“Ex- excuse me?” The young woman asks, her facemask muffling her soft Yorkshire accent. “Can — can we get a selfie with you, please?” I allow myself a small chuckle as I turn to face the asker of the question — a girl barely older than sixteen, standing with three others of her age. All of them are wearing t-shirts with cartoon caricatures on the front and, even though I can’t see them, angel wing prints on the back, just like all t-shirts promoting the group I tried — and failed — to join.

Bailey Boone is a young engineer in need of a total life reset. So what better way to reset than by accepting a job across the country in glitzy Las Vegas! Even better, he’s got a couple months of free time before settling into work. The only problem? He doesn’t know a soul.

Perhaps, with all this free time, Bailey might be interested in sitting in as a human mannequin to help Caroline practice. It'll be something to do, and Caroline's a lot of fun to be around. Plus, who knows? Maybe he’d even make a cute girl…

I'm thrilled to announce a brand new ~74,000 word, 318-page gradual feminization novel, filled with plenty of feminization, flirting, and fresh starts! The full book is now available on Amazon or for FREE with Kindle Unlimited!!

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-Jennifer

Olivia Jean-Pierre's apartment felt like a carefully curated museum exhibit - "Modern College Student, Circa 2025." The small studio held all the expected trappings: a desk with a high-end laptop, a small kitchen area, tasteful decor that spoke of someone who'd read too many minimalist lifestyle blogs. Everything perfectly normal, perfectly planned.

Law and Order: The Ancient World:

Murder at 10,000 Feet

DeShawn stood at the edge of the track, watching his teammates finish their cool-down laps. Even at rest, everything moved with a slight sluggishness - just enough to be irritating, like watching a video at 90% speed.

"DeShawn, my man!" Coach Martinez approached, tablet in hand. "Another record today. You're making history out here!"

The Recoverer (2).
by
Angharad.

Chronicles of Ashley Elizabeth Fisherman
Northern Flags in Southwinds Flutter!

Prologue
To Arms in Dixie!

The road was nothing more than a hog trail, and yet it was the road we were doomed to follow. How strange it must have been to the troop of boy scouts that we passed on some nature hike, to see four hundred men and boys all dressed in Confederate gray. I include myself in that four hundred doomed souls, I'd found myself kitted out period clothing at my fathers request.

It’s been too long since I’ve been here; I’ve been busy working on longer works (soon to be published on Amazon) as well as non-TG writing. Recently I found this older story that has not been presented before. It follows the familiar diary format, somewhat similar to my story “Stupid Diary”.

A warning: The story opens with domestic abuse.

Angry Diary, by Karin Bishop

Part One

Chapter 26: Exercise the Mind

The next morning, Yuqi awoke enveloped in a renewed sense of purpose that pulsed through her veins like an invigorating tide. The warmth she had felt in her dream lingered within her, a radiant glow flickering like a steadfast flame, eagerly awaiting her nurturing touch. No longer just a figment of her imagination, it had taken root within her, alive and vibrant, ready to be embraced.

Chapter 17

When she had finished with her phone, she went and got her laptop and clicked on the email program. There were less who had the address, but the inbox still had a lot of messages. She found the one from Peter, looked at the statement, then went into her father’s office and turned on the printer. She sent the statement to the printer, then sat and took it in.

Ellie's Voice

© 2025 by Grace Ann Hansen