Chapter 23

As soon as Linda had left Stephanie spoke up again. “Marcy, minthe over to the bed right now. We have no more time to wathte. You heard my mommy the doethn’t want to get dithapointed and I thwear if you dithapoint you won’t only have to fear whatever the has in mind.” Stephanie threatened with the crop in hand.

Finding Julia - Epilogue
By Julie D Cole
The decision had been made thanks to a heart to heart chat with a new found transsexual friend Georgina and Eve was delighted that the recommendations of the hypnotherapist and the guidance of Professor Nightingdale.

Chapter 1.1

"Sis, you need to try it, at the very least.”

We were in Carla’s lab, and she was showing me a belt buckle that was quite flashy. It looked like something that would have been worn by the ancient singer, Elvis Presley.

“Why would I wish to experience the memories of a madman?”

This story was originally written by Julie, sometime in the 90s and posted elsewhere. I read it and liked the premise, but the ending didn't suit me. So for my own enjoyment, I rewrote the ending. Julie's end had Chrissy transitioning, mine is more like my life. When I was finished modifying the ending, I liked it so much that I couldn’t resist posting it, so…

Part Three. A ‘Normal’ Life?

We have just started our weekly game show binge, another of her favourites. You may think that I sound henpecked but having her diverted means that I can think for myself for a while.

Of course, having just one pair of eyes, that means that I had to set up this remote method of writing. My computer is next to the settee and I have put a long lead on the keyboard so I can write while we sit with her concentrating on the screen. Now, back to the second day of my – I was going to say nightmare, but it is really just different…..

Frontier Bride
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

If it were not for the disturbances that I had caused, and the trouble thus delivered upon me, I would not have gone West. I was a young man who favored the gentle life, though I could not afford it. I was certainly not ready for the challenge of hard work, it having been avoid assiduously for the first 27 years of my life. But needs must, and I was in need of escape.

Part Two. Harry is no longer who he once was. The "new and improved' Harry must track down all the pieces of the puzzle before time runs out for Susan. Can she get back to who "he" once was? Contains mature themes, descriptions of sex, and transformations of all sorts. Spoilers for all Dresden Novels

Leslie wakes up and finds herself sandwiched naked between her wife Casey and Charlotte. Her face had been buried against Charlotte’s right breast. She also felt Casey still buried deep in her ass with their favorite strap-on. Casey has always been the domineering one in their relationship. That was one of the things she loved about Casey.

She grinned. “He called you ‘miss,’ I didn’t want to confuse him.”

“You’re confusing me,” I said.

Part 1 - Melrose

Chapter 3 - Salad

TTSD 1: Tinker, tailor, soldier, Dot.

They say your life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die, but I didn’t believe it until it happened to me. What’s worse, seeing my life flash before my eyes want even the strangest thing that happened to me on that fateful day.

The day I died started off so well. I’d been tapped to join a group of other Canadian soldiers on a mission to assist the Americans who were involved in the Libyan civil war, even though I was a raw recruit just out of Basic training, and a latent Hyper besides.

Part Two. Harry is no longer who he once was. The "new and improved' Harry must track down all the pieces of the puzzle before time runs out for Susan. Can she get back to who "he" once was? Contains mature themes, descriptions of sex, and transformations of all sorts. Spoilers for all Dresden Novels

The Ambassador's Wife - Epilogue.
Part 1 of 2.
By
Angharad.

We arrived at Heathrow and during the half an hour or so it took to clear immigration and have our luggage collected - remember I was with a VIP, and ostensibly, although I was on extended leave, I considered I was still protecting Rosie, although in reality, she was probably baby-sitting me.