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Eli grew up on a ranch in Montana. He had heard about Incursions, Breaches, and the Titans that came through those breaches to slaughter some people and capture others. To him though, it had always been something that happened far away to other people. His life was forever changed though when a Breach opened near his home, everything he knew was destroyed or taken, and he ended up Altered.
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.
“ Kim, you have been living full-time as a girl for a couple of months now, I can’t remember the last time I looked at you and saw a boy. It’s not just the clothes and hair and things, but working with me and the girls you have picked up a lot of our mannerisms, the way we talk and express ourselves, even the way we walk and stand. The longer you continue like this, the harder it will be to turn back the clock. Unless you intend to take it a stage further I really think you ought to consider going back to school as a boy.”
I was now faced with the most difficult decision of my life. Mum had cleared the way and both her and Carla were in full support. I had the outfit and I had spent the day as a young woman visiting a Spa and having some beauty treatment without any questions or challenges. I never faced many hills in my life but it felt like I was looking at a mountain.
Alexandria, Va.
“You know, you boys aren’t very bright or very good at what you do.” Brandi looks at the six guys hanging upside down from the rafter.
She had stripped them naked after bringing them to a warehouse owned by her real estate company. These morons had been following Jack and Cheshire. Jack gave her a call and a quick trap had been set-up with the help of her crew.
Jack told her to interrogate them and find out who they are working for. She was permitted to use any technique she wanted to.
Helena walked in and says “ I hear you are getting ready for a invasion your majesty”. Shego replies“ yes prime minster we will inform you as soon as the invasion has begun as all plans are classified to the royal members of the Amazon empire and a need to know bases”. Helena replies “ I understand your highness”.
Hollywood, California:
Christine stretches as she opens her eyes and looks at the beautiful sky through the sliding glass doors. She and her boyfriend arrived at the airport and were met by one of Cheshire’s agents. They were taken to one of Jack’s and Cheshire’s safe houses in Hollywood itself.
She could feel Lache’s strong chest pressed against her back. They were to tire after their flight, to do anything last night. She gets out of bed, without waking Lache and walks down to the second floor, where the kitchen was.
A Friend when Needed
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters
Tad looked suddenly very serious. The game was long over and the last two pieces of pizza had gone cold. Beer had been drunk: enough to lower the inhibitions but not enough to drop them both into a stupor. He looked at Jason, squarely in the eyes.
“I can trust you, man,” he said, “I know I can. We’ve been true pals for so long that I feel I can tell you anything. I can, can’t I?”
It was morning when I opened my eyes again. I quickly scanned the room for Ben. He sat in the corner and seemed to be sleeping. They'd tied him up tightly and sometime last night, he'd calmed down. I brought my hand to my neck which still hurt badly. I had difficulty breathing properly and was nursing a terrible headache but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't be mad at him.
He was sick. Maybe Ollie had been too, I didn't know. I couldn't even pretend that the island hadn't affected me too. That dream was proof of that even if I hadn't had another one since then.
Will ‘Others Prefer it Cool’, the sixtieth anniversary remake of the classic Billy Wilder crossdressing comedy ‘Some Like It Hot’, be a hit at the cinema?
Will the film’s English producer, Rachel Sixsmith, be able to persuade her toyboy lover to attend the premiere in drag?
And does the film’s male lead, all American action hero Jack Jones, really prefer panties?
Of course the answer is yes to all of those, but do read the story anyway…
A Navy seal instructor on vacation gets transferred into the body of a 12 yr old triplet. She uses her seal training to show her sisters she is some one to be reckoned with.
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Katherine Phillips
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When I opened the front door I expected yelling but it didn’t come. Carol and Rick were sitting silently on the couch.
This is a story inspired by a wonderful YouTube Video recently posted. This is my take on the build up to that video and perhaps I will share the title at the end of the story unless there is a risk of me getting into trouble.
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She had dreamed of a ballroom with the silver sphere above causing a spectacular display of color along the wall. Everyone was dressed to play off the brilliance of that spectrum so that in the darkness they were an illuminated display of art. Even their faces, obscured by masks, sparkled in the low light. It was best to be hidden from sight, as her parents did not approve of her choice.
Wendy and I were playing another couple of models in a game of beach volleyball. With our height we were the current champions but this game was getting too close for comfort.
On Monday we all went our separate ways. Joanne and Minh went back to Nashville with the band; Julia went home; Riordan and Nina left for Riordans’ house; Tom and the crew in the trucks and the buses left for Nashville by road; Angela and Mary and I went into the head office as Simon wanted to talk with me.
Author’s
note: Many years ago (don’t even think of asking how many) I read
a book by David Gerrold, published in 1973, called, The
Man who Folded Himself
It was a very different novel, and was actually nominated for a
Nebula and a Hugo Award. The idea for this came from that book.
Chapters 1 and 2 are loosely based on the beginning, but after that,
it goes it’s separate way.
This
is a story that will be added to when I have time, so please don’t
expect it in any particular schedule.
Thank you to Malady for editing this.
--Rosemary
The
Letters - Chapter 1
Chapter 1
It
had been a long time since Gregory had been to the home of his
grandfather.
I
know. Lots of stories start this way, but this is somewhat
different.
Let’s
resume.
Greg
took the key out of his pocket and looked around. He turned a
complete circle as he surveyed the property. There was nothing there
except weeds. The mailbox was destroyed entirely. It appeared as
though someone had driven by with a baseball bat and smashed it at
high speed. The post still stood, although the top was jagged, but
the mailbox was nowhere to be seen. He unlocked the door and entered
the house.
On
his twenty-first birthday, he had gained ownership, which was
strange. He hardly knew his grandfather. He would have thought that
someone else might have been willed the home, or the old man could
have sold it. It should have paid off all debts, but strangely, he
was the only beneficiary. There didn't seem to be any bank holding a
mortgage, or unpaid taxes. He wasn’t going to argue.
Harry Grant at 25 fell victim to the international criminal, Ron Simon, AKA the Switcher. Poor Harry had been mind-swapped with an old man of 65. Forty years of his life stolen in a moment…
Dennis is a stunt man, er... boy, er... young adult. Being of slight build, although muscular, he didn’t get into sports when in middle and high school. No, he was far too deeply involved in the motion picture business by then. It all began when he was less than a year old and snowballed from there.
Baseball players are the most superstitious of all athletes. Andy has played baseball his entire life and is currently a Minnesota Twin in the twilight of his career. The Twins win a game after Andy shaves his leg for the first time. When the players decide that there is a causal relationship between Andy becoming more feminine and winning games -- all heaven breaks loose.
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For Stanman: "He was always there to offer a kind word and encouragement."
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Author’s
note: Many years ago (don’t even think of asking how many) I read
a book by David Gerrold, published in 1973, called, The
Man who Folded Himself
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