I have sometimes found myself wondering if vampires have problems with the hems of their cloaks fraying, as they glide along with the fancy, satin, floor-length item trailing behind. It seems to me that some type of ball-bearing system, offering both weight, to assist in the dramatic drape of the cloak, and protection, from the ground upon which they are dragged, may be a good idea (ignoring the noise that would make the whole appearing from nowhere more difficult). So it was not surprising that last night this thought crystallized into a Far Side like vision of some salesmen, knocking on the door of a vampire’s castle, with the caption, ‘Rex Simpson, door-to-door salesman of the Heminator-5000.’ And though this story has nothing to do with that vision, it did lead my mind to wander in this direction, rather than letting me go to sleep.

Smoking Fetish / TG Fiction: Big Dick hurts Hanks's feelings causing him to seriously reconsider his womanhood. He returns to the park the next day dressed as a boy. Maybe its not so bad afterall being a boy. Then again...
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Parental Permission_07
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It's like some fever dream, thought Davey. He stared into the mirror Beth held, staring at the woman staring back -- beautiful, bewildered -- and vulnerable.

Easy As Boiling Up A Cake.
by Angharad
part 327

I arranged with Tom to finish early so I could go and see Stella. I worked like mad all morning, so by lunch time apart from two tutorials, I'd more or less finished. I saw the students together after asking them first and they both found the experience useful, so did I; I got off an hour earlier.

An authorized story, based on the characters and environment of A New Style of Education by Karen Page.

Altered phase: part two
(a little change from where part one was saying it was going. This seems a good way to progress)