Chapter *13*

Cheering Stuff

Jess' routine wasn't long, maybe five minutes, forming just one part of a fifteen minute routine involving several other skaters. It was meant to be fun but even so she managed to include some pretty technical and intricate moves including a tricky blade walk that left me in awe of her skills. Despite what she'd said earlier there is just no way I could ever do stuff like that.

So here we are again; standard disclaimers apply. And now for a public service announcement.

*holds up a kitten*
My muse has convinced me...that lack of comments de-motivates her. Her whip is put away, and she is pouting.So please, tell me what you like, hate, or are ambivalent about. Tell me I suck. But please, write responses.( I mean really, nothing written in response to a villain idea so old and cliched it has been made into a sy fy movie of the week...multiple times?)

Save small furry creatures from the wrath of the voices in my head.

Thank you.

Voiceless

I must have been voiceless.

How else can I explain that no one heard me screaming?

You, my teacher, who got after me for being distracted.

The dad and husband goes home for the first time since he had a chemical accident that turned him into a little girl. the adventure continues I hope you enjoy

Pearl

By

Julie O

Edited

By

Itinerant

For Andrew Marx, running into his old girlfriend and her new lover, would change his life forever.

Jessica and cast return with more adventure. The Texas Ranger returns as well. Five uneventful years later Jessica and Ricky thought they put their problems with the law and the drug cartels behind them. The business of drugs and murder never stops and never forgives no matter how far one moves away. Jessica's friend was killed by those people. As Jess was holding Linda, who was covered in blood, the trained sniper inside her returned. Maybe he had never left!

We spent about an hour getting me all "dolled" up, by the time she was finished I looked like Kathy did when she was out searching for guys. Angel handed me an extra purse and pulled me along the hallway and into the garage. I looked down at myself into the cleavage that Kathy possessed, expanding out from the silky blouse that Angel made me wear. My now smooth legs extending from the impossibly short mini-skirt and perched on the sexy looking pumps that I was quickly and effortlessly walking in. I was afraid that I am getting too comfortable walking in those things... it wasn't right, I knew it wasn't right... but it felt so normal.

I found myself beginning to sit like a female, to gesture like a woman. Every part of my mannerisms were becoming more and more feminine... that was very troubling. We ate at a quaint little Italian restaurant and danced at a local pub until late in the evening. At first we were dancing together and I was surprised that I could move like Kathy did... she was an exceptional dancer, moving in an arousing and sexually stimulating way.

A warning to begin. I am not thinking of anything dumb, or stupid, or suicidal. What follows are thoughts that passed through what I laughingly refer to as my mind... nothing more or less than that. I felt that I needed to get them out where I could see them and examine what they might or might not mean. Please do not read anything into them that isn't there.

Islands

I stand alone.. surrounded by dots
dots that are island-like spots