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The transformation is complete and William is headed into the biggest
meeting of his career, wearing a suit that is tailored very differently
than the ones he usually wears. His change in wardrobe and persona force
both William and Kateri to reevaluate everything about themselves and
their relationship.
In this, the story finale, Quinn needs more help than he can imagine and
finds more than he ever expected. I cannot thank you all enough for
sticking with this series. Your comments, emails and general support has
been inspiring. I hope you enjoy this chapter, the series finale.
Vic Peltior and her partner only want to get on with their lives. Unfortunately for them, there are people who want them to do -- or be -- something else.
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Sataria’s Encampment, South Pacific Island:
Three shadowy figures use the night to their advantage as they move throughout the night quietly killing people. The people they killed didn’t stand a chance against them. Any magical wards that might have alerted the guards to their presence were deactivated with just a thought.
This is a story I did a few years ago and posted on Sapphire's. It's an attempt at Science Fiction and Adventure. At the time I wrote it, I had never read any of the Gor books. Now that I have, I'm surprised at some of the similarities.
The story is about Bill, who, through a travesty of justice gets involved with a dying boy. With the help of the boy's late uncle's writings, Bill is pulled into a strange, savage world.
Every geek’s fantasy is coming true. Superheroes, dragons, spaceships, giant robots, zombies, scantily clad French maids…they have all become real. It is miraculous that civilization has not plunged into total chaos.
What is causing this, and why?
Some nutcases think it is an alien invasion. Other nutcases think it is the beginning of the Apocalypse. Our three non-nutcase protagonists, however, just want to finish their college days in relative peace. Unfortunately, they are about to find themselves…
As Dolly chugged up the hill to the hospital, I wondered once again why Candice called me to help her Brian. I wasn’t an expert, I just wanted to be a girl–end of expertise...
“Certainly. Very few Americans in Saigon speak more than one, maybe two other languages and most of our agents are known or suspected by the other side so as they walk past the discussions change until they are gone again. The only reason I was able to hear them is they don’t think a woman is smart enough to know other languages nor to be a good intelligence conduit. During the one Embassy function I heard no less than four conversations regarding supplies being brought into South Vietnam from North Vietnam or Cambodia. About the only other thing I learned during the gala was to be careful of the French.”
This story was written for the 2009 Gabycon and involves Gaby (Drew) Bond, a velodrome and some bike races - oh and some dresses, shoes and so on. Oh just read the thing it's easier. Important: No bicycles were hurt during the making of this story. - Angharad
Just click on the link to go to Stardust and read the story. Comments are off here, leave your comments on StarDust. - Erin
"A better question, young lady, might be what are you doing in my son's apartment?"
With my mouth gaping wide, my brain seemed frozen, only able to focus on the minutia of the cataclysm about to unfold. I couldn't believe that he didn't recognize me. Apparently he didn't realize I was Sam.
I looked at her, now becoming very suspicious. Why the hell would they want me? Could she be sent by the Germans? But there it was, three passports, all real, staring on me at my table. I decided to play along for the time being and see what more surprises she had for me.
“Passports, I don’t need no stinking passports dear.” I said. “I can stay here as long as I want.” Smiling.
“No, you can’t.” She said. “The wehrmacht knows who you are now. They are going to get you exchanged.”
I don't know about you, but sometimes things just don't work out for me :)
So I'm stopping my writing now and then, not that I haven't ideas, just that another one sucks me in.
And I was really, really planning to write on those other stories I have, not here. But then this dumb muse knocked on the door again and my two braincells started to fight.
And yeah, the left one won.
So I wrote this one yesterday.
But this is only a test. So you tell me?
Should I do something with it?
(If I do it won't come along quickly, I already have too many to 'do')
But it smells delicious to my, ah, refined (?) taste :)
“I’m glad you did, Mom. It was fun and I never told you but I really didn’t want to be a boy again. But, then again, I did. It’s different when I know I may change back. Now I don’t have a choice. Once the surgery is completed then I’m stuck, so what you see is what you get. Of course that’s not a bad thing. I just want a family. If I can’t mate with a woman and have one then I want to be able to mate with my husband and have one. I don’t think I will be able to do that and that’s what scares me. If I could be completely female and be able to have babies I think it would be so great. At least I’ll look completely female, even in X-rays. Anyway, here’s your second daughter.”
Good grief, I was thinking out loud as I looked at myself. Cat was by my side telling me I looked good, I was thinking this joke had gone a good bit further and far deeper than I expected.
Author Note:This story deals with strong themes such as sexual abuse on a child. It is told from a selfish sister. and whatit took to finially move to protect her little brother at great risk to herself.
Aunt Julie smiles at me and reaches out, placing her hand against my cheek for a few seconds as if considering something.
She nods her head, “I’m glad you were along, Lucy. It’s nice to have you finally taking an interest.”
She is halfway to the door before she realizes what she has said. Turning, she cocks her head and raises an eyebrow, giving me a momentary stare before continuing on out through the door of my room.
I think she forgot who I am for a moment and was thinking I really am her niece.
Cierra nodded solemnly and swallowed, “But … I think I could be pretty good at sports … for a girl that is … and … and I know it wouldn’t be as much fun for you … like it would be if I was your son … but … I’ll try really hard and I won’t cry and … if I’m tall I bet I’ll be good at basketball if my knees aint busted again … or I’ll play baseball … or maybe even football … and that would be cheaper for you then if I was a boy ‘cause you won’t got to buy me a cup … just pads.”
David’s face turned crimson as he dropped it against his chest and whined. “Five women in the house … I’m always buying pads.”
Five for Fifty Chapter 4: The Clock Strikes Midnight
It was too late. The stylist led me back and started washing my hair. It would only be a matter of time until I doomed Brett to a miserable school existence!
Emily fed me a large breakfast and drove me home a little later that morning. On the ride back, as I drifted into and out of dreamland, Emily explained why I would feel tired for the next day or two. It's something all werewomen experienced. The strain of transforming so rapidly and dramatically finally catches up with a person on the morning after their last forced shift. Today was my hangover from a weekend of femininity. It would be the first of many to come.
Craig is one of Earth's bio-engineered soldiers in a war against an alien invasion. Unfortunately, when he uses his powers, he turns female. Now Halcyon has to deal with invaders and with Craig's girlfriend's preference for his female self! On top of that, Earth is losing the war.... There must be another way to deal with the conflict or the world will run out of holidays—forever!
The first 2015 publication of Doppler Press was Heather O'Malley's
Geoff Greenfelder's discovery should have changed his life by rocketing him up the ladder of academia . Instead, it changed his life in ways he never could have imagined. After partaking in a sacred ceremony by the Amazonian tribe he discovered, everything in his life changes, including his very own body. What should have been an occasion for joy becomes a trauma Geoff must work through. His only hope for returning his life back to normal is finding the answers that lie in unraveling the mysteries of the tribe before he can return to it.
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