Fizzy

Love hearts have just a bit of that soda in them so when they are eaten they fizz. I love that feeling, even the taste I still do. I like those little ‘Lotsa-fizz’ candies too and pop rocks are fun and I even like those paper candy discs called UFO’s that were filled with fizzy powder.

But nothing beats my Love hearts.

Why?

It’s the first candy that I ever had that was something meant for me.

The real me.

Becoming Me

Part 1:Either/Or

Darkness, a mouth that felt like used sandpaper. Pain.

That's what I woke up to 5 long years ago. Would I change what's happened to me?

Call you mommy; are you serious honey? Part 4
By Princess Panty boy

An undercover agent's worst fear occurs and Patricia must change the rules of the game to survive. Themes and Elements listed apply to entire story, Rating to this submission. Thanks to Marina Kelly and Robyn Hoode for editorial assistance.

A man is feminized by his wife and his business partner and framed for embezzlement. Can he survive the humiliations his wife intends to subject him to and start a new life?

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X-Why-Me… Chapter 17

Chapter 17

*Before…

Emily grinned back. “My mom does want to get to know you more we could have supper and an in house date.”

“In house date?”

“I found out we can watch that Buffy show on Net flicks together.”

“It’s a date then.”

……………………The bell rang to get back to classes, and they all got up and left together as a loose sort of group but one that was trying to be there for each other.

Emily smiled a little and took Kira’s hand once they were clear of the crowd. “Walk you to class?”

Kira smiled at her. “Please that’d be really nice actually.”

*And Now…

“Ashley was known as Jack. Once, Jack was following me when three boys jumped him and beat him up badly. Jack was the one charged with fighting and destroying property. Authorities asked me if I would take responsibility for Jack, because they know I have helped people coming off the streets. But I have only worked with girls. So I told them if Jack were a girl I would have been willing to be a foster parent. I didn’t expect Jack to become Ashley.”

An old story of mine from 1997, Are We Not Men? is an obvious homage to H.G.Wells The Island of Dr. Moreau - with a TG twist, of course. As with Embers, this is submitted in it's original form, warts and all. Please enjoy this Halloween treat.

WayZim.
October 31, 2013

Carlie has sissy predispositions, but overcomes difficulties with love, courage and increasing self-awareness. In this chapter, the storm hits.

Chapter 12

Mom dropped me off in the usual place, right in front of school. She waved as she drove off. Today I wore a girl’s T, another mini skirt and the cutest flat sandals that showed the polish Mom and I did the night before. Kurt was waiting for me by the front door. I didn’t know anyone could smile so brightly.

“Wow, you look gorgeous,” he said.

I blushed and said, “Thank you.”

“I’ll walk you to class,” he said, taking my hand and intertwining our fingers.

Surprise! another Halloween themed story from me, seems my muse hates my guts or something. This is a series of another world of mine, something just a bit left of center from where we are. Standard disclaimers apply. This one is just a touch dark, and likely to get darker, but hopefully it'll be interesting enough.