Archie and Sandra arrive home to find that their marriages, hanging together by a thread, are in dire jeopardy. We learn more about Charlotte's relationship with Quinn and what happened at the cottage that Charlotte liked to call 'One for the Boys' gentleman's club.
Kayden Winne’s family is poor so when he gets a scholarship to a prestigious private high school, he is at first happy about it. Then he realizes he knows just enough French to translate the name of the school, L’École pour les Dauphines, to English: School for Princesses. (story squib by Erin)
Charlotte takes over management of the gentlemen's club and turns blackmail into an art form. Archie and Sandra take a trip to Brighton to find out exactly what happened to Charlotte.
As the search for her killer commences we find out how Charlotte became enmeshed in the web of prostitution and how she and Wendy created their 'Gentleman's Club'. We also learn that the two detectives assigned to the case are amorously involved with each other.
Kayden Winne’s family is poor so when he gets a scholarship to a prestigious private high school, he is at first happy about it. Then he realizes he knows just enough French to translate the name of the school, L’École pour les Dauphines, to English: School for Princesses. (story squib by Erin)
I knew at school that I was different. I was called ‘gay’ just for being different – cruel, ugly, untrue. Although I’d admit to being a bit puzzled about, erm, some aspects of life – yeah, alright, sex. Then things really got strange when I was at college and stayed with Aunt Maddie. And I learnt more than I ever expected about girls – in a new and different way. A story in two distinct sections.
She watched me with sideways glances as she drove. “I like your hat,” she said with dimples. “It suits you. Not many guys would have the nerve to wear it.”
Charlotte's story takes a dramatic and life changing twist as her relationship with Robert begins to sour and her trans-friend Wendy makes a proposal that Charlotte accepts. The whole of Chelmsford Private Boarding School is thrown into turmoil with the consequences.
Charlotte hands over her regular 'house-keeping' duties to William who she transforms into Wendy whilst she and Robert continue to become romantically entangled. They go away for a week so that Charlotte can be herself outside of the confines of Chelmsford College.
I've read through this once, with some slight editing, but it's mostly un-proofread.
Another day in Susie's life, see Saturdays and Sundays before this.
David yawned as he stepped into the kitchen, and gave his mum a sleepy hug.
"I thought you might sleep in a bit today?" Georgie asked her slowly waking son.
"Bad habit this waking up stuff." David replied with a touch of cheek, as he dropped some bread in the toaster and continued, "My alarm doesn't seem to understand pupil free days. Maybe I'll have a nap later to make up for it."
Madison used to have this great friend Charlie, they did everything together. Then Madison moved away. Now returning home, Madison seeks him out. The only drawback, Charlie didn't know Madison was a boy. Madison didn't know Charlie had a secret too.
On the way back to the farm I had Emilita sitting next to me. She asked me how I managed to have five days off in my first stint and I said I was just lucky, I guess. I did point out that every opening hour that I missed was paid for and she did have to concede the point. Celestina wanted to know about the lady with the black Skoda and I told them she was called Portia and owned a big security company and liked the way we had sex. That seemed to settle them. I knew the rest of it was so wild they would never believe me, even though it was true.
William becomes fascinated with Charlotte and no longer wants to share her so he moves her in next door. Charlotte is not sure whether the arrangement suits her until Robert starts to treat her differently.
Charles turns out to be a very good rugby player and helps Chelmsford College win a crucial match. He is summoned before the house council who advise him that they know about his alter ego Charlotte and the time as come for her to take one for the team.
Charles Ward's alter ego Charlotte Ward is not appreciated by her parents who send Charles to a strict boarding school to make a man out of him. He joins the rugby team, some whom later make a woman out of him, but for now let's watch him settle into his new school.
At this she took out her phone and called Pavlina, asking if it would be all right for her to pay for my time up to close of business Thursday evening and they came to an arrangement, with a bulk discount. I was affronted – only a week on the shelves and I am already consigned to the discount bin! She then turned to me and explained what she wanted me to do.
It was that newspaper clipping that shook my foundations. I’d never considered before any idea that men could dress fancy and colourfully.
Telegraph Thursday December 29th 2018 ‘Dressing Up’ A law in the reign of Queen Elizabeth the First declared “None shall wear in his apparel satin, damask, silk, camlet (angora) or taffeta in gown, coat, hose or uppermost garments except that he may dispend £100 by the year.” The article went on about the colours that were allowed - red, purple and so on.
Wow. What an opportunity ….. for anyone born a bit over 400 years ago and had sufficient wealth to dispend. Could it really be true that the male was the flamboyant peacock? I knew some of the words for the materials but I knew nothing about their reality. Once more I looked with disgust and despair into my wardrobe and at the drawers open beside my bed. Drab, dull, grey, black, blue, BORING. Oh to be in Elizabethan times.
I hate this bloody pandemic. I want to get dressed and I can’t. I daren’t. My flatmates might not like it.
Authors note : I haven’t posted for a while now. Back in Dec 2018, I finished my set of 500-word ‘starter stories’ and the only person who took one and added a sequel ….. was me! Then the writing monkey took a break and couldn’t give me any worthwhile stories. Recently, I re-read some of my own stories and got a bit interested again. There may be a few posts in the near future. AP
Marcy had a wonderful night’s sleep while she didn’t realise it, the only reason she had a quiet night was because Lisa had demanded it. What he also didn’t realise was that while he was sleeping peacefully John was setting up a website, turning him into a real pornstar. Once it was online John hoped he would make a good amount of money off his sissy neighbour. Money he could spent on further sissifying Marcy as per Lisa’s requirement. Not that he minded. Today he would get a first return on his investment, and if it depended on him it would be a first of many.
This started out as a short story about princesses, somehow I got lost.
I was the youngest of three siblings growing up. My older sisters Kat and Debbie were both older by a year or two. My mom Joanne, and dad John, were products of the war generation which made my siblings and me ‘baby boomers’. I grew up in a suburban neighborhood and had a middle-class neighborhood upbringing.
The drive back home was pretty uneventful, Lisa just sat behind the wheel smiling ear to ear. She had had an awesome day so far, making out with two gorgeous women and now she would spend some quality time with her sissy boyfriend. Marcy was very worried about that quality time. She hoped for sure that it wouldn’t involve that dildo going up her ass. There was no way she could take that. She only ever had a finger up there.
So, we left off with me babysitting my two cousins and my mom telling me she wanted to talk when she came to get me the next morning.
All through that night my mind kept going through things to say and what might happen the next day. I did not get a lot of sleep because of the upcoming event that was about to take place. But even though I knew I was about to get into trouble I still went snooping through my aunt’s dresser that night trying to find a pair of her pantyhose. Unfortunately, I was unable to find any.
When the quarantine started, over ten weeks ago, I began dressing 100% of the time as my alter ego feminine self: ‘Donna’. I’m retired, single, in my mid 60’s, a quarantined crossdresser and I’m bored. It’s been more than two months of ‘sheltering in place’ seclusion and I’ve been having unsettling thoughts that I’ve never had before. Maybe that’s normal as you age. What is not normal is I’ve begun wondering what a physical relationship with a man would be like. Maybe it’s a ‘getting old’ phenomenon.
This is my story about my life in pantyhose and how it all began.
I grew up in a house with my single mom and my sister who was a two and a half years older than me. It was the summer of '86 and I was 8 years old. Back in those days it wasn't a big deal to leave a child my age at home by themselves. I lived on a street that had plenty of kids my own age and many of them were my friends. If I was home by myself and needed any help I had plenty of adults to go to.
A word of warning to you, dear reader. This one goes into dark places and, while it may get graphic, hopefully does not get too offensive. The plot locations and characters are all products of my fevered imagination but the named public buildings and events in Spain are real and can be looked up on your computer. It ends in a world we are living in now and I sincerely hope that, by the time you read the last chapter, we are back to near normal.
Marianne G
A Journey Always Starts With The First Step
My father was known as “Snake” Gibbon. It was a good name. As hard men go he was not a “Bull” or a “Bear”, he was more like a snake. He was thin and wiry, which sharp, vicious features and greasy long hair in a queue down his back. He was known for getting own way, however he could, including stabbing people in the back, not always with a blade.
Marcy had hoped the stop at CC’s would have been the last one. She had suffered enough embarrassment for a day. Lisa’s claim that they still had a few errands to run made her worry that it wasn’t all over after all. Her worries were soon confirmed when they stopped in a rather seedy looking neighbourhood.
Sometimes life imitates art and sometimes humor can provide comfort in a time of crisis. This is an update of a story I wrote three years ago thinking it was a parody. Hopefully, it still is. Please all stay safe and be well.
“If you don’t mind watching over the sissies for a bit, I will go look around for the exact outfit I have in mind. I don’t trust Stephanie to get it just right. You will be fine watching over the sissies, right? If not, you can always call out for me, but I am sure you are going to do great.” Linda said to Lisa who was still getting her feet worshipped by Stephanie.
Ron White thinks he can manipulate Room 1408 to make his transsexual girlfriend, Jane, a real woman and pregnant. But Room 1408 is not to be trifled with. A continuation of Part 1 and 2 and based on the best-selling novel by Stephen King.
At first he thought it was birds chirping but then realized it was girls tittering. Something was tickling his chest. He feigned sleep while listening to the girls whispering.
Detective Sergeant Julie Rowntree and Detective Constable Trudy Terry had been thrown together by North Yorkshire Police to form a specialist team based in York. The main reason they had been grouped together was because they were considered to be a pair of oddballs that other teams did not particularly want to include, Julie because she was a transgender woman, and Trudy because she was labelled as a ‘man-hating feminist dyke’ even though it was not true.
Facing the inevitable, Mary begins to train herself to act and think like a man. At the same time, she starts training Liz, her close friend and confidant, into becoming a respectable lady and potential partner. Mary is torn between what society expects of her and her own desires.
Mary, the new student, is a rich heiress to her family's company and estate but can't speak. Liz befriends and defends Mary from bullies while discovering her secret: Mary is cursed. Liz works to unravel the mystery of the curse before Mary undergoes an operation that will silence her voice permanently.
FTM
"Hey, Jeffrey, what's this mp3 Shambleau? It's the only thing that sounds mysterious."
"Classic science fiction - a cautionary tale, which, Susie, I've duly noted. Great to listen to in bed with the lights out."
"What else do you like to do in bed with the lights out, Jeffrey?"
"Well, best of all, I like to drift off to the Shipping Forecast - read by one of the female announcers."
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