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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
I'm so excited! Saphira kindly offered to translate my story, Shoes, to German! It's now posted on the German TG fiction website, Tor der Trá¤ume, which translates to something like Gate of the Dreams. The translated story can be found there under the name Schuhe, as well as below.
Schuhe
Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown
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She turned to me “Hun why don’t you tell her your story? I’m going to go see if I can find the doctor to check if we can take you home.” She looked back at Jen and said in her ‘serious’ tone staring right in her eyes “And you treat Caitlin nicely, she is the same person you have known for 24 years so I don’t want to hear any crap from you.”
A man accused of a crime is on the run. His world is now reduced to that of derelict, facing starvation and cold. A chance of fate ends with him finding a can of Hugglebugs containing experimental nanites that had been destined for destruction. In his hands he could be holding salvation or a nightmare. Dare he use it, unknowing of its contents?
Small Changes A Hugglebugs story by: Prudence Walker
London 1949: life's a struggle for everyone, not least Richard Starling. He shuffles between his digs and a lowly job, wearing threadbare clothes waiting like everyone for a return to prosperity. Until an old friend from his army days appears to offer him a lifeline.
"You can't be in here. This is girl space."
"I don't recall 'girl space' being outlined in the zoning regulations."
"This," Christina stated manically as she outlined a square around her body with her hands, "is a girls-only establishment, hence girl space." She drew a square around Richard and said, "That is boy space. Boy space is not allowed in girl space. You have to go outside."
Eventually I recovered my senses from the embarrassment. It had to be one of his jokes, but he continued staring in the jeweller's window. "Do you fancy any of them?" he pointed at several trays of rings.
"I think we need to talk," I said feeling my colour rising again.
Violin scholar Michael Basing had already established most of the provenance for the legendary Stradivari so why was its billionaire owner keeping him captive, and could the instrument unlock a secret of his own?
With humor and empathy, Kim tells the story of Billy, an 11-year-old whose life has reached a low point. Weaving in some autobiographical details, Kim follows Billy's journey toward becoming accepted as the girl he has always been.
“Fourteen is good?” Midori asked with a large smirk on her face. Fourteen bullets had gone through the bullseye ring, the remaining one through the next outer ring.
The Sgt Major shook his head. “Ma’am, I was told you’re not FBI or law enforcement. So what really is your occupation?”
“Would you believe I’m a CPA?”
Chapter Two
A brief synopsis- Army Captain Tom Slater having been successfully transformed into a woman, begins the training phase of Operation Swan Song.
I am a Friday night maid. After a week of hard work, I relax by
dressing up in a sexy maids outfit and serving, pleasing and pleasuring
my wife. While she is out dancing with her friends, I am dressed up as
a Friday uniform waiting for my wife to return home. She doesn't like
This is the second attempt today, I lost two thirds of part 134 when the link went down, it was turning out very well too. If it happens again I shall stop writing direct to website, which will mean a delay in posting, as I'm too stupid to post myself.
Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad the cyberphobe
part: whatever.
He knew the routine, having had it drilled into him over the years. Her doggedness was unrelenting and just the sound of her voice was enough for him to spring into the proper healthy posture. Standing up tall, he squared up his chin and drew his shoulders back. Then he thrust out his chest just as he had been taught to stand at attention at the academy. The subtle difference was the added rocking of his pelvis forward that caused his heels to rise up off the floor.
She called this Homeostasis. Patrick called it torture.
When a reckless plan goes wrong Keri and Marc must learn to adapt, but they face far more than just filling each others shoes. Someone wants the Princess dead, and a specter from Keri's family tree emerges, determined to destroy the House of Lockeleigh.
Easy As Falling Off A Horse.
by The Lone Ranger & Kimo-Bonzi
part: who cares?
I stayed out by the porch until Simon missed me, it took longer than I expected and it was only because he got himself tangled up with the flex of the portable television, that he called me then.
"Just what are you doing?" I asked seeing the cable wrapped around his legs.
With humor and empathy, Kim tells the story of Billy, an 11-year-old whose life has reached a low point. Weaving in some autobiographical details, Kim follows Billy's journey toward becoming accepted as the girl he has always been.
A video of a meeting taking place at the home of Keiji Watanabe was shown next. Present were Keiji, his nephew Goro, Dai Hashimoto, Hiromi Sato and at least two shareigishiras plus guards. The audio wasn’t of good quality and only snippets of conversation could be made out by Captain Slater.
“Where did this video come from?”
“Captain, we have a source in the Watanabe family. You’ll learn more in due time.” Agent Tanaka replied. As Major Hollins narrated the meeting, Captain Slater was already drawing conclusions as to what lay ahead for him.
Or was it her? It was too mind boggling, something out of a science fiction story. Captain Slater had to be wrong.
Chapter One
A brief synopsis- Army Captain Tom Slater has been asked by the FBI and the US Army, to infiltrate a Japanese organized crime family. But first the Captain has to undergo some interesting DNA therapy and training to prepare him...her for the mission.
Altered Fates Hawaii Five O - A Woman’s Work is with a Gun
By Danielle J
Based on a teleplay by Glen Olson and Rod Baker
This story is dedicated to the late Leonard Freeman, creator of one of my favorite television shows, Hawaii Five 0.
Author’s note- I’ve been toying with the idea of doing an AF Hawaii Five episode 0 for years. One season seven episode, A Woman’s Work is with a Gun, was best suited for making a few TG modifications to. The trouble was, I hadn’t seen the episode in years. That’s till I recently got a copy of it.
A few moments later, Erika was standing before the two of them with breasts. Breasts that looked real unless they were examined closely. She cupped her new appendages with her hands and lifted slightly, before releasing them to allow their full weight to pull at her chest again.
"Now, don’t go playing with those." Samantha warned. "Girls don’t go around playing with their own breasts."
Sometimes, acceptance can be found in the most unexpected places. The last place I ever would have thought to find it was on the school playground. Instead of being terrorized by bullies, for a moment, I experienced joy. The drabble below is a glimpse at that moment.
Jump Rope
Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown
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““You don’t wanna hear me ramble, you must have things to do.”
“Actually, Monyka, I am through with things to do until we reach River Bend West.” He looked down at her taking in her strength and her beauty. “Right now, I would like nothing more than to hear about your childhood. Please continue…
John was pissed that he died on the beach at Normandy.
It was June 6, 1944 and to say Private John Burton was unhappy would be an understatement. Even though he had heard General Eisenhower's speech on the radio, he really wanted to be elsewhere. Not that he wasn't a red-blooded American and not that he didn't grasp the importance of the mission. It's just that he was convinced there was a German bullet with his name on it. It was a feeling he just couldn't shake. All the trouble his parents went through to raise him, scolding him into good behavior, getting onto him to make good grades. And then all the money and effort Uncle Sam went through to prepare and train him for this exact moment, everything his life was moving towards would come to a wasted end on a beach in France he'd never heard of. He just knew it. And he was mightily annoyed about it.
Being annoyed couldn't describe how John felt when not even ten feet from the landing craft onto the sands of the beach before being cut down by German machine gun fire. Talk about being angry as he fell onto the sand...
And then even more angry when he woke up in another time and place as a naked teen girl...
Being sixteen is a big deal for a teenager, it's an even bigger deal when you've transformed yourself into a girl using powers you didn't even know you had.
Coping with a new body is one thing, learning to harness your new abilities is something else, then add a fledgling career as a model on top. It's fortunate Shannon has her friends at her side as she follows in her sister's footsteps.
It's bad enough having classroom politics, now you have to worry about celestials and demons and the fate of your world and several others... and it's not even Wednesday.
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