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He’s humbly agreed to be a bridesman for his friend’s wedding. But as he quickly discovers, prepping the bride-to-be might be easier if he embraces his feminine side.
Colin’s best friend from work, Gigi, is getting married soon, and she’s asked him to join her wedding party — an offer he is honored to accept. But there’s a bit of a problem. With his unmistakably male designation as bridesman, he’s finding it difficult to mesh with the bridesmaids and to assist the bride-to-be with any female-focused preparation. Fortunately, Colin has some wonderfully feminine qualities to him: long blonde hair, androgynous features, and an impressively petite figure. Qualities which, if he wants to make the most of his experience, he might want to lean into. Just as long he doesn’t find himself enjoying them too much…
This ~70,000-word, 295-page gradual feminization novel is about ambition, friendship, romance, and discovering all things girly for the first time! The full book is now available on Amazon for purchase or FREE with Kindle Unlimited!!
Preparations are underway as Donnie prepares to accompany his friend Mitch to
Hawaii as his girlfriend. Lots to learn and lots to buy, then the process of
getting comfortable pretending to be a real women out in the real world.
I kind of rushed right into this new series. I truly hope that you like this!
Classic Café Corner, Down Town L.A.:
Rose takes a sip of her coffee as she waits for Sasha Wolfhart to arrive. She was lucky that Mrs. Wolfhart agreed to come and talk with her. She understood why Mrs. Wolfhart suggested this particular coffee shop.
She had googled the place and saw that it had an outstanding review. She looks around and tries to locate Sasha. After a few minutes, she spotted an old silver color Chevy Stingray Corvette pull into a parking space. A smile appears on her face when she spots Sasha get out of the Corvette.
Gaby Book 1 - The Anime Days Chapter *23* Sleepover
by Maddy Bell
Drew is just an ordinary thirteen year old. Well perhaps not that ordinary.
The girls challenge him to wear an anime costume to the Easter dance,
however they forgot to mention that he'd be going as a girl! Enter Gaby!
First it was his friends, then it's his family — everyone seems to want Gaby around except Drew.
And when perfect strangers think he's a girl, well the lad's got problems! Can he ‘kill' Gaby?
In the nurses’ office it was a little cramped so we took it in turn to get changed. One by one we took the uniform off for the last time and passed it to those outside to put with the other uniforms in the spare room. Ingrid was first, coming out in a shortish shift in the school blue, accentuated by a white belt and piping.
As we entered, I saw what was laid out on the bed. Shirley must have done this while I was getting the dinner.
It was a dark blue silk teddy. One piece with spaghetti straps and 2 inches of black lace around the bust and legs. It looked like it was made of liquid. I knew I loved the silk knickers I was wearing. How would this feel? Next to it was a matching silk negligee.
"I hope you like it. I got it for Susan last year. She never wore it."
The courtyard was alight with the radiance of hundreds of paper lanterns strung above, set against a matte painted black sky. Beneath the twinkling lights of the Beltane sky, and by the light of glowing paper lanterns, people robed in white laughed and danced; twirling, spinning, their hair flowing free as if they hadn’t a care in the world. From my spot a fair distance away, I watched Sheena twirl in succession with Elric, executing a complex series of moves that they made seem simple amongst a sea of other dancers doing the same or worse.
A gong woke us up for our first breakfast at Doom Valley Prep School. Today was the day we'd meet the older students, see the school and pick our classes, I was dreading every minute of it. While Ella stepped into her closet and came out wearing the blue school dress, I came out in my padded armour. After seeing how bad the freshmen were, I didn't want to even think what the older students were like and had to be ready for anything.
The question that plagues us regarding the existence of alternate realities, is whether or not they would all develop similarly to us. Would the inhabitants of such a reality be human? Would they walk on two legs? What would they love? How would they love? If the Goddess existed in their reality, what would her nature be? These are all burning questions which unfortunately cannot be answered. More importantly, if the Mah'Kur came from another reality, then in whose image were they created?
Keir pored over a paper that explained what little was known about the demons biology. Mostly it told how to kill the various types. A large pile of similar papers sat on the small desk of his room. He had sent his living maids to their small ensuite sleeping quarters, leaving only Hanina silently massaging his shoulders, as company.
The buzzing of my alarm clock awoke me from a frightful sleep. Slowly opening my eyes, I peered out the window of my bedroom. Darkness, total darkness. Taking a deep breath I reached up, pulled my pillow closer to me, and turned over, hoping to snatch a few extra minutes of sleep. It was not meant to be, for a few moments later, a harsh knocking came on the other side of my bedroom door. A few seconds later and the door was pushed open and there in the doorway stood my aunt.
He continued to glare at me, until suddenly his expression changed completely and he simply looked like he’d been hit by a locomotive. “Fi IS saving the world, jackass,” I said conversationally. “And you’d be the first to agree that the world can spare a lawyer or five. So stop being stupid, will you?”
I am adding this character in to flesh out my stories with more characters I can control fully and not barrow too many of others laying around the Whateley school
Lets see how you all like it and PLEASE PLEASE comment or I don't know what to do next or if you even like this plot?
The Hypnosis Game
Copyright 2022 by Heather Rose Brown
When I was around eight years old, a friend (who was sorta adopted as a cousin) stayed with my family for a few weeks over the summer. We played a lot of games while we she was there, but my favorite was the one where we'd pretend to hypnotize each other.
The game gave us an excuse to do weird or silly stuff. Eventually, a way out of being 'hypnotized' was added to the game. Someone could 'wake up' if they were told to do something like eat a bug, or anything else that felt like too much.
This is the story of what happened when it was my turn to be hypnotized.
Sheena strolled quietly through the bustling halls, hoping that she could at least find somewhere to think; somewhere other than that musty waiting room. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but for that first hour she had found herself feeling helpless, knowing that her sister was on the other side of the door in the hands of someone else.
“Sheena,” Kayla called out, trotting over to her. “Are you well?”
Down through history there has been many stories of heroes and the weapons of power. Thor with his Warhammer Mjölnir, the sword of Aries and Mars, Attila the Hun’s sword, and King Author’s Excalibur. These are but a few legends. Yet for every one of these legends there are two legendary weapons lost to time. Among those lost weapons are the few whose power comes with a cost. They are the cursed weapons of power. Each curse is unique to the weapon. The Black sword is but one such weapon of great power. This is the story of the weapon and its newest welder.
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...
Pat, Sam, and Barbara form a highly malleable triangle. Fate steps in, and a small, not very happy boy becomes a pioneer. Will Pat even recognize himself when his destiny is complete?
A tale about deception in the 1950's advertising jungle. Imagine that!
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