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Campfire Stories, Urban Legends, and Ghost Stories.
By
Cerrridwen Circe Whitethorn
Introduction:
Hello, I'm Cerridwen Circe Whitethorn, I'm seventeen and I'm a Junior at Benton Academy. I'm also an Adventure Scout and I've been one since I turned fourteen. The slim pamphlet you're holding in your hand right now as you read these words is the product of four months of investigative journalism and paranormal research.
Caught dressed in a little girl's dress, Alex must explain himself to his
judgmental mother. He also finds himself befriended by the teenager who lives down
the hill and has to make some decisions about how he is going to proceed from here.
I lie down
on the double bed that I have been sitting on throughout our long chat. I feel
convinced that I am about to do the right thing. People are depending on me. I
want to see if I can pull this off.
"Okay Mom.
Call in the Wizards. I'll do it." I manage to get out before fading into a
comfortable sleep.
"Now why don't the two of you hug and make-up?" Ashley added.
"No way! I'm not hugging a dude!" Jason adamantly refused.
"Jason, I think you are being silly...I said WHY DON"T YOU TWO HUG?" Ashley firmly asked her brother knowing that she had him under her thumb. She loved seeing him squirm as well.
Jason begrudgingly agreed along with Jessie. The two gave each other a quick hug and that was that. Jessie felt a strange tingle when Jason embraced him. He didn't realize how strong Jason was and found himself blushing a bit. Jason on the other hand could have sworn that his former best friend felt like he had breasts. He had hugged enough girls to cop a feel and was shocked to find that Jessie's body reminded him of a girl's.
This story is the story of how Madam Martinique, the head mistress of the finishing school that bore her name, had come to be in the care of the unforgettable Jane Thompson. It's based on Seasons of Change, copyright 1989 by Joel Larence, but more on the continuation of that original story into a series, copyright 1997 to 2008 by Tigger.
Suddenly a male model was called on the beach to do a take with one of the female models. Jessie's attention unknowingly switched focus from the girl on the beach to the male model. "Wow! That guy must have worked out tons to get that body!" he thought. As he watched the two partake in the photo session Jessie found himself observing an awful lot of the man. Look at those biceps and those abs…he felt himself getting a little flush. As Jessie continued to stare he found himself getting more and more aroused by the sight. His pretty painted hands found their way back to his chest and he began playing with his nipples. Whoa! Something about this felt very right indeed! He continued to caress his breasts as he stared down the male model. Look at how strong he is… amazing smile… what an ass!!!
"I think it's just cause your not used to wearing a nightgown and the pantyhose may be feeling different than the tights. How do you like your pantyhose anyway?" Amanda asked trying to change the subject.
"I was a little hesitant mom but I absolutely love them! It's almost like I'm not wearing anything. I like the feeling of the air flowing under my nightgown also. It feels cool especially when I do this."
Just then Jessie twirled around quickly several time as his nightgown ballooned up from the airflow.
"Wow, look at you. Maybe you should be taking up dancing," the ladies amused at his performance.
As we go about our daily lives do we really see the world we live in, or do we pass by things left unseen? Look around. Smell the coffee before you take a drink, and watch a cloud. Without realizing it, you could see...
Edited By Nora Adrienne with Special Thanks To Terry Naut and to Heather Rose Brown for the Illustration!
After Kelly has saved her best friend and soul sister from the kidnapper Pastor Linden, she must face her hatred and overcome it or live with bitterness as her heart grows cold and bitter.
She was right. Ashley knew what she was talking about from her past experiences. If he was going to get better he would have to follow the same path as she.
"Yeah, I agree with you Ashley. I don't look dumb though do I?" Jessie asked being a little self conscious.
"You look fantastic babe. Why don't you put your shirt back on and see how you like it?"
Jessie put his t-shirt back on and looked down at his shirt. It was a little odd because he could see the two distinct bumps pushing out through his shirt very clearly now. They were perfectly formed and protruded slightly. Something in the back of his head told him that there was something not quite right about this but he couldn't place it. "It's probably nothing," he thought.
Ashley had to choose her words wisely she thought. Jessie looked so delicate and fragile sitting there with his knees together and hands gently overlapping each other.
"Well they don't make too many things to deal with your problem. There is something that works wonders but you may be opposed. The only thing I can think of that would help is a training bra. It would be perfect for you."
"Oh hell no! What are you insane?!? I'm not some sissy who walks around in girl's underwear for thrills." Jessie was upset. Perhaps a burst of energy from his male side needed to come out for a fight...even if it was a losing battle!
Angelique is back. Along with assorted ancient gods and goddesses, a plot to unseat Lucifer from the throne of Hell, and a lot of other fascinating things. She always seems to get the 'interesting' jobs.
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