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Guy Tregaskis stepped onto the porch of the large suburban home and paused for a moment to feel its force. He considered that all homes with any age carry a force, made up of the people who built it and the people who occupied it, and perhaps even those who occupied the land before the house was built.
Adrenaline surged...daring every sensory organ in my body to absorb the tiniest nuances of my first day out in public dressed as a woman. I touched the velvety skin on my wife's arm. "I'm so lucky!"
"Lucky?" Nicole shook her head in obvious bewilderment. "You've always wanted to be a woman," she had accurately said nearly eight months ago.
Xabriar gripped the copper bowl full of dark water, his knuckles white around its edge, and forcibly restrained himself. The tools of his trade were becoming more valuable to him by the day, and this one let him see more of the distant goings on than most. He left it on the bench and stalked across the room, muttering to himself.
James came into the room carrying two cups of coffee. He was now wearing a robe. Behind him was a woman dressed in a maid’s uniform. James said, “Darling this is Barbara, She is your maid and she will be doing everything for you.”
Barbara said, “I am pleased to be of service to you ma’am.”
I woke the next morning; Mom was busy feeding my brother.
Mom saw I was awake an invited me to suck from her as well. I asked mom about when and how I could become a girl. Mom said as far as she knew it was not possible till I was eighteen and it involved hormones and surgery. I moved closer to mom and began to suck on her breast. I just loved the taste of mom’s milk. Later my brother began to doze off again and mom laid him down beside her and turned her attention to me. Mom said I would also love to have some to suck from my breasts.
Written by Dauphin Alex is a girl! Why is society so cruel that they cannot accept this? "A typical theme in a Dauphin story about a boy that is different and feels weird and alone. I just wanted to give the boy a hug " Diana "This was written after the flower story, and is quite the opposite. I am surprised how many can relate to it" Dauphin
Spells R US- The Ghost of Rhule Manor
By Alexander Kung
Can a spirit convince someone the value of life? After a bad string of bad luck, Jackson Browne felt he had nothing to live for. As he prepared to end his life, a chance encounter with the Spells r’ Us Wizard forces him to postpone. Will it be enough?
He whirled around quickly catching Lanzerus' mace before it met with the back of his head. “I have analyzed every strike, every pose and every little nuance of you. I have been watching from the very beginning when you first walked into my families general shop and told me to come with you or lose out on something great.”
Some have requested that Katrina's story continue. If you want to see this through, let me know!
The email addresses are made up!
To: [email protected]
From: Kat432578@ gmail.com
Re: 3 days and Counting!
Hey, Marisa! I don’t have anything to do on this booooring flight, so I thought I would write a letter to you. I’ll email it when I get settled in after I land.
CHAPTER 95
So it was, two weeks later, as I struggled to zip up the skirt of the slate-grey suit I had chosen for the ceremony. Low heels to match, and of all things Eric had insisted I wear a bloody hat, some stupid thing of stiff net and dangles.
George, Georgie or Georgann Was going to find conflict at work, a new love and a return to old habits. I was known by different names by different people.
It was December 1969 I had been living in Los Angeles for 2 months. The allure of women's clothes was to strong to resist. I had started wearing panties again and secretly dressing at night. I had some inexpensive panties purchased at a 5/10 store and 2 skirts and slacks purchased in a consignment store. I was lonely and wanted someone to hold and be held by.
We began the walk up the aisle. Beverly, the flower girls and ring bearer followed us. I was feeling good about myself and began to smile as I saw all the people who were there to see me. I had accepted my fate and was determined to be a good wife and serve my husband. As we proceeded up the aisle I could hear comments from the people. They were saying thing like “He makes a pretty bride.” All of the people knew I was a male in transition to become a female. It was beginning to happen quite often in our society.
At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 54 Two sisters together
‘Exactly what do you recall?’
‘Well she said that they had thought I was dead and then Aunt Judith passed away and at the same time I seemed to stir as if I’d come back to life…..do you believe that really happened.’
‘Yes it is possible . But doctors were in the middle of an emergency operation and they could have just made a mistake. But what else did she say before that?’
‘I can’t remember exactly.’
Melanie Brown brings us one of her sexy sci-fi romps in Valor, the story of a hapless lieutenant who keeps saving the day by being turned into a bimbo by the enemy.
John was pissed that he died on the beach at Normandy.
It was June 6, 1944 and to say Private John Burton was unhappy would be an understatement. Even though he had heard General Eisenhower's speech on the radio, he really wanted to be elsewhere. Not that he wasn't a red-blooded American and not that he didn't grasp the importance of the mission. It's just that he was convinced there was a German bullet with his name on it. It was a feeling he just couldn't shake. All the trouble his parents went through to raise him, scolding him into good behavior, getting onto him to make good grades. And then all the money and effort Uncle Sam went through to prepare and train him for this exact moment, everything his life was moving towards would come to a wasted end on a beach in France he'd never heard of. He just knew it. And he was mightily annoyed about it.
Being annoyed couldn't describe how John felt when not even ten feet from the landing craft onto the sands of the beach before being cut down by German machine gun fire. Talk about being angry as he fell onto the sand...
And then even more angry when he woke up in another time and place as a naked teen girl...
Faced with the need to pick a thesis topic, amid the turbulent sixties, Gerald looks to solve the mysteries of the female gender by disguising himself as one of them. In a world faced with the assassination of Martin Luther King and the Southeast Asia Conflict, can a man successfully pretend to be a college co-ed and discover the secrets of how women think? Gerald has read all the pertinent sociology textbooks and has a list of questions he will seek to answer, but is he asking the right questions? And, once he understands women, what decisions will he make about himself?
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