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Against his better judgement, a man gives his wife a very feminine piece
of lingerie for their anniversary. She does not appreciate the gesture and makes
an offer that he takes her up on.
The next story I'm going to share with you was told to me by Junior Scoutmaster Emma Jeanette Pierce. I'm also going to confess I went a little overboard with the name of the story. I don't apologize for it at all though, mostly because it conjures up perfectly the vibe I want to capture with these stories.
The Ghostly Dancer at the Annual Cotillion Ball
Told By
Emma Jeanette Pierce
Ich hatte schon immer eine Leidenschaft für Hunde, habe bisher aber nie selbst einen gehabt.
Wenn es nach mir ginge, dann würde ich mir einen Golden Retriever zulegen, um ihm dann ein gutes Herrchen zu sein.
Doch leider spielt meine Freundin da nicht mit.
Zwar mag auch sie Hunde und findet auch den Rüden unseres Kumpels toll, ebenfalls ein Golden Retriever, aber für sie selbst kam bisher nie ein eigener Hund infrage.
As the girls of the former Hanks Gang serve their 60 days at the Eerie Saloon, they begin to adjust to their new bodies and make new lives. This being the Old West, there's also a shootout, poker games, and a kidnapping.
Wilma, Jessie and Bridget have new opportunities but old ways of thinking, especially thinking of themselves as men, are hard to break. It's all a question of learning the new rules for how to live as women.
I’d been lucky with my purchases, getting four beautiful skirt suits in different colors as well as some good blouses, shoes, and more lingerie. I was also very lucky to pick up a ski jacket in bright pink for when the winter really kicked in.
Friday, I dressed in one of my outfits that I knew Josie liked seeing me in, to pick her up. She must have been watching for me because I had hardly got out of the car when she came out of the house to hug me. “Edie, I so missed you. Wait until I get you in bed, tonight.”
Story 1: Expecting
A Christian Feminization Story
By Maryanne Peters
I want to tell all sinners and sodomites of the kind that I once was, about the joys of womanhood and motherhood. I confess that I had my doubts, but my parents were worried sick about my soul in the life everlasting. But I now understand. You have to be a parent, or an expecting parent, to truly understand the love that parents have for their own children.
Seventeen - it's a birthday overshadowed by its predecessor and successor and Gaby's looks set to follow that pattern. There are however big decisions to be made, should she grab life by the horns and experience everything it has to offer or take the more conservative, safer route through life. This volume, the 26th in the Gaby series has all the elements of classic Gaby, bike riding, teenage angst, developing relationships, grist to the mill for our heroine as life in the Ahrtal ticks on.
CHAPTER 9
The tent’s flysheet was soaking when I woke, but with dew rather than downpour. Our little spot was to the East of the rock pile that held the shelter, so the sun was already having an effect on the moisture. I wriggled into my breeks and shirt before slithering out, standing barefoot on a rock before stepping sockless into my boots. Nature was calling in an urgent way, and once I had disposed of that night’s wine I pulled the kettle out of my rucksack ready for Caro’s wake-up drink.
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?
Molly walked leisurely down the paved path that snaked through the woods. It was almost dusk, and she enjoyed taking these early evening strolls after particularly hard days at work, which it certainly had been.
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.
He was just an every day criminal on the run from the cops when a strange dog with a mouth full of stars ripped that life away from him, and he was reborn as Belladonna, a young girl in a fantasy world. When he died, an old woman explained that this was the Way of the Wolf, and that nothing could be done. With a splitting headache, and her vision full of galaxies, Bella must navigate her new world, and discover just what the Way of the Wolf is.
It was morning, and I had just put my clothes on. Master had watched me the entire time with a languid smile, which didn’t make me exactly more comfortable when doing it, but given that she clicked her tongue at me when I tried to hide my body, I did my best not to actually cover myself up… although I did at least try to angle her at an angle that would be less revealing, since I doubt she’d figure that out just from the angle.
“Probably not, but you do remember I can hear your thoughts, right?” Fuck.
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.
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“They’re captives, but they’re still people. People with hopes, dreams, fears . . . . If Cleo’s mother loses her only remaining child, she will suffer, and that suffering will be real to her.”
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.
This was NANA’s anniversary, or the weekend closest to it, anyway, and there was a big party. The magical members cast a special spell for the event. Anybody in town who didn’t know about powers would simply not be interested in what was going on in the park, on top of the usual spell that would cause them to not see anybody flying or with green skin or whatever. So it was an event where people could let out their powers in public more than they normally could.
After lunch the other girls left. Pet and Emily would be coming back Friday afternoon -- but we wouldn’t see the others until we met at the Dude for our last show for some time. They had booked another band for a three-month stint.
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!
Life and Love are far more complicated than we can possibly understand. For one young cop, a journey of self-discovery will teach them that true strength was inside them all along.
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.
There's something in the water, no literally! Some THING huge and ugly with destruction on its mind.
It's a fight that's going to require the best the community of masks can muster -- a gathering of heroes like no one has seen before! The call goes out, the threat will be met -- for the world is in
She knew how to treat him - exactly as he deserved...
He made his living meeting women and giving them what they wanted. But what did the woman in the Mercedes want and would he be willing to give it? And if he did, what would he become.
An erotic tale of lust, greed and transformation on the Gilded Coast as a young man looking for a sugar mama finds out what life is like as an object of desire.
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