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'Alterations' continues the story of Stacy's journey from 'Exchanged' and 'Little Hope.' Stacy is a young college student who chose to travel to a new dimension to study their advanced computing technology at a prestigious university as an exchange student. Stacy thought he knew what he was getting into when he traveled, but multiple events show that he didn't plan for every problem he would encounter. Recently on a trip his adoptive parents adopted another Little, Bella, to help prevent her from being taken by unscrupulous Amazons. Stacy now begins orientation and classes at Emerson as the small family attempts to stay safe from the outside threat. Can Stacy manage to navigate college classes and everything the dimension can throw at him, and still make it back home with a degree? (Story set in the Diaper Dimension)
Against his better judgement, a man gives his wife a very feminine piece
of lingerie for their anniversary. She does not appreciate the gesture and makes
an offer that he takes her up on. I am trying something different. I know that I
can sometimes be irritating to my readers because I take a week to ten days between
chapters. This time, I've written the whole thing in advance and I will be posting
chapters on consecutive days until it is complete. The upside is that readers will
get the story faster. The downside is that reader feedback will not help my writing.
Let's see how it goes.
“Look,” she said. “We can make you fool a guy inside a couple of days, but you will have to be able to fool girls in the club that you are one of them and they can spot a fake a mile away. Before we take you down you will be tested out here to see if you can pass the girl test.”
When I got to my underpants, I hesitated, and Jane laughed.
War is over and for the survivors that means it's time to cleanup and recover. Unfortunately recovery doesn't always mean rest as Energia and her team find out when they are tasked with investigating a newly discovered secret mountain hideout. Jelly turns to jam and they end up in the THICK of battle with...
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Marcia is seventeen, and along with Darryl, has moved south in Alaska to attend the Anchorage campus of the Alaska State University. She wants to pursue her dream, but will it pursue her instead?
As is always the case, I'd like to thank Malady for his help checking through this story for the many errors I frequently insert, as well as listening to my sometimes completely crazy ideas about the direction of the story and telling me how crazy they are!
Chapter
3.11
Wednesday,
May 12th,
2023
8AM
Marcia,
Chet, and Fraiser were perusing the area near where the body had been
found when they saw
French and Coleridge approaching.
“G’Mornin’,”
Fraiser called as they got close.
Marcia
was worried that they’d be ordered out of the area, but Coleridge
asked, “Find anything?”
Sitting at her vanity, Erica brushed out her hair. She loved that the braids she'd taken out had given her hair a cute wavy look. She'd braided her hair before her shower, blown it dry, then taken the braids down and brushed it out, just like the night of the Halloween party. "April? What do you think?" she asked, turning to look toward the bathroom.
Sam woke up staring at a light fitting on the ceiling in a corridor. He was waiting assessment. Covid meant the hospital was nearly overrun. As his eyes focused he saw Suzi. He tried to sit up, but his head throbbed and he collapsed back onto the trolley.
"Suzi! Michelle?"
Suzi shook her head.
"No, no, god no please. "
"Sam please calm down. They are doing all they can, but she's in a coma."
The Joiners pt 6.
by
Angharad
Penny rushed up and interrupted Cary's practice. He had his electronic piano keyboard plugged into his computer and headphone set. This included a microphone, so he could speak or sing while he played and no one would hear the music except him, though they would hear his voice.
CHAPTER 19
The rest of our time at Shrewsbury went along the same path, with some decent music, a lot of dancing and some steadily more intense practice sessions. Mark’s grandfather, Mr Kerr, had turned up on schedule, which meant a lot of hugs and kisses from most of what was now our group, plus some initial confusion on my part when he made some noises with his lips and tongue that I assumed were meant to convey some sort of message, at which point Steph simply slapped his arm.
The UN officer hurried from his vehicle towards the ruin of the building, from which smoke still rose lazily in the setting sun. He was sweating from more than the tropical heat and humidity.
"Report," he said, after quickly exchanging salutes with the senior officer on scene.
When Sheri found out about Chris's preference for undergarments,
she dropped him like the proverbial hot potato.
Now that she's had time to think about what she did,
there's some regret.
Lucy
A Short Story based on Historical Fact
By Maryanne Peters
My Mammy always said that I was more stubborn than a mule, so I always stayed away from mules. I won’t buy a fight if I don’t need it. But my folks knew soon enough that there was no winning an argument with their girl Lucy. Sure, I was born with something that did not belong, and without something that did, but nobody was going to tell me that I was a boy.
Jennifer Jones is a trainee FBI agent who is offered a one-off chance to work under cover. She will be hunting one of the world's most dangerous criminals. She will be: Click Bait
Mantra (Malibu Comics) has many trials to face on what is a night of crisis. She has to call up some of her ultra friends before she can confidently take on her own son Gus. And not only her daughter Evie, but also the members of her local fan club are in dire danger, all at the same time.
The
Visund has found a small village in a creek and freed the locals from
those of the Ascendancy. Now Eriana leads her men on a mission to find
and destroy the rebel force. What she finds shocks her and makes her
reconsider her recent actions.
This story occurs after Who Wears the Pants in The Marriage.
Billy’s and Sara’s Apartment, Santa Monica, California:
Sara was working at her workbench developing a new electric dart that keeps a charge but delivered 2,000 volts to a person when it is fired at them. She’s been working on the design for a while now and has miniaturized them down to the size she wanted.
Erica waited outside her bathroom door. "Hurry up, April! We're going to be late!" She heard the water turn off and the shower curtain open. Waiting a minute, she saw the door open as April exited, wrapped in a towel and smiling gaily as she pulled off the shower cap.
A beautiful and mysterious woman, Cindy, inaugurates a competition between Greg and Henry to decide who shall become her boyfriend. Winning depends on figuring out Cindy's most intimate desires - and then subsuming one's life to them. Fortunately for Greg he comes to realize that Cindy and he share the same desires.
Michael, after a debauched and corrupt life, goes to Hell, as he very much deserved. In a fit of demonic irony, the Powers of Hell recruit him to be sent back to Earth, transformed into a succubus called Lorilei.
Who the Hell knew he --now she-- would have such talent for the job? And if Heaven knew--They aren't talking about it.
Sex and power go together for a succubus and Lorilei learns to enjoy both with a spicy bit of Chaos as well. But there are dangers even for one of The Damned and Lorilei needs to watch her cute little tail with the spade-shaped point on the end.
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