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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 suppose that I should have expected that my first day in the CID office in Loughborough Police Station would follow my previous days through school, university, and the Police College.
“Sorry, son, the juvenile court is in the next building.”
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.
She knew how to treat him - exactly as he deserved...
He made his living meeting women and giving them what they wanted. But what did the woman in the Mercedes want and would he be willing to give it? And if he did, what would he become.
An erotic tale of lust, greed and transformation on the Gilded Coast as a young man looking for a sugar mama finds out what life is like as an object of desire.
“I never felt so much pain in my life!! When she waxed my eyebrows, I nearly leapt out my seat! And how I’ll ever be able to pick something up with these talons? It's beyond me!”
On the way home I managed to find a breadmaker machine for thirty pounds. I looked at the instruction book and bought the ingredients necessary to make some bread. I was intrigued to see it could do cakes and things as well.
“What do you think happened?” Dani asked her tall friend.
“I’m not sure.” Katie pointed the flashlight in front of Dani. “Samantha said that they had a good time. At least she said it looked like Erika was having a good time……. Erika!” She called out into the dark trees.
Oooh. I'm an author-type now. Like I said, I like Drabbles. This one's, well, kinda silly and came to me while watching DVDs with my nephew. Enjoy! (Please?)
A tear ran down Christina's cheek. "You have to talk to me Nina," she cried. "Please?" she whispered as she dropped her head and sobbed quietly. "Nina, you have to open the door. I'm leaving soon, and I don't know if I'm ever going to see you again. Please, don't be mad at me."
The double doors of the Chapter Room opened and the group of us walked in. The walls were all hardwood and had been lovingly cared for, almost gleaming. There was a picture of the Shield of the House or whatever it was on one wall and a painting of some Victorian era woman on the wall opposite. There were no windows in the room, and it was big. The whole House could probably fit in here, which was probably the point come to think of it.
This is the last chapter in the current story arc. Enjoy.
This story is in Enbreez's universe of Ine's Flowers. The gist of that is that this Demi-goddess, Ine can take the souls of dead men and put them into female bodies that sell flowers. But the flowers transform the buyer because the girls seek out those who need that kind of thing. I put a bit of darkness into the sweet and light approach there, with Enbreeze's blessing.
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Death isn't always the escape, or hold the peace many believe. Pulled back from a self made Hell, a one time much abused soul is given another chance. Even if she doesn't seem to want it.
This one was written for a contest with a word limit. I'm posting it here the way I submitted it. Happy Halloween everyone! Go Trick or Treat, go to a costume party, and have fun on the day.
A Small Matter of Equity
by
Maggie Finson
Anton Burgess carefully examined the ornate gold ring in
A guick note here. This story is definitely for adults. I don't normally do a lot of sex in my stories but my co-writer insisted and to be honest the way the story was set up it was needed. My thanks to Bad Irving for working on this one with me, it was a long time ago, but it was fun.
“You know, I would never have recognised you, if you had not said Mum when I came in. Debbie’s done quite a job on you.”
“How do you feel about it?” I timidly asked.
“Well, I can’t say I’m happy about it. But, I can see the reasoning behind it. Your dad would be furious. You know how homophobic he is! You and George are not...?”
This continues the romance between Jake and Lizzie Jane. How about the ones who are trying to kill Lizzie Jane? Well, you will have to read the story to find out. (smile)
Guns are not for Little Boys
A Lizzie Jane Adventure Chapter 3 (Final Chapter)
I awoke feeling cold, the towel had slipped off my body leaving me displaying my wares for all to see. I felt stiff and my head pounded. With a little difficulty I rose from the bed, my hair was all standing up on end, I would need to wet it again, and my eyes were still red from crying. I felt exhausted.
The warmth from Josh’s body did make her feel a little better. She began to relax against the need to keep warm. For some strange reason, his closeness, his strength comforted her. It scared her a bit as well. Why was she becoming comfortable being held by a guy? It didn’t make any sense did it? Eric was never held by anyone girl or guy - except on rare occasions by his mother, when he was younger. Why did this feel so…. So nice?
The one where Lucy tells us what happens next…
Kris doesn’t think this bit works, but I think it’s nice to say thanks to the person who proofs and sometimes adds a little spice to my work. So stuff it, I’m gonna put it in anyway - thanks Kris, you do a bang-up job and should be patting yourself on the back coz I can’t reach from here.
“I wanted to find out who you were, your Highness, what I did last night, however insincere it might have been, did let me see the Princess of Riponia in a way that only a few close to her get to see. I……”
“So you were spying on us last night?” Tonya’s anger was creeping into her voice.
“Reconnaissance if you will, your Highness.” Captain Kalhoun admitted. “I wanted to know what kind of person you were. Much like you wanted to know about me.”
I have stepped out on uncharted grounds again (for me) with a little romance mixed with drama. I hope you like it. Whether you do or not, please comment.
Guns are not for Little Boys
A Lizzie Jane Adventure Chapter 2
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