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Clark and his twin sister Kelly are not as close as he'd like them to be. Clark is a shy clumsy loner and Kelly is more athletic, outgoing and popular. She's also a very determined ballerina and the only one their parents seem to care about. That all seemingly changes when Kelly breaks her leg while practicing for an upcoming recital. Their mother, along with Kelly's teacher, decide the best course of action is to find a replacement. One who looks very similar to her.
Eli grew up on a ranch in Montana. He had heard about Incursions, Breaches, and the Titans that came through those breaches to slaughter some people and capture others. To him though, it had always been something that happened far away to other people. His life was forever changed though when a Breach opened near his home, everything he knew was destroyed or taken, and he ended up Altered.
Altered Chapter 23: Trial
By Amethyst
The big man was wavering almost instantly, struggling to keep on his feet and keep glaring at me. “Wha… d’you do?”
Teenage identical twins Allie and Cissy started swapping places just for the fun of it when they were small. It worked better than you might think, considering that Allie is a boy named Alan. Cissy loves sports and Alan loves fashion and the still enjoy playing games and fooling the grown-ups.
But things have turned serious and it looks like someone is setting up a trap....
Chris now realized that it was going to take more than just a casual effort to resurrect Christina Chase. It had been foolish to think he could just throw on some old clothes and hop on a bus. It was going to take planned and determined effort. He was going to work on being Christina every day until the end result was flawless. He decided on a few steps early on. First, he was going on a diet. Chris had always been tall and thin, but he wasn't going to take any chances. From now on, it was salad for lunch. Secondly, he was going to change his workouts. He hadn't spent much time exercising, but after his experience in Oak Grove, he'd tried some weight lifting. That was over. He was switching to aerobics or Yoga.
This is the follow-on from Kristina L S's story that no-one wanted to finish where it was. I just hope I've done it justice. Oh and sorry for the typo KRISTINA!
For those of you who didn't read the first part, I suggest you do that before copping a load of this one. Anyway, Bill has now to attend the dinner at the posh restaurant...
Thanks to Kris for okaying this and giving me the chance, oh, and the proofreading/embellishments!
Disclaimer:
This is another of those fictional stories and no chance was this real.
It’s about time I got to the heart of the matter to explain about Jacob and his father and some of the reasons why the man is such a pain in the backside. For this I am going to use an old technique and a bit of a mouldy one (giggles)
Part 3
When Jacob woke the following morning he looked around the strange bedroom and remembered the day before. He was still suffering from the blow to his head and he groaned as he also remembered what he had said to the adults.
Jason’s return party was, Abner thought, sizzling. At an
easy two meters, Jason himself wasn’t hard to spot towering
over the gaggle of adoring females clustered around him. It wasn’t
just the height; the easy and overpowering masculinity that radiated
almost unconsciously from his direction was an irresistible chick
magnet.
When this started, it was late August 2005 and I was Barry Nardella, a stockbroker living alone on Long Island, NY in my co-op bachelor pad. I was making tons of money, but not satisfied with my life.
Thursday June 29 8:18pm Reynolds Quarantine Medical Center:
“What’s his condition doctor?” Colonel Jordon asked as he looked at the unconscious form of Major Brady through the four inch thick glass of the quarantine cell.
“I suppose, Colonel that would depend on your point of view.” Dr Stanly answered with what sounded like a small amount of amusement in her voice.
“Madam, I have neither the time for games, nor for a glib attitude.”
Chris' transition back to his old life hadn't been easy. After only a week in Oak Grove, he'd become accustomed to a slower, more relaxed way of life. Though he didn't know many people in the small town, it hadn't taken him long to recognize the familiar cast of characters on Main Street. His days had been filled with the company of his family or the friendly human interaction of working in the grocery store.
This rambling little thingie inspired by various 'conversations', readings and general musings over recent months.
The letter? Oh yeah, that's in there somewhere.
A long while ago, I was thinking about what my life might be like if I started living as a female. I wondered how others might react. Would I find the people in my life being supportive of my decision? Would I stand alone? These and similar questions constantly haunted me.
During that time, I had composed several songs; this is one of them. Actually, I envisioned this as more of a music video. I lost my original copy and had to rewrite it, adding bits here and there. For the most part, the three parts of this song at the end are as I had originally written them.
I woke up gradually, coming out of a fog of discordant dreams. Dreams that I was a boy masquerading as a girl just so that I could get a job! It was obviously a dream because reality wasn’t that stupid.
A young man after accidentally damaged the window of a shop he runs. He
accepts a lift from a woman and his life undergoes a lot of changes. He
realises that things were out of his hands and he found that times a
change of perspective is a good thing.
Part One: The Beginning
Robert was disgusted at the world; Mrs. Riley his landlady had just
thrown him out. She was not usually so forceful in her behaviour; she
had just barred the door to him. He had spent the last four hours
touring the dirty populated streets wondering what he was going to do
Alex finishes his first night as a catering assistant, as Michelle.
The next task is to tell Jocelyn...
This is the last outing for Alex for the time being, but I'm sure he'll grow; people always do, whether you want them to or not.
I know I say something like this every time, but big up to Kristina LS for her help as always and hugs for stopping it from all going Pete Tong on me.
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction and if you haven't figured that out yet, where ya been?
Any similarities between person living or dead would be... well you know the rest.
JD’s Production and Payne’s World get together for a production, the girls get to do some shopping,
and Janice finds out who it was that hacked her program.
Synopsis: After being tricked into an undercover assignment involving roles of a more feminine nature, Dirk, now Tiffany, and Matt, now Brenda both begin to find out just what they stepped into....
"Mr. Grove your three o'clock is here." The voice of David Grove's secretary came through the inter-office communications.
'My three o'clock?' Wondered David. He knew he had no three o'clock. Just in case, he brought up his daily calendar, and sure enough he had no appointments for the rest of the day.
There is nothing overtly inappropriate in this story. However, due to some elements of it, this chapter may be difficult emotionally for some readers. I wish to apologize in advance for any discomfort experienced by the readers as a result of this, but hope you will agree that it is important enough to the story that it needed to be included.
Harkness Holdings had just posted another astounding quarterly earnings statement that left Wall Street analysts breathless with excitement. The chattering financial commentators were agog. Forbes, Fortune, The Wall Street Journal were all touting the quarter-by-quarter meteoric rise of Beauregard “Beau” Chadsworth, Harkness’ CEO, and his team who’d taken the moribund company and pushed it to the heights of Wall Street stardom. Harkness’ share prices reflected the unbounded confidence of investors big and small. From the get-rich-quick types to the most cautious investors, Harness was what they all wanted.
Beau Chadsworth was the darling of the talk show hosts who outdid one another in their fawning praise. In the post-Enron scandal era, Harkness was basking in its squeaky clean image. And Chadsworth, for his part was all becoming modesty. He was quick to point to the success and support of his team, Jack Levin the COO and Bridget O’Leary the CFO and their subordinates. Then there was the Chadsworth Foundation, already being talked about in the same breath as Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, so recently bolstered by the largess of Warren Buffett.
All was golden in the second and third quarters of 2006. Or so it seemed.
Bill was a nice guy. Everyone said so... all the girls thought he was cute as.
But cute wasn't exactly what he hoped for... at least sometimes.
Today was a big day, presentations... possible promotion.
But well... Bill, he's having one of those days.
For all those lovers of the original The Making of Nibs, here the latest and very definetly the best edit so far. I think most of you will agree this is tighter and the world truly lives.
Enjoy.
Chapter 1
Sitting in the living room of Damien Cameron’s home in Suraban, were Timaus, Damien and K Dog.
Timaus placed his mug of coffee down asking, “Do you think I should put Nicholas Calton forward for selection to the Academy?”
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Carrie’s Journey to Femininity
Chapter 1 The Encounter
Her tale is not a new one. The idea that she would grow up loving makeup and dresses instead football and jerseys is as much a mystery to her as to you the reader. It wasn't an accident that she was drawn satin and bows but a gradual evolution.
It's been a series of madcap adventures for Chrissie, starting in middle school when she posed as a Reluctant Girlfriend and on through her high school career as a cheerleader.
Now she's in college! Can you get a degree in crossdressing shenanigans?"
The Leader narrowed its pupils, just a bit... the equivalent of a slight smile for its species. The most important of the group were already supporting the plan. The others would go along, eventually. It sat back and let them plot and scheme, only occasionally asking a question or making a suggestion. Yes, this would work well...
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