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My name is Marc and my story began like so many others that are considered as being ‘different’.
I was raised and influenced by a single parent household that consisted of my mother, twin sisters and me. Mother desperately wanted a third daughter that she would name Marcia; instead she dropped the last two letters and I became Marc. A stint at summer camp further ignited and fueled my feminine side.
'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)
The bad news that arrived at the end of the last installment has huge ramifications
for Jordan and he tries to come to come to terms with everything that has been thrown
at him.
In this chapter, our hero gets a new understanding of what delicate can mean, learns about a confrontation in the principal's office, and follows a friend in pain into the unknown.
"What is with this city, anyway?" said Michelle, as, together, she and Vic moved into their den and the couch in front of the TV.
"Part of it is that it's a crossroads," said Vic, shrugging as they sat and unconsciously snuggled closer. "Part of it is that all the empty - in many cases abandoned - properties and even entire neighborhoods here make hiding illegal activities relatively easy.
“ Don’t be daft Kim, what harm could you do, even if you wanted to, there is not a lot you could do, all fixed up the way you are. You are a girl now, remember that and just get on with life as normal, and stop worrying, you are more girly and feminine than a lot of the others we will be playing against.”
“I might consider myself gender-fluid,” he told her. “I just flow male 100% of the time. But one day, if I wake up feeling girly, I would put a dress on, just like that one.”
CHAPTER 11
I made sure I followed the paper in question for a few weeks afterwards, which amused Ruth when she caught me reading it one day as I got outside a coffee and a ham and cheese toastie.
“Not exactly your sort of rag, girl!”
“Ah, a running story I’m looking for an update on”
“Would that be the one about the little shit who got a kicking from people you definitely didn’t know?”
This story has some Christian stuff at the end. If this will offend you, please read something else.
Grant
drove.
He
spent Christmas with his folks in Scottsbluff, Nebraska, but now he
had to get back to his job in St. Louis, Missouri. He had plenty of
time, as it was Friday, and he didn’t start work until Monday. He
figured he could just enjoy the drive. He would go to Omaha, then
drop down through Council Bluffs to Kansas City, then cross Missouri
to St. Louis.
The girls were delivered with their luggage a couple of days later, excited at being in London but also wondering why they were with us so early. I explained that the agency we worked for had an urgent need for four models to take part in a long photo shoot and that I had volunteered them for the job.
CHAPTER 10
My little Honda made short work of the ride up to the club, a sleeping bag strapped across the rear seat and a change of clothing in the throwovers along with some toiletries for the morning.
Being where I was, the bags also held some waterproofs.
During an era of sweeping change -- a new national highway program, the infancy of space travel,
the “invention" of teenagers — was Bob Isle out-of-step?
Or was he way out in front?
When Caleb's sister offers to get him and Jess an opportunity to play-test a new Virtual Reality MMORPG, Caleb's vacation just may change his life and the lives of those close to him forever.
“Tooth F…” Rei, who was looking particularly androgynous since she awoke, didn’t even finish the word before staring at me and then sighing. “Okay sweetie, you’ve had your joke, now please let us go back to sleep.”
Author’s note: This started as my entry in the tropes contest, but since I couldn’t finish it in time, I decided to set it free as a solo ….
The adventures of Overpowered girl (and her sidekick The Scribe)
Cast of Characters:
Dottie (Me!), aka the Scribe, sidekick of Overpowered girl
Jaci, my best friend, and not-so secretly known as OP girl
Now on with the show!
Sanctuary Ranch, Hayden, Colorado:
“What do you think, Bart?” Anika was walking around the custom log mansion.
“I think there’s no way the Hunter organization will be able to sneak up or set a trap.” Bart was at least a hundred acres out from the old fashion log mansion.
“Not with the wolves patrolling the property.” Anika knew her brother was going to bring some of his wolves to patrol the property.
We went now to the Officers Mess where we were allowed to freshen up. We were then taken into the mess hall where a long table was set for dinner. The Major told us that we would be joined by some of the officers and invited NCO’s that were in the camp at the moment. “Many of these men have served more than one rotation overseas and all had been down that village street so there may be some comments about it later” he said, with a wicked grin on his face.
Final chapter. What sacrifices will Taylor make to save her startup and when the ninety-day transition period is over will she elect to remain a girl or return to her male body?
This story might take some explanation for those who were born after 1980, when the Dick and Jane readers started to disappear from school curriculum. The cast of this three-child stereotypical white family included Mother, Father, Dick (the son), Jane (the oldest daughter), Sally (the youngest daughter), Puff (the cat), and (Spot) the dog.) The Dick and Jane books were aimed toward ages 3 – 6 who were just starting to read.
My recent story "Girlyfriend" got a comment from BarbieLee that it was a reverse story. Since Barb is a selfproclaimed Oklahoma cowgirl I responded by threating to write a "Reverse Cowgirl" story in her honour. Here it is.
It has been pointed out to me that I have been very bad lately at posting updates. I'll be trying to fix that, starting now. Please enjoy this, the next chapter in Sasha's tale... that might or might not have been done a year ago.
Don't hesitate to tell me what you think, even if it regards the delay.
Another story featuring the adventures of Outlook.
March 9, 2008. Dunwich, NH
Lynn took a few steps back to distance herself from her group of friends as they decided upon which restaurant to pick, the choice was between Chinese or Italian.
Danny's Perdition: It’s the 24th century and Danny has discovered that his work for the government has several times condemned people to termination. The newest suspect has been thoroughly transformed by a department called “Visual Perfection,” and now Danny must do his duty, once again. Would traveling across the continent in an antique machine offer a realistic alternative?
Also included A Dollar Short: Tilford has a dead-end job. The idea that someone would offer him a great position seems alien.
Checks can be made out & sent to:
Joyce Melton
1001 Third St.
Space 80
Calimesa, CA 92320
USA
Note: $6000 is the operating, maintenance and upgrade budget. Amounts received in excess of the $6000 will be applied to long term debt accrued over the last 19 years.
Dedications:"For Emily"
For Stanman: "He was always there to offer a kind word and encouragement."
"In loving memory of
Robyn Lovelace
My life partner,
my life's love, my friend"
-- Karen J. Taylor
This site is dedicated to the
memory of lost friends
and particularly for
Jeanne Gerrib,
Rick Buhs, and
Bob Arnold.
-- Joyce Melton
This story has some Christian stuff at the end. If this will offend you, please read something else.
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