Not What We Expected by Tiffany B. Quinn We were home in Wisconsin in time to go out on the town for a celebratory dinner. Being in the role of a twelve-year-old, I had to settle for a Pepsi for the toast to our new beginning. The fact that Sandra couldn’t indulge in alcohol either, due to her pregnancy, made me feel a little better. I officially took up permanent residence in my princess suite that night. It would take some time for it to feel like home.

Chapter 18

     
How do the friends get along?
     

Chapter Three – Teacher’s Pet

Now that the cops realise that they have serial killer on their hands they bring in an FBI profiler who Penelope at first dislikes because she thinks she is losing control of the case. Her drinking causes her more problems but maybe the new guy can help her with that. We get an insight into the serial killer's home life.

Chapter 3

“So…,” she ventured again, “Could I get something to wear?”

“Oh, yeah! Yes, of course!” he replied, his voice cracked like that of an adolescent boy as he bent to retrieve the manifest. His hand shook so much, it took him three tries to pick the paper up, and when he finally held it in his hand, it trembled like a flagpole in an earthquake. “Follow me,” he told her, and loudly whacked his head with the hallway door as he opened it.

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Chapter 17
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The sun had barely risen when Mortar Mage left the mansion. Mary followed from a distance. She had been curious about that man for some time, and her gut told her that he went somewhere that Mary had never known before.

If it was home, and she saw nothing suspicious, then of course she would turn back and go somewhere else.

Continued from part 6 -the shed-

{a new direction - torment teasing and submission}

I continued blissfully rubbing Nicole's feet, one at a time of course, while Kathy used me as a foot stool, her foot at times
caressing my thigh, toes scrunching, reminding me her feet were there, constantly. I looked at their feet, they were the
same size, Nicole in beige pantyhose and Kathy wearing the cute tiny socks. Nicole's nylon encased feet were more
intoxicating for me, but having two pair of feet... teasing me... was uhm... intoxicating.

I’m really nervous as Judy drives me to school. My stomach is full of butterflies as I’m about to go to school as Suzie for the first time. Judy picked a nice mini-dress with a blue flower pattern. It’s pretty but I have to be careful to keep the skirt part down so my peach panties isn’t exposed under my taupe pantyhose. Of course I’m wearing my B-cup falsies. I’m also wearing a pair of white open toed platform shoes that show off my pretty plum toes. I’m going to be changing nail polish colors when I see Thelma on Thursday and I want the color to be the same as my fingernails this time.

Stacy Ellington was nervous. She was a magical girl. Valkyrie Stormbreaker was her name. Well, her magical girl name. She was part of a team of magical girls called the Storm Valkyries. All but two of them had storm in their names. She didn’t like her name. It was too war-like for her. Even if their group fought a lot. It was in defense of the innocent and defenseless. That was different.

Chapter 2

The forcibly transformed medieval boy princess struggles to adjust to life in our time
She has been adopted by a loving family and struggles to learn modern english and adjust to life as a modern girl

Matthew had just spent the last two hours doing his best to teach Serinina a new language. His frustration had just about reached his limit.

Chapter One – The Bride Wore White

Transgender cop Penelope Bishop and her partner Silvia Bickle catch a murder case involving a beautiful cocktail waitress murdered in her own home. Penelope is battling her own inner demons but will soon lock horns with a serial killer who has just begun his rampage.

Gina’s unexpected adventure.

Gina stood in front of the door nervously about to press the doorbell, why nervously, well, her attire was a little unusual. The short pleated skirt, the knee high socks, the 4”heeled MaryJane shoes, the white crisp shirt with a school tie, covered by a loose overcoat, were not the usual wear for a 25 year old man. Truth be told neither were the two pigtails, the read lippy and fingernails, and the brassiere with modest but definitely noticeable breasts.