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In this chapter, Emily navigates a day filled with grief and reflection as she bids farewell to her mother. Amidst the weight of the occasion, small moments of kindness and support from those around her offer glimpses of comfort and strength, helping her take the first steps toward healing.
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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 Vanilla Cake Club Part 1
By Sabrina G. Langton
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(Author's Note: This is a story I wrote a while ago. I always felt it was too long so I am cutting it up into six chapters for easy digestion, don't forget to wipe the powdered sugar from your dress when you are done. It contains a lot of sex but not in the first couple of chapters. Hope YOU like it...)
‘Well Julia close but not close enough. She certainly would have liked to have been a model. She is pretty enough and she’s tall enough but she was much too shy and she had a disadvantage to overcome unlike most models.’
‘Is she related to you? Do you have a sister or a cousin?’
This is a story I wrote last year. It is a trans-romance. It has a little sex in it, but not much. It has had some criticism about spelling and grammar on other sites(not here). I have re-written some of it and corrected most of the errors.
"If you want, we can go to court and fight this out. You know being the poor put upon wife I will probably win, and you'll pay costs."
I groan as I reluctantly wake up. My mother has just given me a good shake before leaving my room. Monday mornings aren’t exactly my favorite. Then I see the outfit my mother had picked out for me today. A nice black A-line skirt and a very frilly blouse. Add to that black pantyhose and shoes with a distinct heel and frilly underwear. I groan yet another time. Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean that I’m a girly girl.
Abrupt Change Chapter 2 An original story by Lajien Edited by Julia Miller
Ryan sat in the backseat of his mom’s black SUV while listening to music on his tablet. George sat in the front seat beside Heather; seeing that his school was on the way between Ryan’s and their home, they dropped George off at his high school first.
Ryan was glad that his mom and dad agreed to let him sit in the car without a car seat. He didn’t lack in height when it came to kids his age. Being 4’ 6” and with George’s help, he convinced his parents to let him ride without a car seat.
Being the baby of the family and the fact that he almost died when he was a baby made them very overprotective in a way that Ryan didn’t like sometimes.
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.
“Okay,” Sophie sighed into her phone as she laid in bed. “Thanks for letting me know. Stay safe.”
“Will do,” the receptionist said as she ended the call, leaving Sophie to groan with frustration as she stared at the ceiling. It had been over two weeks since she’d last had a shift from the airline, and while she was certain she wasn’t being persecuted (unlike when her first book had been published), it came as little to comfort to her- much like the knowledge that while she wasn’t going anywhere, nobody else was either.
The six desperate men of Villawood Montana have the freedom of a town they can't leave while all around them are the trappings of normality but there are no women. No women to give them comfort. But Wesley Meakins hides a secret and it will be the undoing of him and Sam Steele.
Chris looked down at the terrain they had set up on the gaming table. It was a detailed forest simulacra with representative building walls, carts, beasts of burden, town folk, guards, and of course unique little figurines representing the various players characters.
Abrupt Change Chapter 1 An original story by Lajien Edited by Julia Miller
The Houstons are a family of four. The parents have two sons. Heather is the mom who works as a lawyer, and her golden blonde hair was a mess as she just woke up around 6:00 am. She needed to wake her sons and make them ready for school. First, she walked to her youngest’s room, 10-year-old Ryan Allen Houston.
While she had no favorites among her children, Ryan was her baby. He was the baby of the family. Not only was Ryan the youngest, but his 15-year-old brother George and his dad treated him as a baby. Ryan knew he was the family’s baby and learned to accept it even though he didn’t like it.
Walking to Ryan’s room, Heather opened the door and stepped in. Heather shook her head, thinking how cute her baby looked while sleeping. She chuckled at Ryan sleeping with his thumb in his mouth.
“Don’t worry, Riley! It will be okay.” Alice almost pleaded with me.
“Famous last words. You forgot to mention that the girl who is playing the Beauty is actually a Beast.” I told Alice.
“Oh come on! I promise it will be okay. Let’s get to our afternoon classes. We can all meet again after school and talk strategy” Alice said seeming a bit stressed out.
“Alright! Sorry, Alice! I am simply feeling nervous about having to work with Madison.”
Getting dressed for our shopping expedition was the easy part. I fretted over the makeup but thankfully, Mia had come prepared with more than just the clothes. Applying makeup to her standards was OTOH a different experience so I let her take over. By the time she was done, we both had very pale, almost white faces, thick black brows, ruby red lips and black eyes with lots of emphasis on the outer parts. We also wore pairs of the thickest and longest false lashes that I’d ever seen.
When I was allowed to get out of bed I found that my wardrobe now had some of Suzettes’ old clothes in it. My mother told me that they had been saving the cast-offs for today and that there was new underwear and other items now in my drawers.
When I dressed I found that it all came naturally, able to do up my bra without a thought. In a blouse and skirt with open toed sandals I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised at how good I looked.
Summerfield High School:
Shay braces herself as her father drives right into the flagpole at her high school. She looks over towards him, as several security officers at her high school come running out and over to the truck.
“Are you alright, Ms.?” Security Officer Wallace looks at the young girl on the passenger side of the truck.
“I’m okay, I think my father hit his head on the windshield.” Shay looks over toward security officer Wallace.
Inspired by their kids' love of the dress-up game, divorced moms Gail and Judy search for a cute guy who would like to play the game with them. In an encounter at a rack of pretty sundresses in a local department store, Gail finds a willing player in Carl.
I blinked and stared at Evan, totally confused. Evan was my childhood friend and current roommate. Both of us were students at the Tiresias College for Mages. He was a pretty tall guy, skinny as a rail, with a fairly androgynous face. And if we're being honest, a fairly androgynous voice too. As for me? Well, I'm... average. Black hair, blue eyes. A couple inches shorter than Evan. Not skinny but not fat. Like I said, average. Oh, and my name is Jason.
Who hasn’t had a bad day? But Capt. Wainright’s rapidly went downhill after answering a distress call only to wake up from suspended animation in the wrong body—that of a 15 year old girl! His ship now overrun by heavily armed troops, he (or she), will just have to soldier on—it’s going to get worse before it gets better!
Worlds where being different ISN'T your biggest problem!
Murder at the Shapeshifters' Ball by Rodford Edmiston Buy it on Kindle
Stickmaker's collection of classic SciFi Transformation Tales leads off with a great detective yarn!
Everybody who can be anybody is at the party, including someone willing to kill a beautiful elf!
Thirteen stories set in about ten different worlds deliver mystery, suspense and adventure. With a few important transgender transformations among the furries, aliens and fantastic creatures!
There's a sample of the first story after the break!
Tim is patiently waiting for his high school days to draw to a close. He can’t wait to go away to college, far from a dad who is disappointed with his son’s tiny frame. Tim is also unhappy with his body, for a much more shielded reason. Music provides the catalyst for lasting change.
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