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Against his better judgement, a man gives his wife a very feminine piece
of lingerie for their anniversary. She does not appreciate the gesture and makes
an offer that he takes her up on.
William makes a few big decisions and he needs to discuss those decisions with Kateri,
his family and a doctor. He also deals with changes at work and a surprise visit from
someone he'd hoped never to see again.
The Accidental Soprano
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters
They said that I was fortunate that the injury did not cause lasting damage, but that was before it changed my life. I am not bitter towards the surgeons that repaired my neck. I have used surgeons since, and I am grateful to them. Surgeons have to do what they do to let us live, or to normal lives.
After a relatively light lunch, Tom asked to take Mima to feed the ducks. I agreed on the condition he wrap her up warmly, it was really cold, a raw penetrating cold. As he left I told him I was going to be busy for an hour or so, and winked at him. His face broke into a broad grin. Stella appeared, lagged to the gills, and went with them, carrying the remains of a stale loaf.
"Wow Jessie, you were such a brave girl! Your earrings look incredible too!"
"Thanks Ashley and I'm sorry for being such a cry baby."
"It's quite alright. First piercings are always rough. You were a brave girl!"
As Ashley paid for the earrings Jessie wandered out of the store in deep thought. Something wasn't right, but he just couldn't place his finger on it. What could it be? He was picking his brain trying to figure out where this deep rooted uncomfortableness came from, when suddenly... WHACK!
Jessie looked at the bra he was given to try out. He liked the color for sure. I mean who doesn't like light pink? He also liked the intricate detail on it...the tiny lace stitching, the flowers sewn into the center, the delicate straps.
He took off his top, then unloosed his bra, leaving his breasts dangling.
"Whoah! You have been eating your Wheaties, haven't you?" Ashley joked as she sat there open-jawed. On Jessie's chest hung two well formed breasts swaying gently as he moved. He must have grown a full cup size since she had seen them last!
Jessie quickly put the bra back on, feeling embarrassed.
I looked at my watch; it was three in the morning. Lying back against the pillows, I wondered what Michelle would think of me. Did she think that my migraine was just an excuse? Had I drunk too much?
As his mother’s ambivalence continues, Jarod remains a boy even as Jane’s modeling career takes on mythic proportions,
forcing this lovely teenager to live a double life with all its complications.
In Jessie's clouded head, he assumed that all these men who were looking him up and down were trying to size him up to kick his ass, since he was with such a pretty girl - a pretty girl they wanted for themselves.
"What are you talking about? I just want to chat with you a bit, if that's cool," the boy explained.
"Really? Yeah, that's cool. I'm surprised you aren't like the rest of the guys in here. They keep looking me up and down like they want to kick my ass or something," Jessie expressed.
"Well, I'm sure they want to do something to you, but you can rest assured that it's not kicking your ass. I apologize for my gender...men can be dogs a lot of the time. I'm Scott by the way."
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.
The continuing adventures of Doug Gordon, Queen of Ka'an. (Ka'an in Mayan means Heaven.) Ka'an is actually an alien world populated by women... and a man-eating plant. Well, it is actually male-eating plants that spit out females. Doug and his wives fixed everything, but now Doug must remake a planet... and it seems Ka'an will be remade in his image!
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