Atalanta's Story Chapter Two.Written by Katelyn and edited by William Durr.

The ratings are for some suggestive language.I tried to show how a mother might react to a spontaneous sex change and walk a tight rope between being too explicit and not being too harsh. I may have erred. If I did please let me know.

In this chapter Atalanta has a lot to learn about being female but then so does her mom has to learn that she now has a daughter. I added an extra scene after my editor indicated that mom was being too tough on Atalanta. I believe the extra scene helps to flesh out her mom and explains her actions.

Masks Chapter 33

Chapter 33

*Before…

I’m scared.

Today was supposed to be stress free Me-day.

But…but if I’m ever to be with my friends and stuff shouldn’t their families get to know me? Used to me at least some before I come out?

Maybe see I’m just me before one of those other opinions goes around.

Deep breath…several.

Screw up my courage.

I’m going to go.

I need to take my own steps and be brave…brave enough to start being the real me.

I head downstairs. “Mom…Dad…?”

*And Now…

Equine Audition

By Paul Calhoun

The centaur concept is one I've been bouncing around in my head for longer than the unicorn story. It's one of the oldest ideas I've had that hasn't already been written out. It started with just a guy who buys a centaur costume with a mechanical back end for a party and finds a very realistic female top to go with it. I added bottoms later and planned on there being some seduction. Then I had the idea of the centaur being a guy in a girl costume with a machine back claiming to be TWO girls in a suit and that the rear girl was shy and getting people to interact with the shy girl while the front one had sexy times eventually leading up to tricking people into taking the shy girl's place because she'd 'gotten embarrassed.' All of this is still possible with the current ensemble, but I wanted something more. And so came the story that went about 10,000 words over what I'd planned.

Actual synopsis: An actor is invited to a costume party to audition for a prestigious theater and ends up going as a cute centaur dryad.

The following story is just that- a story- fiction. As such, all characters are fictitious and any similarities to persons living or deceased are purely coincidental. Some research has been done for authenticity and so I didn’t screw it up too bad. Just so I don’t receive nasty-grams from any WWII vets, the Balao class submarine, keel number 353, was never built. No military missions of this sort actually occurred in the areas at the dates specified.

Vital Statistics

“Honey, can you come here for a minute? “

“What is it, dear?”

“When ... did I get breasts?”

Long pause ...

‘Feminine Fit’
By Julie D Cole

Dress Code

A young man uses a protest against his school's dress code as an excuse to wear the dress he's always dreamed of.

by Czolgolz
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CHAPTER 8
She was in another floaty thing. I don't wear that sort of thing myself, but I can appreciate it on another woman. There's a lot of crap spouted about women like me, women like us. Who's the 'man', which one's the 'woman'? It's not like that, at least with me. I just find men odd. Not exactly repellent, not truly disgusting, but just wrong, profoundly so. I wondered whether that was how Sar had felt, from the inside?

10th century armour (Actual examples.)

Chapter 20

At the end of two months my parents, Sofia and I sat down for a meeting to decide what to do about her guarding me. The threat was gone and as much as I loved Sofia, there were times I wanted to be alone or with Cindy, just the two Musketeers, like it used to be.

Chapter *21*

On Your Own

The Peters weren't the first to leave, nor were they the last which allowed several of us to be distracted by the renewed activity on the boards. Several riders were whizzing around the boards, laughing and joking as they went, clearly comfortable with each other and the track, the only one I recognised was Chris Hoy. It was with very mixed feelings that I watched my cousin and her parents depart but any chance of regret was interrupted by my being addressed from behind.

CHAPTER 7
It turned into a good solid evening, enough beer passing my lips to relax my tensions but not so much that all carefulness went back to the bar with the empty glasses. Vicky was far more entertaining than I had expected her to be after the revelations in the toilets, but Siá¢n still seemed to be on guard, paying careful attention to everything Kev came out with. The man himself seemed to think that he was the centre of the world, as why else would three women be so rapt?

CHAPTER 6
Vicky stood up to hand the new arrival her drink.

“Sián, this is the bloke in question. Kevin. And his workmate, Elaine”