Which Witch is Which Again
By Jesse Rabbit

“What do you mean you can’t fix it?” I practically yelled at one of the sweetest, kindest, nicest old ladies in this or any other universe.

She blinked at me in her somewhat near-sighted way, sipped her cocoa, and shook her head sadly. “Are you sure you don’t want any hot-chocolate, Andy? Its lovely and warm.”

“Aunty Claire,” I half-groaned, half-growled. “I hate chocolate… and I don’t want to be a girl.” I barely resisted the urge to tell her to stop calling me Andy, a nickname I’ve always hated.

Events conspire against a successful young woman with a dark painful past. She is forced to confront her frightening past that she has been running away from her whole adult life.

Which Witch is Which
By Jesse Rabbit

Fate likes to laugh at us. Simple fact of life. It likes to put us through our paces, put snakes in our beds just to see us jump and bananas on the sidewalk just to see us fall down. Fate is laughing pretty hard at me right now.

My name is Andrew Steven Parker. I’m sixteen. I’ve got two, count ‘em, two little sisters; Gracie who’s fourteen and Megan who’s six. Gracie used to look up to me, while Megan used to think I was pretty much useless. It wasn’t that long ago… last week to be specific.

Chapter 09

The Sun begins to hesitantly peek from below the horizon, cautiously casting it's gaze upon the land only to discover that two young Feline sisters have dramatically outpaced it, well on their way to fun and adventure in the shopping district of Percoin. They have arrived there even as many of the shops are only just beginning to prepare for a day of enticing passers by to come within to spend their money. The sisters stop here and there to obtain small items of comfort or occasionally a little food to chew, or drink to break their thirst.

Alis, the King and Queen’s personal healer examined Deirdre with a slight smile on her face while watching other disrobe. “You have changed a lot, Your Grace, since I last examined you.”

“True enough.” Deirdre agreed with a hint of resignation in her voice, but suddenly smiled. “But it has put me together with my soulmate, so I suppose I shouldn’t complain, should I?”

Global Synthetic Developments UK Ltd. (GSD) is a fictitious UK company that will feature in a number of my stories.

Sometimes team sports can be a real challenge for someone who isn't athletically gifted. Of course, how much fun you have could depend on the team you're on.

Team Player

Copyright 2010 by Heather Rose Brown
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The association started by accident really. Two gay friends, one Gareth a big rugby player, who played at a pro level, and runs a successful property business and has a very confident almost arrogant attitude but is smart enough to know how to use charm to get what he wants. The other Max, is completely the opposite, slight build, did cross country as a schoolboy and knew how to compete but stopped when he left school. His hero is his mother, she has always been there for him, worked to fit around his childhood, was always a stylish woman he was proud to be seen with as he grew past those awkward puberty years. His work career had never really taken off, college qualifications in media studies does not help in the real world, his interests were in art and creating visually interesting effects. When he meet Gareth he was working at a supermarket check out.

The association was formed with the intention of allowing suitable men to live as women. The association takes the attitude that 'if a job is worth doing, it is worth doing well', with this in mind all members shall be required to present and live a full female lifestyle. This does not necessarily mean an ultra feminine look, but at the very least definitely feminine.