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He’s humbly agreed to be a bridesman for his friend’s wedding. But as he quickly discovers, prepping the bride-to-be might be easier if he embraces his feminine side.
Colin’s best friend from work, Gigi, is getting married soon, and she’s asked him to join her wedding party — an offer he is honored to accept. But there’s a bit of a problem. With his unmistakably male designation as bridesman, he’s finding it difficult to mesh with the bridesmaids and to assist the bride-to-be with any female-focused preparation. Fortunately, Colin has some wonderfully feminine qualities to him: long blonde hair, androgynous features, and an impressively petite figure. Qualities which, if he wants to make the most of his experience, he might want to lean into. Just as long he doesn’t find himself enjoying them too much…
This ~70,000-word, 295-page gradual feminization novel is about ambition, friendship, romance, and discovering all things girly for the first time! The full book is now available on Amazon for purchase or FREE with Kindle Unlimited!!
Preparations are underway as Donnie prepares to accompany his friend Mitch to
Hawaii as his girlfriend. Lots to learn and lots to buy, then the process of
getting comfortable pretending to be a real women out in the real world.
I kind of rushed right into this new series. I truly hope that you like this!
Classic Café Corner, Down Town L.A.:
Rose takes a sip of her coffee as she waits for Sasha Wolfhart to arrive. She was lucky that Mrs. Wolfhart agreed to come and talk with her. She understood why Mrs. Wolfhart suggested this particular coffee shop.
She had googled the place and saw that it had an outstanding review. She looks around and tries to locate Sasha. After a few minutes, she spotted an old silver color Chevy Stingray Corvette pull into a parking space. A smile appears on her face when she spots Sasha get out of the Corvette.
John was pissed that he died on the beach at Normandy.
It was June 6, 1944 and to say Private John Burton was unhappy would be an understatement. Even though he had heard General Eisenhower's speech on the radio, he really wanted to be elsewhere. Not that he wasn't a red-blooded American and not that he didn't grasp the importance of the mission. It's just that he was convinced there was a German bullet with his name on it. It was a feeling he just couldn't shake. All the trouble his parents went through to raise him, scolding him into good behavior, getting onto him to make good grades. And then all the money and effort Uncle Sam went through to prepare and train him for this exact moment, everything his life was moving towards would come to a wasted end on a beach in France he'd never heard of. He just knew it. And he was mightily annoyed about it.
Being annoyed couldn't describe how John felt when not even ten feet from the landing craft onto the sands of the beach before being cut down by German machine gun fire. Talk about being angry as he fell onto the sand...
And then even more angry when he woke up in another time and place as a naked teen girl...
Sandra returns to school as her new self; full of confidence but with a little fear of what might happen. Will Sandra be accepted or hated and what will happen if she runs into Kevin Chambers (the school bully) is feeding the fear. Things get a bit dicey in this chapter, therefore is now for more mature audiences.
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.
This is the parody story to my poem I am a Girl, please enjoy...
Yes... I like Tom. He is a good guy and comfortable to be around. Throughout
the conversation Laurie
has to send me silent signals to remind me to not slip back into boy mode while
we talk. I find myself slipping back towards guy mode as we relax around each
other. I think Tom likes talking to a girl who acts more like a guy–he
is obviously not trying to impress me, just normal guy to guy talk. It
feels good.
A boy thrust into distant world and transformed into a girl has enough to worry about without having to deal with unwanted male attention. Can Natasa find the answers to whats happening to her and avoid being made a woman against her will by a power hungry false king.
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.
This is the parody story to my poem I am a Girl, please enjoy...
The Pretenders
By Ricky
There's a magic in the summer woods, a peace and tranquility that soothes the soul and calms the mind. When mother and daughter meet father and son, romance - and just a little bit of sweet revenge - ensue.
Throughout time legends and myths have been passed from generation to generation, many of those legends and myths are untrue but occasionally some are based on the truth, Sometimes the legend or myth is completely real but made to look like it’s made up to hide the fact that it is the truth.
Mrs. Jones came up to me and asked, “Is Dan bothering you girls?”
Dan blanched. Bernie was about to say something, as was Ally, but I got there first. “No, Mrs. Jones. Dan was asking me a question and he deserves an answer. He was not threatening, or anything like that. It’s alright, I think.”
“Ok Em. Let me know if there is any trouble.” Mrs. Jones gave Dan ‘THE’ look, then walked off and I saw Dan quaking in his shoes.
After being kidnapped, held a hostage, tricked, recorded and humiliated did he realize that he didn’t have too many options with these girls and he let the girls lead him into their living room. Jennifer kept commenting about how well he walked wearing the stiletto heels. He didn’t really have any retort for that as he did have to admit to himself, he did know a lot about feminine ways and dressing. But he would be damned if he would admit it to these kidnappers. He had his secrets and he intended on keeping them from these girls.
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.
This is the parody story to my poem I am a Girl, please enjoy...
I went to my drawer and pulled out the navy blue tights. I put them on and then put my school trousers back on top. At least that way I would know part of me was a girl, even if no one else knew. Yes, I know. I was asking for trouble. And I got it!
The repercussions of someone finding out that Billy was taking hormones were just too great. What would be his dad’s reaction? Would he be kicked out of the house? The shame that would be put on the family would be tremendous. Could he get more hormones once his supply dwindled? So many questions and so much pressure!
Lorelei did such a good job on various Hellish problems that she got kicked upstairs. No! Not up THERE, just into the Bureaucracy of Hell. The Big Guy Down Below has a cruel sense of humor.
Oh, Joy.
And now a new problem! Lillith, Queen of Temptresses, Mother of Succubae, has been canned — literally! Jade has her in a canning jar displayed as a trophy.
There's only one thing Lorelei can do. Sit on Lillith's throne to keep peace among the Succubae while moving ahead with Hell's agenda—including maintaining the Truce with Heaven—and figuring out how to get Lillith's pretty butt out of the Can!
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