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Guy Tregaskis stepped onto the porch of the large suburban home and paused for a moment to feel its force. He considered that all homes with any age carry a force, made up of the people who built it and the people who occupied it, and perhaps even those who occupied the land before the house was built.
And here’s the last chapter. Whether or not I write another with Lori, I haven’t decided. As I may already have mentioned, I’ve found it really hard writing in someone else’s world. Besides, I want to get some of my own stuff out there. I have a few of my old stories up on Amazon: Lifeswap Tales of All Hallows Eve
With one other, “Flip”, due to go up later this week. Once I’ve worked my way through the intricacies, I’ll make them available as print copies too.
I also have an all-new story with the working title of “Glitch” or maybe “Fzzzt” which will be going up on Amazon sometime hopefully before Christmas.
In the meantime, thanks to those of you who’ve stayed with me to this point. I hope you’ve enjoyed the story, and please remember to tip your writer (by which I mean comments or private messages. This is a derivative work and is posted free for your pleasure.)
After months of ‘sheltering in place’ I began to crave physical human interaction which is a normal reaction to loneliness. Perhaps I was spending too much time in lingerie, makeup and dresses and subconsciously wanted to experience something even more feminine; like having a physical relationship with a man. Did being immersed as Donna for so long kick-start latent desires?
Thanks
to Malady for his help editing and for ideas.
Cover
image from Unsplash
3.4
We
worked. That
is, Rachel
and I worked our butts off, and slowly, we started to make headway.
The men were probably the easiest. Over time, we were able to bring
most of them back to themselves. There were a few who didn’t want
to change from their new selves, but even the ones who wanted to
return to their old appearance wanted to hold off until the women had
been returned.
Carly looks at the books in her new office. She couldn’t believe that for the past five months all the business ventures she had invested in has started paying off. The detailed business brought in business every other day. The food truck was making a profit, and the vehicles she fixed and sold brought in a decent profit as well.
I planned to post this earlier, but I came down with some sort of food poisoning or irritable bowel thing and my body insisted I sleep most of the day. Feeling better now, but the last posting – the epilogue – needs a bit of work. I hope to get it done today, but it’ll be late
Cover photo by Jonatan Pie. Downloaded from Unsplash
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
8
Saturday,
May 8th,
2023
“What in the hell are you doing here,
Fraiser?!”
Ron Fraiser spun around to face, of all
people, Brandy Coleridge. “Whaddya mean, Agent Coleridge?”
The shopping trip Sunday evening wasn't nearly as bad as John thought it would be. He'd had difficulty at first, thinking at any minute people would start pointing and laughing at him, shouting 'dude looks like a lady' or things like that, but his transformation was flawless once he'd stopped fighting it and just went with the flow.
CHAPTER 4
The weather was holding fine and warm, but there was a cooling breeze coming by way of the gaps around the wagon’s sliding door. Despite the number of men, there was plenty of space to stretch out, but it was clear that nobody at all was looking forward to using the buckets. Dinger had already worked out that he could get his John Thomas out between the edge of the door and the side of the wagon, and demonstrated the practicality of his technique in a way that was extremely copious, as well as deeply satisfying, judging from the sounds he was making as he pissed. Jonty Charlton laughed loudly at the sight.
I always remember my twenty-first birthday. It was a good day and I was happier than I had been for much of my life. I was born as Aiden Ademir Gomez in Barranquilla, Colombia, in the new year of the twenty-first century, or the last year of the twentieth, depending on your point of view and arithmetic.
Boston police were waiting for them at the gate when they landed. There had been an awkward stand-off while Diego called the DPA to confirm that the detectives were actually on assignment as opposed to being there due to possible unseen influence from mind-controlling angels.
Assurances were received and soon Isaiah and the wizard were delivered to a brick police precinct sitting alongside a narrow Boston street. Being Californian all Isaiah could think of as they were ushered past the windowed doors facing the rear parking lot was that a single earthquake could level the entire structure. Given the number of brick buildings they’d passed on the drive there, the entire city had better hope against such seismic events.
Michelle arose before Sam. She went down into the kitchen in her kimono and slippers to get them both some tea and to start breakfast. Sam had offered to cook, but Michelle insisted. It gave her a warm feeling cooking for her man. She had just got the eggs and bacon out ready to cook when Sam sat down freshly showered holding the letter.
"You open it Sam, I don't want anything to do with that monster."
Lunchtime passed by rather quietly. Stephanie, like everyday had prepared a healthy lunch for her and Linda. As instructed by her stepmother this morning though she had to make two big portions one for Linda and one for Stephanie to share with Marcy. Usually Stephanie only got to make a small portion for herself. Stephanie was the one to go serve Linda her food and drink in her office while she and Marcy were expected to eat in the employee lounge.
Brooklyn goes out to celebrate with a friend and gets more than he bargained for when he meets Jeri.
Disclaimer: This is all Rosey Redd's fault, she put the idea in my head. This isn't related to Roberta ME's story. I actually wrote it and put it on my Patreon last week. Be warned: This was written while I was still half asleep and not thinking clearly so the humor and stuff may be a little weird. Thanks to Rosey Redd for the idea, help with editing, and the teaser image.
Despite growing up knowing about the Paranormal and seeing a world that normal people would never see, Seth was as close to a normal human as you could get. Everything would change on the day his father died and his life would never be the same again.
The CCP commit a first strike and get a surprise. Hypersonic missiles are not all they are cracked up to be when confronted with even faster, more agile spacecraft.
Melehan stepped to one side, leaving me in line of sight of his snipers and muttered “Shoot the bitch” into his cufflink. Several seconds passed and nothing happened so he tried again.
Melanie Brown brings us one of her sexy sci-fi romps in Valor, the story of a hapless lieutenant who keeps saving the day by being turned into a bimbo by the enemy.
Eric thought he was living a reasonable life until a series of calamities broke up his marriage, took his job and put his parents in a precarious position.
When Kevin, his tennis partner in High School, reminds him of the great team they made and offers him the opportunity to turn his life around he has a critical decision to make.
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