The rain droned on endlessly outside. The darkened basement broken by flashes of lightning.

"Blasted stupid internet provider they cannot get anything fixed properly, I told them like 8 times already that it wasn't working whenever it rained."

The now dead line to Rachel was no use listening too. The phone click signaled the hang up, unlike the old days of rotary phones with the handset today it was just a simple click of a button and you were done. The conversation replayed out in her head.

"Why does Rachel Insist I am a girl?" was said outloud.

Understanding Rachel

The phone rang, making Nancy Carmichael jump. The old woman glanced at the call display, and then shouted out, “Rachel! Its for you!”

A moment later another person bustled into the room, took up the phone, and started to talk.

Nancy shook her head. “Who would have thought I would have a teenage girl living in my house at my age? Especially when the girl was born a boy?”

Rachel just smiled at her mother, and kept talking.

If you’re of a sensitive disposition, and maybe explicit description of the joy that a crossdressed husband and his crossdressed wife can have in intimate love-making is not to your liking, then please return to the series of chapters that make up the story of Andy, Christine, Astrid and Christopher.

CHAPTER 8
“I beg your pardon?”

She wasn’t like that Sergeant, Kirst, Kirsty…I was having a little trouble keeping my thoughts straight. They had me on some pain-killer or other, and while it was seriously good shit, as my junkie friends might put it if I had any, I needed to keep my concentration to get this right.

“I said no statement. Do you know who exactly is behind this?”

Covered Bridges-4.

Chapter 4

I let John kiss my hand because he’s doing it right and when a guy does it right and not too over the top or sloppy it’s just one of those things that’s kinda nice and kinda timeless.

I smile and take my hand back and set my book away into my bag. “I’d prefer something red John I ordered the duck.”

Can I have some Brown Sugar for my Damper? Chapter 5.

Chapter 5

It takes me awhile to get myself under control under Rudy’s watch he did set me down in a lawn chair and he got me a cup of the pretty decent coffee he had made for breakfast and I sipped at it while getting to watch him work and actually just kind of let this place sink in and sort of displace some of the stuff that’s been built up inside.

Journey of discovery

my boss had arranged a party to start the summer vacation
the theme he came up with was "dress-up"
not being a party type I had no idea what to dress in
my wife suggested going as a woman.

I looked her straight in the eye and said do you make a joke huh
no she answered , every party people go to they always do the same thing
do something else for once.

I wasn't really looking forward to it dressing up as a woman
but through the persistence of my wife I agreed
but I told my wife I choose the outfit as I didn't want to go as a maid.

It was a bit unsettling how much he’d changed in such a short period. He’d lost nearly 20 pounds. His blood pressure was down significantly. His heart rate was slightly elevated. And strangest of all, it seemed he was an inch shorter. Which was ridiculous -- the researcher must have misread the rule.

It didn’t matter anyway, he hadn’t felt this good in years.

CHAPTER 7
Lights, Flashing in my eyes, and then passing over me in a long string as I seemed to move down a corridor. Something stinging my arm–fuck, that felt better, for the pain had come with the lights, and it had arrived in capital letters. Voices.

Coming close to the end of this story now, this might be the penultimate or 2nd penultimate chapter.

The Ram 40.

Briony Davies Nee Lewis ... Betrayed wife and mother.
Sion Her eight-year-old son.
Ellairy... Her nine-month--old daughter.
Arfon Davies... Brionys’ abusive and unfaithful husband.
Dave Cadwalloder... Welsh bachelor hill-farmer.
Jenny and Lassie... Daves’ sheepdog bitches.
Laddie... Daves’ sheepdog.
Jessica and Pansy... Daves’ sows.
Angel... Daves’ mare.

Just another day on the bus. :-)

The Case Files of Cindy Masters, Dyke Detective
This Episode: A Chance Encounter - Part One
by Trapper Jock McIntyre

Masters is the name. Cindy Masters. I'm a detective. I get $50 a day and expenses, $75 if I can get it.

This chapter describes the births of the babies and the preparations for the wedding.

The Welsh Mountain Ram 39

Briony Davies Nee Lewis ... Betrayed wife and mother.
Sion Her eight-year-old son.
Ellairy... Her nine-month--old daughter.
Arfon Davies... Brionys’ abusive and unfaithful husband.
Dave Cadwalloder... Welsh bachelor hill-farmer.
Jenny and Lassie... Daves’ sheepdog bitches.
Laddie... Daves’ sheepdog.
Jessica and Pansy... Daves’ sows.
Angel... Daves’ mare.

Thanks Dad for Being There — More Family or Not
Chapter 5

By Jessica C

"Never thought of the possibility that my Dad could have been a rocker... When I told my Mom about wanting to take up the guitar and form a girl band; Mom said talk to your Dad... It was unlike my Mom to be indirect, but it was like a loud NO! ...Then she showed me an old guitar and amplifier; she was serious about me talking to my Dad, 'Ordinary Joe.'

MEGAN
Wow, how I thank the day Jenn took up the guitar and we got to see the other side of Dad. I am not saying I want Dad to be Jaz 24/7, but I am girly and I have enjoyed the change. I have not enjoyed the negative comments, but I can’t say Jaz has been embarrassing to me.

Truth or dare

My name is Caroline Jensen.

I’m a reasonable good looking woman and for over a year I visited the local fetish club.
When I go to the club I always dress myself completely in leather so I fit in,
With the rest of the customers.

Once every month there is a truth or dare competition.
I’ve been asked a number of times and always answered truth.

Tonight however if I’m being asked I will dare them.
After being for almost an hour in the club and was offered drinks on many occasions,
The truth or dare started a number of men and women went before me and the night,

Part 12

Editors Note:Sorry this weeks chapter is late but I was traveling all day yesterday by train and was in no fit shape to post this last night

CHAPTER 5
I looked up from the boys, and realised Terry had disappeared. Karen caught my eye and nodded towards the exit, and I walked out into the cooler air just as some other reedly-deedly thing started up. It took me a while to find him, as he was tucked behind a small extension to the front bar, sitting on a picnic table. He was crying; his tears reflecting the streetlights on the road by the pub.

“Terry pal, you all right?”

After the interval, or chapter 5, the author returns to her keyboard having enjoyed a couple of weeks’ “R&R” away from it all. Some development of the storyline has been conceived in her mind and she hopes her readers enjoy getting further into life in this sleepy, but quietly boiling, English country village! Some readers’ comments have helped a lot!

Chapter 6 — back in the bar, and beyond

This story was started a week or so before Amberlynn Kain submitted her Barsoomian adventure. Unfortunately, the basic plot is similar. So here is another take on a Martian Princess -- Ed.

“Come here, Baby.” Maggie said with a warm smile. Tracy came in, wearing a skirt for the first time since the pictures had been passed out. She walked over and Maggie put an arm around her. “I noticed something in my Jewelry box today and I felt you needed to see it too.”

“It's mine?” Tracy shook her head slightly. “I only got the necklace from Peter and the few things you bought me at Christmas.”

Thanks to both Djkauf for the Editing and Rev. Anam Chara for help with the religious stuff
Tracy's back and the heat is still on.