Becoming Chloe Part 1 of 3
by Cindy Johnson ([email protected])
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It was about a year ago when Kate was putting my dry cleaning away when she noticed 'the box' and that's when the changes started. She found my secret stash of women's clothing and made me explain in detail why I would hide this from her. Since the box contained every feminine item you can think of in my size along with size-9 high heels, there was no escaping a truthful answer.

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.

Devotee
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

My son JJ had always had a spiritual side.

I came from a religiously family and reacted against it. I would not call myself an atheist. I guess that I have always felt that I had a personal god – somebody to talk to in moments of crisis, to ask the question ‘why?’, or to shout at in moments of frustration. My wife too, came from a devout home. They were Catholics and when she married me and moved away from her family she chose not to connect with the local church. So, both our boys were raised without religion.

The Blossoming of Ciri

Chapter 4- The Return Home

“Hi my full name is Alex Damion Marteau and I’m. Well currently I’am 18 but in this story I will be telling you about when my life got turned upside down and changed both me and my family forever...” Chapter 4...

“...hmmm... Oh!” I said as I stretched and yawned sleepily, looking to my left and seeing my clock that Dad brought me from home. 11:59 AM, Friday.

“Mornin, little sis. Finally awake are we?” Allison said beside me.

She put the magazine that she was reading down and stood up to stretch.

It's been awhile! For the last few years, life's journey has been taking absolutely everything I have to give it. However, I have cranked out this modern take on the theme of the Fates messing with your life, thrusting you into the kind of situation that makes you feel trapped and teaching you the harsh lesson that control is an illusion. Writing about that metaphorically was a great exercise that I thoroughly enjoyed. I hope you enjoy this story!