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Bailey has lived in the shadow of his popular, cheerleader sister, Jessica, for as long as he could remember. Everyone loves her while he remains remarkably invisible. That changes when he tells his friends he can mimic all of his sister's cheerleading moves and gets forced into a bet he loses. While showing them he can do what he claims, one of his friends films it and puts it on the internet. Now everyone wants to know who the talented "girl" with all the moves is, including his sister and the cheer coach.
Like The Lost Boys, Wendell never grew up. He just stopped growing when he was very young.
As a very small man, his future seemed bleak and sad. Then he met Maggie who saw a
potential in him that no one had ever seen before.
Jessica and Luke are siblings who have experienced a whole world of pain and hurt in their short lives. When it seems that, for once, things are finally beginning to improve, a local drug gang invades their existence, and their world threatens to crumble down around their ears. Read on to see how they and their friends fight back.
Distant birds in Gabriel’s sky hang motionless, and the breeze ruffling through her brother’s soft curls ceases entire. The scene of the mighty slabs guarding the entrance to the Monument below sits frozen, and, unlike before, the page does not turn.
Everything remains still instead, as if suspended by Raphael’s previous words.
“Mouse, I’m going to give you access to Eruption Communications satellite system. You should be able to monitor all cellphone calls coming and going from the US Marshal’s office.” Anika sits down at the dining room table where Mouse’s laptop was sitting.
Lilly, Zoey, US Marshal Weather, and Ashley didn’t know Mouse brought her laptop with her.
“How do you have access to a telecommunications companies satellite system?” Marshal Weather looks at Anika.
“Because I work there, and my brother owns it.” Anika looks at Marshal Weather when she responds to him.
Kelly stands and watches as her father is secured to the wall. The doctor that did all her modifications and surgery had done an outlandish job on her father. He got what was due to him and now he’ll be the one having his ass and pretty little mouth used by men.
“I hope you enjoy your new occupation, father.” Kelly takes a picture of her father as he is secured in place.
Shannon O'Reilly was bullied and everything his older sister wasn't. When his sister Sarah gives him a chance to change things through a single wish things don't go as planned.
I Wish: Book 5 Chapter 2
Fireworks
By Amethyst
“Wow, and I thought that we left Hell to get here, maybe I was wrong. I’d rather go back there and face the Demons,” I muttered as I turned away and started walking.
CHAPTER 9
That was the pattern of my life. Despite Nea’s oblique hints about solitary night-time activities, I had no real grasp of what being a lover might involve. I just knew that Alys was the focus of my life, and I believed, or, in the small hours of the night (sorry, Nea) hoped, that she felt the same for me.
My weekend started after the room cleaning finished on Friday. I was to present myself at the hotel salon for the full treatment and, after that I would be taken to the hotel womens’ dress shop to be given my costumes for the Fiesta. Before I went to the salon I took a safety razor with me into the communal showers and gave myself a Brazilian. There was no way I would allow anyone to see how I was built down there.
While I've written a couple of stories that dealt with suicide, I've never had the nerve to describe my own experience. Until now. Please ... please be careful, before reading this story, and make sure it's something you feel you can handle. Knowing other people are okay is a lot more important to me than knowing this story is read.
Rob honestly didn't care that 'Nessa was a tranzie; she was his daughter in every sense of the word that mattered. Their relationship might have been very different had she looked and acted like a boy, but the point was moot. 'Nessa wasn't a boy, she was a pretty teenaged girl who'd come to love him as her Father – again, in every sense of the word that mattered.
“look Richie ya shudden get too close to ma” Steph said sadly.
“lemme be the judge of that Steph, I'd call ya a friend and friends dun let friends suffer”
That caused her to look more closely at Richard and the haunted look softened. She let out a shuddering sigh and moved round to face him.
“I'm kinda special Richie, ya see I was called Stephen, but I kinda don't feel like a him”
This is a story I traded to Sourpaw (on FurAffinity) redone to be gay. It’s a * second-person* story that features you (as a guy) getting lost on the backroads and finding your way to a seemingly normal town with a broken-down library. But little do you know that those who come to the town of Nitif often find themselves fitting in, in ways they never expected~
Thirteen year old "Katrina" is forced to dress up as a little girl prior to a mercilessly long tickling by her cousin Karla. This unexpected humiliation seems to go on forever: when the torment is finally complete, "Trina" realizes she will never be the same again.
After a particularly nasty break-up, a young man’s life is changed when his ex-girlfriend gets her hands on a special voodoo doll. (Done as a request for a fan over on DeviantArt)
Back at home, I sat in the garden with a bottle of wine, thinking about what Jeanette and Kelvin had said about me still dressing as a woman, As I had said to Jeanette, it was just becoming automatic for me. Obviously with the breast forms still fixed in place, putting on a bra just seemed the right thing to do, and everything else just followed on from that. I still felt that my guiding spirit, whether it was something buried in my genes and sub-conscious, or whether it was a ghostly influence on me, still had work for me to do as Lexie. I was comfortable and enjoying life, and seemed to be accepted by everyone I met as a young woman.
We’d got it down to a fine art by then, even though it had to involve the Youth Hostel Association and two of their nicest buildings. Once Keith had finished work on the Friday, the Little Kat was loaded with tank bag and throwovers and once I had managed to settle my bum onto what passed for a pillion on a Suzuki GS550 Katana, I could let the shoulder straps out on the frame rucksack I was wearing, so that it sat on the tailpiece of the bike and I could actually straighten out my neck.
I always said that I needed violence. I said it then: There is nothing like another man’s blood on your knuckles to make you feel like a man. Or that moment when you know a stand-off is going to turn to blows. The adrenalin is surging in your blood as you imagine the sound of his face being crushed. Yours or theirs, it makes no difference. It’s the buzz I needed.
And I know why I needed it. Because I knew that deep down inside me, I was a girl. I fought that every day of my fucking life.
The world turned upside down!? Famous superheroine accused of murder! Lawrence Hawthorne and his lovely, talented, and dangerous assistant/bodyguard, Sally, must use their skills, powers and experience to track down and stop the real murderers (and the people who hired them) before a mysterious doomsday weapon can be unleashed.
All this amid a backstory of alien invasions, political, corruption, and corporate wrongdoing at the highest levels.
This latest in Rodford Edmiston's intriguing Masks saga combines science fiction, superheroes, swords, noir detectives, cyber sleuthing, and transgender shapeshifting with intricate plotting and tense action!
Keeping the Peace Masks 19 - A Disturbance in the Peace By Rodford Edmiston Buy on Kindle
"Granny, Granny, please tell us a story! Pretty please, Granny!" said nine year old Linda as she sat on the floor with her twin sister Julia.
They had on matching sky blue blouses and navy blue skorts which each had embroidered a red rose with green stem and leaves as well as the first initial of their name. They both looked precious in their white knee socks and black Mary Jane's. Each of them looked intently at me with their deep blue eyes, resisting the temptation to twirl their long blonde hair in their fingers, since they loved my stories.
Before I could answer, Julia burst out, "Tell us a new one, Granny! Pretty, please!"
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