We set out after dressing Valentine in a large robe and mask. At the gate, one guard questioned it, but Master told her to remove her mask, and seeing what was beneath it, they immediately apologized and said she could put the mask back on… I assume Master was playing some visual trick on their mind.

We stood over the fallen tiger lady… she seemed to still be breathing, at least.

Master stared off into the distance with a slight smile and a sort of vacant expression.

I blinked… I hadn’t seen that look on her since she switched places with me. “...you okay there, Master?”

“Shhh, quiet, trying to think, Master.” From her superior tone, I gathered she hadn’t meant to say ‘Master’… actually, maybe she had said my original name instead, whatever that was. Maybe I should try to read her lips next time… but how would I even know when or if there would be a next time?

The Doomsday Protocol

A Horizon Fan Fiction

by

E. E. Nalley

March 15^th , 3040

So mom really didn’t get upset or mad about anything but she did let you know if she was not happy and her personal lipstick collection was one of them.

Being a very curious little boy and mesmerized by her lipstick I would always find myself looking through her lipstick collection.

Little boy’s can never put anything back correctly or organized we’re just too focused on the prize and her lipsticks being in a pretty tube I would twist those amazing lipsticks out of their tube and spend my time enjoying all the different and wonderful colors and scents.

Halloween Romance
Sequel to
Mischief Night Magic
Part Five: A Cup Of Poison

I felt my hips starting to sway this way and that, all in tune with the music the dj was playing as I waited for my vampire to return with my requested cup of spiked punch. As I waited, I felt small beads of sweat starting to roll down my body, making my costume sticking to me. And I could feel the effects of the alcohol taking hold of me. I was sure I was starting to catch the first rising curls of a buzz.

Pete's football uniform didn't seem to fit the same as it used to....

Hi everyone, before I continue I would like to give a little view into my life at that time.

Mom, what can I say she was a wonderful mother very supportive of everything my sister and I did with all the love she had.

My sis was 3 years older than me and being a real jock she had her own group of friends and from what vibe I got from her she wanted nothing to do with me especially when mom and I were exploring my other side, of course mom always tried to kept it out of sight so nobody got uncomfortable to a certain point as you will see, she was a great mom.

Being about 5 or 6 I was mesmerized by my mother’s black patent purses and her lipsticks also my sister’s black patent Mary Janes, any chance I had I would go into her closet and reacquaint myself with those beautiful patent little girl shoes.

I would pick them up to get a closer look feeling the shiny smooth patent leather and playing with the buckle just in amazement of how pretty they were, if time allowed I would take them back to my bedroom to wear them.

When a nerdy crossdresser’s female college roommate gets a cat, it drags his deepest secret out before her, and she responds far more positively than he could have ever imagined!

That is Me
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

That is me, holding the vodka tonic in a plastic cup, which is how they serve drinks in that shitty bar. And that is his fat-ass girlfriend striding off in a huff behind me. Because he fell for me, and he could not hide it.

Diva Dismayed: Chapter 8 – Decision time

Returning to the diagrams on the computer screen, I told them, "This is important. I think I need to call the FBI."

"Okay, fine," Cleo agreed. "But I'm sure they're sleeping now. You can call them in the morning."