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Donnie is taken aback when his friend Mitch asks him to accompany him to Hawaii
and act as his girlfriend. Donnie, of course, says 'no,' but Mitch makes him an
offer he can't refuse.
I kind of rushed right into this new series. I truly hope that you like this!
From the time Taylor was five, all he could remember was wanting to be Emma’s younger sister.
He loved dressing up in her hand-me-downs. He admired his older sister and really wanted to be her. Halloween was his favorite holiday because he could let his fantasies run wild and be Cinderella or Wonder Woman. And playing make-believe was always fun when he could be the cute little girl.
But, something happened when he turned twelve. He put away the dresses and costumes. The doll house went up in the attic and Taylor’s fantasies were all in his mind.
Until one fateful Saturday that changed everything. This is that story.
Jenny's mother invites (well dragoons is closer) Darlene and Jenny to a quilting weekend with her church group. While Darlene is an accomplished crossdresser, the idea of spending an entire weekend enfemme with strangers is daunting... and inviting!
This is a fan fiction set in the Firefly/Serenity universe created by Joss Whedon. It takes place soon after the events in the television series and the companion motion picture that followed, and is also the second part of a sequel to Firefly: Connecting Flight. This means it has SPOILERS, folks, and major ones at that. So please don't read this unless you get the chance to see the series and the movie -- and read my first Firefly story (and the first chapter of this one), since they both set the stage.
In this second part of FIREFLY: DOUBLE BOOKED, events from Linda's recent past loom large in Wash's present, as she tries to deal with aspects of her situation she thought she'd already put behind her. She also learns more about her body's mutiny, lets Zoe talk her into somethin' all manner of stupid, and gets her first experience with the power of sisterhood.
A chance encounter in the laundry room leads two lonely people into something far beyond what either could imagine. All it takes is a sense of curiosity, an open mind and a bit of unrequited lust.
(The Darlene saga was my first attempt at writing fiction that wasn't purely sexual. By the time I finished the series the sex scenes were mostly a distraction that didn't contribute to the story. So here is the R rated version of how Darlene and Jenny found each other.)
There were a lot of good reasons to be out this early, but none as wonderful as seeing this first Giant Swallowtail awakening, and John smiled as it moved. Magnificent, he whispered, in awe of this giant as it slowly unfurled it’s Forewings against the sun’s morning warmth. It was, as they always were at this time of day, lethargic and calm.
"Papilio Cresphontes Cramer" by it’s scientific name, John whispered, but only to himself as the relative giant of insects ignored him.
As we head home, the Major casually drops a bomb, "You haven't been who you
are now–physically I mean–for very long have you?"
That comment really came out of left field. I did not see it coming.
How do I answer that one?
"I can't figure out how you changed, but you act as if you haven't figured
out your body yet," he continues. "If I had to guess, you were probably male not
too long ago. I'd like to know how the transformation happened but figure that's classified information. I'm sure that it wasn't SRS. The job is too complete
and your mannerisms haven't quite caught up with your body. I understand that
with SRS patients, the body is usually the finishing touch."
Well, so much for trying to blend in. I wonder who else has figured this out.
Finally! The lo-o-o-o-ng awaited next chapter in this seemingly forgotten tale!
Follow Charlene as she learns a few more of Life's lessons from Jane Thompson.
“You think I just want to kill you? You’re going to suffer my boy… You’ll have ring side seats for your sister’s rape, torture and death, then I might kill you… after some playtime.” He smirked, running a finger across Sarah’s cheek. “After all, you do want to be a woman don’t you? My dear little David…”
The Road to Haifa Chapter 22 — Storm Warning by Alyssa Plant
My wife has a very structured plan to feminize me. I admit that I deserve it. I am not much of a man. And she wants me to always be aware of that fact. When she was deciding how to go about turning what was left of my manhood into a sniveling sissy, she hit on a great and totally humiliating, yummy, strategy.
I was in my barracks and getting dressed for formation. For the five hundredth time I wished I dared wear my panties instead of these bikini briefs. The tighty-whiteys that were issued (in reality grungy-greenies for the OD green color) didn’t feel right or make me happy to have them on, mainly because of how badly they hurt and fit.
As they sat there licking the cones Jessie started to feel at ease. He didn’t even realize that he was sitting with his legs crossed and was postured in an identical way to Ashley.
“Things are going to be alright Jess. It is a huge step that you actually aren’t in such a zombie-like state anymore. Even if your body is different than it used to be, you seem way more like yourself now than you have been.”
“Surprisingly I feel alright right now. It’s really weird that I feel ok, but I do.”
After his mother dies the only option Kris has is to take his kid sisters to grandma's house. But Massachusetts to Maryland is a long way to travel on only $50. How will they make it, will grandma be able to keep them and what kind of life can they expect?
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