Becoming Chloe Part 1 of 3
by Cindy Johnson ([email protected])
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It was about a year ago when Kate was putting my dry cleaning away when she noticed 'the box' and that's when the changes started. She found my secret stash of women's clothing and made me explain in detail why I would hide this from her. Since the box contained every feminine item you can think of in my size along with size-9 high heels, there was no escaping a truthful answer.

Fantasy Realized
Cindy Johnson ([email protected])
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My name is Wilson and the story you are about to read is true and it has been an amazing journey...

Sunday Morning
I woke up to a discrete knocking on my door. My first fuzzy thought was that at least my head wasn't pounding like the door did yesterday. So call me stupid, but I stumbled to the door and opened it wearing just my pajamas.

Georgi was in year eleven and just turned sixteen. She played the bassoon and was into chemistry. She was intelligent, played netball, wrote scifi and fantasy, loved dancing and made a lot of her own clothes which was understandable as she was six foot four, hugely bosomed and bottomed and had very wide shoulders.

The Power of the Goddess
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

My father was involved in outsourcing work in India. He was in discussions with a large business in the South of that country – in a place called Kollam.

Having learned of her blood connection to Bab's, Lola now has to negotiate the delicate issues that arise between her and her adoptive sisters. She is determined to reassure them that nothing has changed between the four girls but she has yet to tell Bab's about the blood connection because Bab's is still very frail after the surgery.

Sissys Reckoning

By Julia Michelle
an abused stepson sissy returns for a little payback to those who took her life as a boy
Warning. This is a very violent story with extreme cruelty, torture and murder. Stephania is not the typical sissy.

Devotee
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

My son JJ had always had a spiritual side.

I came from a religiously family and reacted against it. I would not call myself an atheist. I guess that I have always felt that I had a personal god – somebody to talk to in moments of crisis, to ask the question ‘why?’, or to shout at in moments of frustration. My wife too, came from a devout home. They were Catholics and when she married me and moved away from her family she chose not to connect with the local church. So, both our boys were raised without religion.

It's been awhile! For the last few years, life's journey has been taking absolutely everything I have to give it. However, I have cranked out this modern take on the theme of the Fates messing with your life, thrusting you into the kind of situation that makes you feel trapped and teaching you the harsh lesson that control is an illusion. Writing about that metaphorically was a great exercise that I thoroughly enjoyed. I hope you enjoy this story!

THE PRESENT

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BETH AND GREENSWARD
“You don’t have to let go of my hand if you will not, Greensward,” Beth telt him.

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MORGELLE AND TUYERE
Morgelle’s life was improving, and she could now think of Caoilté with regret, rather than the crushing unhappith of before.

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TURNER AND OTDAY THE WAGGONER’S APPRENTICE
Turner was, Otday discovered, taciturn and, when she did spaek, surly.

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WARBLER AND JED
“Jed, doet you have aught to do with Otday apprenticing to Turner? For to start with he doetn’t wish to leave the Keep and then suddenly he couldn’t leave fast enough, and you doet say if he doetn’t will to go he’d have to be maekt to will to.”

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.

Chapter 8

By Penny Reed Cardon

The question Tegan now ponders is 'Can there be a love triangle when one of the two people thinks there are three people involved?' Further, just how more can her life get complicated since drinking at the wrong pub, the peddler, Marie-Anne and unfortunately her/himself have caused her to be too far gone from his previous days as Thomas.

Tommy
The Trials and Tribulations of a Girl?
A Novel By Teddie S.

Copyright © 2017, 2018, 2019 & 2020 Teddie S.
All Rights Reserved.

Chapter 227

Why is she here?
Ajie, she needs to talk to you.
Zimm answers the question.
Home for Christmas or not?

Miss Pratt, you don't belong in his class. ~o~O~o~ Mrs. Woodall just might be the answer. ~o~O~o~ Maybe Ajie is the answer. ~o~O~o~ What kind of Eagle? ~o~O~o~ Then maybe it's Dean Vickie. ~o~O~o~ Why are we talking about Christmas?

 
 

New Tale to Tell
Chapter 4
by Justin M.
Copyright © 2020 Justin M. All rights reserved.

“Really? All five of you just to kick my ass? I’m flattered.” ... Jonathan has had enough. Without a word he abruptly stands up and moves straight into the group right at Jason. He doesn’t give a damn and the devil-may-care look on his face shows it.

Let me introduce you to my grandmother - my mother's mother. I had another one, Dad's mother, that you'll hear about later, but she had died when I was very young.

A cryogenic experiment, A brave volunteer starts to dream about being the opposite sex. Is it malfunctioning equipment or intentional or something entirely different all together.

By Friday morning things had settled down a bit. My parents had recovered from the Birds and Bees session, even if I was still mulling it over. At thirteen I was too young to maunder, but mulling was good practice for later in my life.

When my parents got home, I somehow managed to convince them that I hadn't spent the afternoon doing something that was, well, considered perverted back then. Not that they asked, but there wasn't much of anything else on my mind. Heck, a lot of people still consider it perverted right now in 2020.

New Tale to Tell
Chapter 3
by Justin M.
Copyright © 2020 Justin M. All rights reserved.

It’s in one of the practice rooms he finds what he didn't know he was looking for. A baby grand. With the door closed he sits at the bench, his hand caresses then lifts the key lid. “Only a scale or two”, he thinks. But fingers guided by his heart betray him.

Raven and Clair were entangled with one another in bed. Raven was on top of Clair with one leg in between Clair’s leg and she had her head tucked in the nook of Clair’s shoulder. The two of them had enjoyed each other’s bodies for a while.

What came as a surprise, was Clair getting a small amount of milk from Raven’s breasts. She had sucked on Raven breasts several times before. However, this time was different. Raven’s breasts had produced a mouthful of breast milk. It had surprised Raven like it did Clair.

New Tale to Tell
Chapter 2
by Justin M.
Copyright © 2020 Justin M. All rights reserved.

From the corner of his eye he can see the girl tighten up and hide her nose in the textbook. Sniffs a moment later tell him the words had their intended effect. A sound he's become too familiar with these past months. He makes a mental note to find out who the voice belongs to.