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Drake's mother remarries, and he now has a new step-sister, eight year old Jasmine! Fourteen year old Drake is excited to have a little sister, but has yet to have a chance to really get to know her. Can he get along with the slightly mischievous young girl?
This will be an episodic series featuring crossdressing and transgender themes. You don't have to read all episodes to enjoy it, but I recommend at least reading this first episode to introduce you to the important characters.
The next story I want to share with you, was told to me by a friend who is almost like a big sister to me. Her name is Lana Taylor Edwards, she is nineteen and a Freshman at Holmes Community College. She is studying to be a nurse and often credits her time in scouts as laying the foundation of her future career. She is one of the few scouts I know, who has earned all three of the top tier rewards, those three being the Bronze Heart, The Silver Heart, and last but not least, The Golden Heart.
In this chapter, the crisp beauty of an autumn morning sets the stage for a day filled with family bonding and simple joys. Against a backdrop of clear skies and golden leaves, the characters explore the park, finding moments of laughter and connection that offer a reprieve from life's challenges. Amid the playful chaos of kite flying and soccer games, deeper emotions surface, leading to a quiet yet heartfelt conversation that underscores the importance of trust, understanding, and self-discovery.
Fit For Life Fitness Center:
“Higher ladies.” Sandy looks at everyone in her exercise class.
Some of the women were new and some were ones that have been taking her class for a while. She notices a light brown hair teenage girl that was new to her class. She was a little awkward in her movements. It was like the girl didn’t know her own body.
Sandy continues to watch the girl until her class is over. She walks over to the girl “I noticed you were having some difficulties. Is everything okay?”
Petrified as he saw the bus coming, Josh knew it was too late to get a ride from his mother as she'd already gone to work. Getting a ride with his father, which wasn't an option as he was not due back until that afternoon, would have been more humiliating than getting on the bus in a dress. He honestly respected his parents and their right to express their opinions, but he'd gotten enough of a hard time in Primary and Intermediate school when his classmates would see the rolling campaign ad for the Democrat Party. Not because of their politics, but simply because it looked so tacky.
Warning: If you don’t like reading fetish stories, then stop reading now.
Author’s Note: None.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Ron is a twenty something cross-dresser. As he grew up he witnessed the birth of the Al Gore’s “Information Super Highway”. And was an early participant in such groups as alt.fashion.crossdress and alt.support.crossdress. From the information garnered there, he’s convinced that if he’s ever to have a successful marriage he needs to tell his intended before he proposes. He’s tried three times and each time has resulted in each of them walking, if not running away.
Is there any hope? Can an understanding wife be found?
Early Morning, Jack’s Ranch:
“Are you sure about this Mark?” Jack looks at Mark, Jester, Aylin, and Bree as they stood next to a black Subaru Forester Wilderness.
Mark and Aylin had talked about it and they wanted to drive back to New York instead of taking the Lear Jet. It would be a family vacation for them and they knew Bree would enjoy it. Jamie didn’t mind, she enjoyed the time she spent with Jack and Debbie.
To prevent confusion, I’m referring to Mark as Mel, and using female pronouns.
After they had sex. Mel went to brush her teeth. She looked down and saw she was hard again. It had turned her on? She just supposed it was the soft silk underwear.
I had already typed a letter of resignation, so after we had got tired out from shopping, we got a cab to detour via the main office. Margo waited in it with our bags while I went in to tell them I quit.
I walked into the lobby and used my pass card to access the lift to the sixth floor. In reception I gave the card and letter to Julia, behind the desk, to pass on to the boss.
Mantra (Malibu Comics) has caught up with a fellow ultra, Hardcase, and is awaiting the arrival of two more ultra friends. Their plan is to overwhelm Gus with their combined power before he can start a fight that will lead to injury or loss of life. They are banking on what is called one of those "best-laid plans." What could possibly go wrong?
All who have ears to hear know the tales of the great King Arthur and his knights, their stories filling hearts with enchantments and glamours while leading many to again hope for the return of justice and the true faith of men.
But few know the story of Sir Leif and the Questing Beast, of how he met his end and also his beginning.
His tale starts not with his childhood as the only surviving child of his father and mother’s lineage, training diligently every dawn until sunset in the ways of knighthood as befit the son of a duke who had bravely died in service to his king. Nor does it commence with his many victories at Arthur’s side - though his sword was indeed mighty, for countless foes fell to its sharp blade as wielded by an arm stouter than oak.
This takes place after Ron and Debbie had been out for a meal. This is Debbie's thought's on the journey back.
Debbie hated the way she was at his beck and call for sex. Often she was left unfulfilled. She took care of her needs when he wasn't around. Then again she found idea of being subservient to a man a big turn on. Why did she crave this?
I never thought that this kind of thing happened for real, but there are strange people out there.
I suppose my mother was strange too. She always had a hankering to see me dressed as a girl. She told me that she did it when I was a baby, dressing me in pink just because she liked to hear people say: “What a pretty little girl”. Any chance to put me in a dress for Halloween or fancy dress she always said: “Go as a princess. Let me get you the outfit.”
The whole crowd seems to like me now
'Cause they think I'm cool but back when I was in school
They found it very easy to hate me
Funny how always these times are changing
Back then I was so easy to shatter
But now in the end it doesn't really matter
Tap your foot and listen in
Ignore the world, let the music cave in
Close your phone and breathe in the air
You'll soon realize that there's something that is so much more than this.
Can you authoritatively write about things that you haven’t experienced?
I write internet LGBTQ porn and Jenny always leaves comments about my stories and I always reply. We became pen pals several years ago. Jenny lives in Florida and I live on the West Coast; being 3,000 miles apart created a sense of security due to anonymity and distance. Jenny retired at age 30 due to a very large inheritance and substantial monthly royalty checks; he is a very well kept woman.
Snow's whole life changes when the winter solstice arrives.
“Wh… what are you?” Autumn asked in awe. I wasn’t surprised that she had picked up on it, Fay senses are nearly as keen as those of Animen, especially their hearing.
We were up, bright and early, on Monday morning. After a cup of tea Margo kissed me and went back to her own quarters to shower and dress for the day. She had decided that she would be with me when I met Keith for breakfast.
I showered and put on my gaff and underwear, adding a pair of panty-hose that I was getting pretty good at putting on now.
"Wh-what?!" said the man, scandalized. "That's outrageous! We're not child stalkers! We're agents of the US government, here looking for known lawbreakers you're sheltering!"
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