices of a Sunday Newspaper in London]

The Editor had called one of his reporters in to see him.

“Kim, very well done for your last story it went down very well. The reader feedback was very positive.”

“Thanks Sandy. It was touch and go for a bit but I got to the bottom of it in the end.”

Sandy Wynn, the Editor smiled back at his reporter.

“Are you ready for a new assignment?”

“As I’ll ever be? What is it all about?”

Sandy leaned back in his chair with the tips of the fingers of both hands touching.