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Life has some certainties, birth and death of course, but the rest is a mix of Minestrone and Spaghetti, some of which we have no direct influence over. We can however decide whether we want Parmesan or other seasoning, we can give Gnochi a try, doesn't mean we'll like it but at least we'll know. Gaby has reached just such a point in her life, she knows she likes Pizza, she's not averse to Spaghetti or Lasagne but is Gnochi for her? The Gnochi in this case is doing the singing with BlauHase on a more serious level, as a 'hobby' its fine but could this be a change of career? Well you don't find out without trying so that's just what our heroine is about to find out in this, the 27th book of the Gaby saga.
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
Douglas Deaper was found in his bloody bed. His limp hand clasped the grip of the Colt .45 in his limp hand, the barrel was in his mouth. Hickstown chief of police Seth Poole was indicted for conspiracy and promptly resigned. The remaining junior/senior high phys-ed teachers, while not guilty of abuse, were implicated...
The hose flops out of the tub and I hold Happy with one hand and reach for the hose with the other. Happy takes this opportunity to make a break for it but I corral him again and lead him back to the hose and begin to rinse him off. Finally the shampoo is gone, Happy is clean, and I’m nearly soaked. He picks this time to shake off the excess water, so by now I might as well have gotten into the tub with him.
“We wouldn’t mind a lift to the S-Bahn.” Roni allowed giving me a hug.
“No probs, I get a few more minutes with gorgeous here.”
Yuck — I think? He is kind of cute if a lad who stands nearly twenty centimeters taller than me can be cute? Anyway, I’m not interested in boys am I, I am a boy - I think?
So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young
His wife hated his crossdressing, but days before his birthday she purchased him a full transformation at a local salon as a present.
Maybe she would give into to his desires to dress-up, or did she have other plans for him?
After being forced to stay overnight in her remote cottage, David
accompanies Elaine to the music festival. Their day out is a turning
point for them both.
It felt like I was floating on air as I carried my make-up kit into the bathroom. I also brought along some products for my soon to be long and silky hair. I spread them about automatically, adjusting them as the strengthening girl voice in my head commanded me to. I even slung the push-up bra and a pair of no-line panties I wanted to wear after the change over my bath towel. Erin was preparing my house to suit her needs knowing that she would be unleashed again very soon. Aaron, on the other hand, was growing weaker as the day progressed. Somehow, knowing that the coming transformation was unavoidable allowed me to accept it.
I stood in front of the double storage closet, nervous with excitement. Although I had looked through the clothes before me on a number of occasions, and even tried some of them on, this was the first time that I would be able to take them out and wear them for an extended period of time without discovery.
In the village where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
Still you never see the change from day to day
And no-one notices the customs slip away
Late last night the rain was knocking at my window
I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
I thought I saw down in the street
The spirit of the century
Telling us that we're all standing on the border
A senior detective makes a visit to a lonely marshland
cottage while following up a new lead in a 30-year-old murder case.
Needless to say, his visit does not go as he anticipated.
Upstairs, we tell them we have two gowns selected downstairs and are up to look at furs. They call down and receive the tentative ticket number and total value of the gowns then we begin.
“Have you owned a good fur before?”
“No. These will be my first. I need them, as I will be attending a large number of social functions during the next year.”
“I see. Perhaps we should look at the various furs and learn the differences in texture and care before you make a decision as to those you would like. We should also go into the styles in which they are available, such as capes, jackets and coats, short or long.”
“Well what do we have here” she asked me as she wasted no time in her approach.
She walked right over to my bed and had a seat while pulling off my blankets. She took her key from her neck and unlocked my chastity device. She was not very gentle in her methods of removing it either.
I am a berdache, man-woman shaman of the Sioux. I walk by night along the roadside in answer to a crow-summons from my clan chief. I am wanted at the clan home on the Black Mountains Reservation to the west. This is a tale from my journey.
Remember the episode of HAPPY DAYS where Fonzie battled Mork from Ork? In this version, the Fonz still wins, but he doesn't get off as easily as he expected to.
Synopsis:What exactly happened to the students and faculty of Augusta High School, Bigg's Manufacturing and Erin's Cyclery after Drew and his friends went back home to Warsop at the end of the Cultural Exchange Program? This story will attempt to answer those questions.
by Andrea Lena DiMaggio
Thanks to Jill for your help!
Un giorno sa, per noi verra
La liberta di amarci qui senza limiti
E fiorira il sogno a noi negato
Si svelera l'amor celato ormai
Un giorno sai, per vivere
La vita che ci sfugge qui
A time for us, some day there'll be
When chains are torn by courage born of a love that's free
A time when dreams so long denied can flourish
As we unveil the love we now must hide
A time for us, at last to see
A life worthwhile for you and me
“Campbell!” I heard someone say behind me. I was then spun around out of my control. I ended up face to face with Johnny Crawford.
Emily gasped and my heart skipped a beat! He was staring at me like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing! He’d made the connection! He knew I was Sarah Carerra!
Baseball players are the most superstitious of all athletes. Andy has played baseball his entire life and is currently a Minnesota Twin in the twilight of his career. The Twins win a game after Andy shaves his leg for the first time. When the players decide that there is a causal relationship between Andy becoming more feminine and winning games -- all heaven breaks loose.
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