Adwomen
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Siobhan and I had gone through a similar education for a career in advertising. We shared a modest apartment in the city. We were both young and ambitious, and short of money. The only real differences were that she was a woman, and I wasn’t; and I had talent, and she didn’t.

 

Chapter 12 - The Sniff Test

Sunday Morning
I woke up to a discrete knocking on my door. My first fuzzy thought was that at least my head wasn't pounding like the door did yesterday. So call me stupid, but I stumbled to the door and opened it wearing just my pajamas.

What do you do when you look 7 years old, but you're actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen's entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn't the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her how she looks, 7 years old?

Georgi was in year eleven and just turned sixteen. She played the bassoon and was into chemistry. She was intelligent, played netball, wrote scifi and fantasy, loved dancing and made a lot of her own clothes which was understandable as she was six foot four, hugely bosomed and bottomed and had very wide shoulders.

The Power of the Goddess
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

My father was involved in outsourcing work in India. He was in discussions with a large business in the South of that country – in a place called Kollam.

Dana’s Story, Part 3

After getting Dana's hopes up for his crossdressing desires, Kathy lays a wet blanket on him. For now...

A Cloudy Outlook

Having learned of her blood connection to Bab's, Lola now has to negotiate the delicate issues that arise between her and her adoptive sisters. She is determined to reassure them that nothing has changed between the four girls but she has yet to tell Bab's about the blood connection because Bab's is still very frail after the surgery.

CHAPTER 41
I had a hangover the next morning, but we had the shower, as Mam had promised, and I spent more than a few minutes soaking, which gave me time to settle my mood and my behaviour. Not my day, much as I might have wished things had followed a different course, but in a way the day actually was mine. Two people I loved would be happy, so suck it up, woman, and be happy for them. After all, didn’t I have Class?

Terry’s Song

This is a fan fiction for Leslie Moore’s Wildcats. If you haven’t read them, you are missing out. This is a side story of the Wildcat’s.