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Christmas Day brings further complications as Alex becomes more comfortable
in his silks and satins and dresses. Thank you all, as always for your support. I'm thrilled
that people are enjoying the story and the music links.
This is a true story of how my Mom feminized me as a teenager. She had caught me wearing her pantyhose the summer before seventh grade. I got the surprise of my life the first Sunday of junior high, when she bought me pantyhose and started encouraging me to wear them, and then it was all downhill from there. -- Tracy
This is a story I did a few years ago and posted on Sapphire's. It's an attempt at Science Fiction and Adventure. At the time I wrote it, I had never read any of the Gor books. Now that I have, I'm surprised at some of the similarities.
The story is about Bill, who, through a travesty of justice gets involved with a dying boy. With the help of the boy's late uncle's writings, Bill is pulled into a strange, savage world.
They say that everyone has a twin somewhere. What happens when your twin is dead, as well as being a lady. The following story is fiction, more or less. Enjoy.
This series began a couple of years ago, and like many I set it down unfinished, uncompleted. The original Title was Comdex, Clothing, and Confusion. The first few chapters are rewrites.
Comdex — Prelude to Change
Copyright 2003/8 Beth Williams
This version has had some long overdue editing. Thanks to Puddin' for the help.
Thanks to Amelia's selfishness and misconduct, both her family and Stu's end up being punished. Will the suffering never end? Please read on and find out.
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Monyka pulled the covers up to Tonya’s neck. “I’m going to spend a little time with Kadyr before retiring tonight.” Monyka whispered to her Princess. “Annyka is sleeping in the front room and will be available to you. The Mul Lutala is just inside the front door as well.”
“Don’t be out all night.” Tonya warned. “I want to be on the road to Lake view early.”
Monyka nodded. “I don’t plan on being out late, remember I’m the one that has to get you ready for tomorrow. Although I think I will take a nap in the carriage tomorrow.”
With out pausing, Erika changed course and padded over to the blonde’s cot. It would be easier to fall into Tricia’s bed than it would be to climb up into her own. She lay down and pulled the covers over her. Tricia turned in bed and spooned with her.
This story is based on a dream I've had off and on for a LONG time. To the best of my knowledge, the characters and events depicted in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
Ricki learns more about being a girl. She helps her sisters out at home, where she can. Ricki and Laura find out that things are not well with their father. Ricki continues to learn the art of belly-dancing.
I waited in vain for Janice to call, she certainly didn’t on Sunday. I wanted to know who was Jemima’s doctor. I thought she’d left me the information, but when I checked the envelope was empty. I gave her the benefit of the doubt, she’d been so busy, dashing off to see Lawrie.
This story is based on a dream I've had off and on for a LONG time. To the best of my knowledge, the characters and events depicted in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
I had finally decided to focus on some sort of administrative MOS. While filing and forms were a part of what I did now, there were a lot of other things that you needed to know to survive in an office situation.
The second in this series is a variation on that theme and viewed from a different perspective. Our little tale once again concerns eleven year old Tony, who is continuing a holiday with his older girl cousin and favorite aunt. The children go to spend a week at a large modern house along the beach when our hero's cousin is given a holiday job by the lady owner. Unfortunately for Tony, he had previously upset the lady so the only way he can accompany his cousin is to go in disguise, as a girl....
This story is based on a dream I've had off and on for a LONG time. To the best of my knowledge, the characters and events depicted in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
This version has had some long overdue editing. Thanks to Puddin' for the help.
Amelia and Stu turn into a teen train wreck. No one comes near but neither can they look away. The story revolves around them to spin a modern tale of magic and love.
(There's a hint of transgender in this part but the main transgender element doesn't start until near the end of the next part. Please stay tuned.)
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This story is based on a dream I've had off and on for a LONG time. To the best of my knowledge, the characters and events depicted in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
New Kids on the Block got a bunch of hits,
Chinese food makes me sick,
And I think it's fly when girls get fine for the summer,
For the summer,
I like girls who wear Abercrombie and Fitch,
I'd take her if I had one wish,
But she's been gone since that summer,
Since that summer.
"Oh god Celyn I was going to tell you but I didn't know how to," she said, speaking rapidly," please don't hate me for this."
"For what?" I asked, astonished by her reaction, my mind racing over all the possible bad people my sister could be anticipating having a relationship with. I hoped her potential paramour wasn't a drug dealer, axe murderer or terrorist. I supposed rugby player might be OK as long as he could get free tickets for the 'Internationals'.*
"It's Grace," she said in response.
I looked at her for a few seconds, nonplussed. Finally all the cogs in my brain finally engaged and I responded," Grace as in a Grace the girl?!"
I reported for morning formation at 0700. While part of my mind was on what I was doing, PT is pretty mindless. Yelling the cadence wasn’t something that took up a lot of my mental faculties. I put my body and my voice on autopilot and turned my attention to the past weekend.
Cheerleading? Piano? Basketball? How does a girl fit so much into so few hours in a day? Will Robin's over-achieving and perfectionism come back to bite her, or will she learn when enough is enough?
All-girl metal band Heedless Despair embark on their first U.S. tour, will Robin and her friends be content to watch their musical mentors from the front row or will they strive for more? On top of this there's a family wedding and a growing love of her own. Robin Smith, now fully immersed in her new life — will her secret remain a secret forever?
"Granny, Granny, please tell us a story! Pretty please, Granny!" said nine year old Linda as she sat on the floor with her twin sister Julia.
They had on matching sky blue blouses and navy blue skorts which each had embroidered a red rose with green stem and leaves as well as the first initial of their name. They both looked precious in their white knee socks and black Mary Jane's. Each of them looked intently at me with their deep blue eyes, resisting the temptation to twirl their long blonde hair in their fingers, since they loved my stories.
Before I could answer, Julia burst out, "Tell us a new one, Granny! Pretty, please!"
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