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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
Adrenaline surged...daring every sensory organ in my body to absorb the tiniest nuances of my first day out in public dressed as a woman. I touched the velvety skin on my wife's arm. "I'm so lucky!"
"Lucky?" Nicole shook her head in obvious bewilderment. "You've always wanted to be a woman," she had accurately said nearly eight months ago.
We have a tradition at school that I’ve always hated. Dress Up Day is a monthly event, and both the boys and girls are expected to dress in their best on these days. That isn’t all either, we also have to address each other as either Mister or Miss, follow the strictest rules of etiquette, and be both mannerly and respectful of each other along with our teachers and any other adults visiting our school that day.
A Day in the Life -- teaser for the Stardust contest
This is not a fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. This is my other entry in Bob’s Stardust R Us first anniversary story contest. This story has nothing to do with my Whateley serial period — no really, I mean it!
Imagine what life would be like if the bariers between realities were damaged. Or in this case, picture The Twilight Zone meets Monty Python with a touch of surealism thrown in for good measure.
As I struggled through the fog toward consciousness, the first thing I noticed was the overwhelming smell of perfume, accompanied by the no-less-permeating odor of cleaning fluid. My head was resting against some vinyl upholstery, and I could feel the persistent rumbling of an engine all around me. I wanted to open my eyes, but it seemed to take forever to make my body do anything at all. Instead, I just lay there and tried to figure out what the hell was going on.
I felt the world swing around, just for a second, then settle down and resume its steady rumbling. 'Wherever I am, I'm moving,' I thought. 'Feels like a bus. What am I doing on a bus?' I vaguely remembered leaving the gym, and walking toward my car, and then ... nothing.
A vignette about Tom's Golden Egg, just before he discovers it. No TG or Cross Dressing themes other than its connection to the original "Market Research". It just came to me this afternoon as I was waiting for Friday to end...
Hi everyone, Danielle here, just a quick note to all my readers out there. Many thanks for all the support shown me in the totally unexpected flood of E-Mails I received after I posted my first two stories.
While figure skating alone on a pond and trying to avoid the watery inlet, two big local looking short haired women in jeans and flannel shirts arrived on the scene complete with hockey skates, sticks and a puck. After lacing up they maneuvered on the ice aggressively and started shooting the puck down the ice. They seemed oblivious to me and in fact I had to dodge a couple of slapshots as I worked my figure eights, I felt a slam and was thrown into the water by a check. I heard a laugh and then one of them used her stick to pull me out.
This is not a fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. This is an entry in Bob’s Stardust R Us first anniversary story contest. This story has nothing to do with my Whateley serial, period. No, really, I mean it -- cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die.
Posting to Stardust defeated me, so Bob Arnold will post it for me. This a brief teaser.
Joanie films more NOVA and tests for that BBC Wales show. She's ambushed by a paparazzo and agrees to be the companion of a TV doctor. Babs and Joanie have a life-changing phone call. Our heroine meets a PBS legend and is filmed for This Old House. Work begins on her farm housing project. Joanie plans to teach a unique history seminar and gets bad news about the Smith's twins patent. Pinky reveals why Whateley labled her a dangerous student.
Andy Warhol said,"In the future, everyone will be famous for 15 minutes." What if your 15 minutes came late in life, and fame decided to never let you go? Could you survive the circus your life would become?
Here are eighteen stories of lumberjacks and bodyguards, fishermen and drag racers, plumbers and financiers who took a risk and fell in love with someone unexpected. They're a lot of fun and one or two of them might make you laugh-out-loud or even get a little teary-eyed. You should take that risk -- after all, romance is worth it.
My sister's all-girl J-POP band (in Texas?) needs a bass player. No problem, I play bass, but if I take the gig, it won't be an all-girl band.... So, obvious solution and I do look cute, unfortunately....
What do you mean, we're a hit? And we've got a contract!? And we're going to JAPAN?!?!
I can't be most popular girl in the band! My name is Sam...
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