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After running out of the country club, Lilly and Lori finally catch up with Paul.
He really needs someone to talk to. This was a tough installment for me to get
through. I hope it was worth it for those who are enjoying the story.
With the encouragement of his wife and sister, Gerry tries on some foundation garments
to see if they make him look thinner. Unfortunately, they have the opposite effect.
Denise's diagnosis speaks to Brad's need to protect Jenny's future care and maybe gives him some insight into a few things regarding Denise. Everyone is pushing a want in these troubling times, is it possible everyone can get what they want?
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. Dear Readers, This is a coming-of-age tale to help celebrate the publishing of Wildcat Summer as a Kindle book. I have gone back and cleaned up the whole first version and continued. It's slow going, but I promise there will be more. I hope you continue to enjoy this offering, and thanks for your patience.
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Chapter Three
Pat, Sam, and Barbara form a highly malleable triangle. Fate steps in, and a small, not very happy boy becomes a pioneer. Will Pat even recognize himself when his destiny is complete?
A tale about deception in the 1950's advertising jungle. Imagine that!
Madeline becomes a trooper in the Revolutionary army determined to overthrow the evil regime of Pope Durden whilst Victoria returns to Durden City to spy for the Revolutionaries. Both of these women undertake important but dangerous missions in order to free the cis and trans women being persecuted by Pope Durden and his evil Commission.
The London drag club was not in the least CD, sorry seedy. The audience was quite sophisticated and the ambiance friendly and gay (in the original sense of the word). The artists were top of the range. They were not only beautiful but very talented as well. If some of them wore skimpy costumes that was not the only thing they had to offer. However, the star of the evening could not be accused of wearing skimpy attire, nor was “she” young and beautiful. The only way to describe the “Baroness” was outrageous.
Josie said that my introduction to the world of women started when we got back into the stable. She had me strip and then she lathered up my body and attacked me with a safety razor in the bathroom. I was then instructed to shower with her body wash and hair products. After I dried, I was given one of her nighties to wear.
“Isn’t this over the top?” I asked as I stood there looking stupid.
What would you do if you found out that you were the child of Lucifer and what is basically an immortal woman? Will you rale against Fate? Would you curse God for who your parents were? Would you face the oncoming battle for your soul with a smile? Would you curl up in a ball and hope that it was all a dream? That is the problem facing one young man as his reality changes.
Escape from Neverland
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters
Parker Ainsley Newhart was a pretty boy. There is no denying that. All the girls said it, and the boys would have to concede it, although they would never like to. To look like Parker did and be male, could be unsettling.
Chapter Two – She Ain’t Got a Pussy; She’s Got a Dick!
Madeline and Victoria have been Kidnapped by the Revolutionaries and brought to the secret stronghold of Freetown where they are introduced to the Revolutionaries' charismatic leader. Trans Comfort Girl Madeline is placed in a perilous position whilst cis woman Victoria is welcomed.
It was the weekend after our agreed on week was over. Every day of the next seven days and more, the cage on on me.
It was easy to clean, while still on. It wasn't visible from my trousers. It helped me tuck and get a smooth front. Best of all, it wasn't uncomfortable or painful during normal wear. It actually felt very secure.
But, every morning, it felt like my dick was in a very tight tube. I never could sleep in with the cage on. Every morning, I took a cold shower.
It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot bikini
That she wore for the first time today
An itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow polka dot bikini
So, in the locker, she wanted to stay
“Yes. Well, first of all, when the doctor got the results of Tracy’s blood test back, there was an issue. And her ultrasound thing.” Maggie said as she passed Shelly a baked potato, and took one for herself. She pushed the plate to her son. Tracy was serving Shelly a slice of meatloaf.
“The results from like two weeks ago?” William asked.
“Yes.” Maggie nodded.
“What issue? And does it pertain to Tracy’s....emotional problems?”
“It does. In fact, it was a big cause.” Maggie said. Tracy had passed her father the potatoes and Vance was getting a slice of meatloaf. Tracy had made enough for a second one, in case someone wanted seconds.
“The report they sent about Tracy’s hormone level that first time was wrong. They sent a copy of a boy with a similar name, he goes to Doc Addams too. They mixed up the results. Doc Addams found it and realized that on the eighteenth, Tracy got a second dose. Now it isn’t enough to start puberty, or so he thinks. But they are stopping the hormone shots.
“A second dose? Where did the first one come from?”
“Tracy.” Maggie stated.
Here's another Tracy. This one is a bit longer and we got some trouble brewing, hence the cautions.
This is a tale of hope and redemption as three women struggle to live in a dystopian war-ravaged future where the world’s female population has been decimated by a pandemic. The precious few remaining females are rounded up and made to serve in ‘breeding chambers’ to produce children. With very few females available to meet the desires of men a breed of transgender women known as Comfort Girls takes their place. But all is not as it seems. The ‘breeding program’ which was created to proliferate the female population appears not to be working. The leader of the new-order city-state is complicit and an anti-establishment revolutionary force suspect they know why and they intend to do something about it.
Sightseeing with the Practice Man (Part 1)
By Sabrina G. Langton
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Author's Note: Here is something I wrote a couple of years ago. A nice sexy story, an almost love story... maybe more about friendship and feelings than about love... I am hoping YOU read this on a beach, on line for a museum or at lunch waiting for friends to show up, and I hope YOU like it...
A 14-year-old boy named Lawrence wrote this letter to another boy, also 14, a few days after he returned from a two-week stay at a summer camp.
Dear Bruce,
During our time at camp, I wanted to tell you something, but I was too afraid to say anything then. I am scared now, but feel I HAVE to write this to you.
Diva Dismayed: Chapter 4 – All girls together
Rachel’s apartment was small. In addition to the bedroom, it had only a single living space which served as sitting room, kitchen and diner. I was thankful to be able to flop down into one of the two easy chairs while she busied herself making us both a much needed coffee. I was almost shaking with the stress of all that had happened.
“You need to sit still and try to unwind” was her assessment. Empathetic as ever, she sensed how mentally exhausted I must be after everything I’d been through that day.
When I first met Lucia, she had been wearing some pretty expensive clothes or at least the labels told me that they were way, way out of even my former spendthrift wife’s price range.
The Leader narrowed its pupils, just a bit... the equivalent of a slight smile for its species. The most important of the group were already supporting the plan. The others would go along, eventually. It sat back and let them plot and scheme, only occasionally asking a question or making a suggestion. Yes, this would work well...
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...
Pat, Sam, and Barbara form a highly malleable triangle. Fate steps in, and a small, not very happy boy becomes a pioneer. Will Pat even recognize himself when his destiny is complete?
A tale about deception in the 1950's advertising jungle. Imagine that!
George returned back to where he grew up still seeking that one place where he fits in. Never did he expect to find himself in a messy tangle of dark magics, ancient promises, and a power hungry hoodoo doctor. Just maybe if his crazed luck can just stay with him long enough, he'll finally find his place under the sun.
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