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Randy loves nothing more in life than motorcycles. When his friend Nick gives him the opportunity to join in as monkey during a sidecar race, he jumps at the chance -- even if it means wearing pink leathers.
Quinn's world is becoming something very different than he'd expected. Girlish
feelings of all kinds are occupying his thoughts. A new dress for his outing with
Ricky, and some thoughts that are confusing him make his evening out one of
the most enlightening of his young life.
The final part of Stevie's story. I hope you enjoy this installment. Once again,
thank you all for your kindness and support throughout the posting of this
story. I truly do appreciate it! Now, on to the story!
When 14-year-old Andrew makes a wish to live a carefree life like his dog, he never expects it to come true—until he wakes up as a beagle named Alyssa. What starts as a dream quickly turns into chaos, with misadventures, unexpected challenges, and plenty of laugh-out-loud moments. Will Andrew learn the lesson behind his wish, or is life as a dog his new reality?
with thanks to Holly Marie for the topic sentence.
This is fan-fiction based on Heather Rose Brown's "Gender Express" She has kindly given me permission to post this story. This is fiction is not meant to represent any person alive or otherwise. Thanks for editing and proofing to our own Holly Happy Hart and Janet Nolan. Any mistakes are of course mine! Enjoy!
After everything that had happened so far, it shouldn’t be a surprise that I was a bit nervous about the semi-formal. Alison and I had gotten dropped off at the House with several other girls, maybe twenty in total. We were a bit of a mob and that really didn’t help. I was worried that they might see right through me, even though I had been assured time and again that it wasn’t likely to happen.
And finally, all for now. Tales of the Avis Gurls Club series. Again, If anyone wants to use one of my covers as a cover and write the actual story, no problem. Maybe that could be a contest ?? Just let me know and don't use Tales #1, as I am in the process of writing that story.
OK, I'm trying again with my comic covers. I divided them into four parts by sevens; this is 8-14. If any of you would like to use one of the covers as a cover and write the actual story, feel free to do so, just let me know so that I don't.
Despite my attempts to deny it, friday morning had to come. It arrived and I stayed in bed later than usual. I couldn't sleep worrying about what would happen when we got to the church. Then Pinky and Perky came in at about half past two and banged on my door as they passed, they were also singing at the tops of their voices.
On Friday morning, after Norman and I brought our little girls to school, I was spending some time getting ready for the Shabbat evening meal when Sarah burst into the kitchen.
"Why aren't you in school?" I asked angrily.
"We just caught bin Laden," she replied.
"Who are 'we', and why aren't you in school?"
"Anya, Danielle and me," she told me.
"If you were in school you would know that this time it is,
'Anya, Danielle and I.' So what is going to happen now?"
Well, I hadn't been planning on adding to Madam Martinique's Finishing School, but there were a number of people who seemed to be hoping for more, so I decided to give this story another go. In Part 2, our main character discovers why there seem to be as many girls as boys in an all-boys school and learns a bit more about what makes his new school unique.
Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & N.Cooke.
part LV
I was in town, the bag I was carrying contained a pair of navy shoes with three inch stiletto heels and a small leather handbag in a very close match of colour. I was feeling rather smug that both had been purchased from sale stock, so I'd saved quite a few pennies. Then I saw it.
Esther and Grace played with the tea set Albert had set out for them on a small table in the corner of the room. He had placed their tiny table there so he could keep an eye on them as he scrubbed the counters. Al had washed the dishes the two girls had used for dinner, and then he made sure the kitchen sparkled before he gave them his full attention.
Hi all - This is the first story I've submitted here. My others live at Fictionmania, but it was suggested to me that I should put them up here as well. If people enjoy this one, I'll bring the others over too, and post my new ones here as well. If people say "Lord no, keep that dreck away from here!" I'll slink quietly to my bed and cry in my pillow. :-)
It's a story about Wilbur Green, who desperately wants to be transformed into a huge boobed bimbo. Imagine his delight when he finds out there is indeed magic in the world and his dreams are possible! Imagine his distress when things don't go exactly as he planned!
Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & T. Hardy
part:hanner cant pedwar.
By the time Stella arrived I had showered and dried my hair, and popped on a little makeup. She hugged me as she came through the door having deposited her dress bag and holdall on the threshold.
Araya’s children have grown up and now are ready to set off on a mission to retrieve another lost Earth colony. Unfortunately, they encounter more than they bargained for. The colony was split and at war with each other, then things get really complicated as the war attracts the attention of an old enemy.
Christina pulled the pillow off her head and squinted as the morning sunlight flared in her eyes. She sat up and checked the clock- 6 AM. Perfect, she thought. Andrei wasn't getting away today.
She threw off her covers and leaped to her feet. Not even bothering with a robe, she strode through the hallway in her nightshirt. Andrei's door was closed. She stood impatiently in front of his door and tapped on it gently. When that elicited no response, she knocked harder. After a few minutes, she conceded that Andrei was either asleep or already gone. She opened the door and poked her head into the dark room. The shades were drawn tightly, blocking out any trace of daylight.
I had a hard time sleeping Thursday night as I was so excited thinking about my meeting with Megan. I usually wake up on my own but my mother had to wake me on Friday morning.
"Come on sleepy head. Get ready or you'll make me late."
I was initially very foggy but then I remembered my approaching lunch date with Megan. Could I really call it a date? Did she think of it as a date? I was immediately awake.
Synopsis:
Jamie talks to Julie and Samantha about his trip to the salon, goes shopping with his grandmother, and meets a new friend.
Chapter 5
"Jamie, I think you hurt your grandmother's feelings."
My mother and I were sitting in the car outside our house. I didn't talk to my grandmother much after we got home from the salon. I told her I hated getting a manicure and pedicure and that I never wanted to go to the salon again. I must have sounded like a little boy having a fit.
"I'm sorry. But it wasn't fair to take me there and not tell me what they were going to do to me."
Synopsis:
Jamie is caught wearing his mother's pantyhose on the last day of school. His mother gives him an unusual option to avoid punishment for dishonesty.
Chapter 1
It was the last day of school--8th grade that is--and when I arrived home at a quarter-to-three I wanted to celebrate. My sister Julie, who was two years older, was staying overnight with a friend. My mother wouldn't be home from work until at least six and my father, whom I only vaguely remembered, had deserted us years ago to pursue whatever he was pursuing.
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