I'm afraid this is the last chapter for now. There is one short 'spin off' story called 'Martina's story' and I will post this in a few days once I've run through it to see that there are no contradictions with these new later chapters of Skipper.

Martina's Story was also written way back in 2007 (If I remember correctly.) So I'll have to read through it and cross reference it with Skipper!

A Perfect Opportunity

Walter Grip woke to hear the song again. He had heard it every night since he came to this town two nights ago. This time, he was determined to follow it to its source.

He put on a heavy coat to protect him from the chilly Martian night air. Stepping out of the hotel he had been staying at, he looked up into the clear night sky and noticed that the blazing Earthstar had risen, and had a moment of silent sadness for his birthplace.

Told a tale on me................

Lipstick on your collar

by WannabeGinger

(with apologies to Connie Francis)

A CHANGE OF STYLE PART 3

by NINA ADAMS

In the 3rd of four parts, Alex goes to the High School costume dance with Roxanne. Roxanne convinces him to go as a cheerleader and Alex’s evening does not go as he planned.

The journey takes him places few boys have the opportunity to experience. His gradual acceptance of his changes helps enrich his life, but forces him to make some complex choices.

Nutrisystem for Women
by Valentine

**I saw one too many commercials for Nutrisystem one night and this is the result.**

Last time...
After drying myself off I put on the panties, which were surprisingly comfortable. I threw on the robe and stepped out into the bedroom to find that Aunt Karen had apparently been down here again because...

I trailed off when I heard the door open. Marcie and I turned to look at the door and found her mother standing there, looking very angry. "What is going on here, Marcie?! I told you not to open the door for anybody!"

Dreaming of Cheers Standing Up to Life: Book 3 Part 9 of 23 by Tiffany Shar

Intro by Carla Ann

“Tiffany, I’ve asked you how everything is going with people and the activities you’re involved in, but you haven’t mentioned how you are coping with everything.” She emphasized the ‘you,’ when she asked that.

“Well, better than I was last year,” I started. “Way better than last year… I have a lot of friends now, and I’m not getting picked on every day.” I saw her eyes boring into me looking for something else. “Alright, I don’t know how I’m doing right now.” I told her honestly.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Well for one I’m really tired of everyone guessing I’m five if I wear the wrong clothes.” I told her hesitantly. I was sure my parents had filled her in with everything anyway, “Tuesday was pajama day. Mom and I had found some cute pajamas with feet on them that would fit Amy and me, so we wore them for pajama day. We really did look cute dressed like that, and I was having a lot of fun with it. That was until the sub in English class thought that I was someone’s little sister that had come them to school that day.”

I was really surprised Dr. Reynolds didn’t laugh about it, but I continued, “Then the next day the whole squad was wearing shortalls and our hair done in pigtails and I looked to be about five again. One of my best friends even brought a doll to school to play a joke on the sub that we’d had. I don’t think she knew that it really upset me though. I’m not five, I’m twelve! Amy has grown about five inches here in the last couple months, but I’m still the same height I was last year. It’s good for cheerleading stuff because people can toss me so easily… but…” I was doing my best to not go into tears over all of this. “as long as we’ve got my puberty stopped then I won’t be doing much growing. That’s all on top of the fact that I’m never going to be able to have periods like my friends… and I’m stuck with this stupid thing between my legs,” I told her with a great deal of exasperation. “I’m so tired of having to look at it, or hide it, every time I turn around. I know you can’t do anything about it till I’m eighteen – but I wish it could be gone now!” I had gone to tears now.

Kim Cho was one of the best agents available. He was also one of the youngest. This was both good and bad for him, especially when he was assigned to work as a bodyguard at St. Genevieve's Preparatory School for Gifted Young Women.

Prep School Bodyguard
Copyright 2010 by Heather Rose Brown
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"Honey, what's wrong?" he asked as I felt the doorknob turn.

I panicked and yelled at the closed door, "YOU STAY THERE AND DON"T COME OUT! I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU OPEN THE DOOR!"

Just then, I felt the doorknob being turned again from the other side, "I MEAN IT!"

"OK, OK. I'll wait. Wrong day of the month?" he asked from the other side of the door.

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I had thought about doing this sort of thing before, but never had the opportunity or the nerve to do it. Yes this was my chance to dress as a woman, without being a weirdo or pervert.