Sara wakes-up and felt strong arms holding her. She looks down at the hands holding her and smiles. She was finally his wife. Her ass was sore from all the love making her and Dave did last night. She glances at her petite hand and smile as she admires her wedding ring.

Her breast and hips were still a little sore from the plastic surgery she got to look more feminine. She has always loved Dave since she was a child. He and his wife always seem to be deeply in love with each other.

Flight Lieutenant Second Class Jason Cole is the fifth generation in a long line of military family members and the third of the current generation. Unlike his older brother and sister Jason cannot be fitted with a bio-A.I. This one fact will led him on the greatest adventure of his young life.

Dedication:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real world persons or events is unintentional. However, one of my long-time online friends recently received successful gender surgery, and knowing of her upcoming experience gave me a beginning idea for this story.

So, this story is dedicated to my friend Jane.

Wishing you all the best!

[Prologue]

Now that Myron has become Myra, he -- she -- is turned over to the attentions of Molly O'Toole. Shamus' wife will be able to give the young stage robber the advice -- and the clothing -- that she will need if she expects to pass herself off as a natural-born girl in Eerie, Arizona.

Music to My Ears – Call me Leah

Lenny was politely enduring yet another phone call of manly advice from well meaning Uncle Dave about his appearance.

“Lenny, people are gossiping and the family is getting very concerned. You need to butch it up a bit and get a haircut. You've got your mother in a whirl. She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl. When we were fishing last week the bait store owner said “that dude looks like a lady”… and he was referring to you!"

In the near future, Andy is looking for a way to earn some money. He decides to go along with what appears to be a Nigerian scam. Things don't go as planned of course.

"Knight T'aa Please remain." Master Satele ordered. I had done a few things that they should remind me of. Chewing out Master Quilljayk for not teaching his Padawan in the way he would have understood. Or maybe they had heard from T7 of the times I had kissed Ranna. I still had to say goodbye to her.

"Priority signal via Coruscant, from Master Kiwiiks." the aid declared.

"Master Orgus I have discovered a situation that requires further assistance. The suppositions we have about Coruscant are correct the dark presence is strongest here." she reported.

Just a little mental wandering and stuff.

Michelle Chapter 2

“OK,OK I get the picture” I said and stepped away from then and took off my shoes and socks. Tina was unbuttoning the flannel shirt she had on and Suzette was rummaging through one of her drawers. She came out with two pairs of athletic shorts and two t-shirts. I had my back to them as I took off my shirt revealing a camisole.

“I like that, can I borrow it?” Suzette asked.

Whoops. I didn't mean to go dark for a month - but life is kicking me in the teeth a bit lately, so I forgot. Anyway, enjoy this one, which really should have been posted here before now.

Jackson was in a mission to save mankind, but a series of incidents made him question his place. The more he questioned, the more he felt something was wrong. Wrong with him, his mission, and even the space ship he was on. The problem was that CLAIRE, the artificial intelligence system could also see something was wrong and was determined to fix things.

Jem… Chapter 211

Jem…Chapter 211 by Bailey Summers Copyright © 2013 Bailey Summers All Rights Reserved.

The life of Emerald Jocelyn Stubbe is full of heart ache, but also wonder. When she died at the age of 41, she quickly finds herself 35 years in the past, only she's inhabiting the body of her six-year-old self. Will she break under the stress of reliving her life or will she make it better than it had been before.

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CHAPTER 42
We spent a long time in bed that night as a family, Rhod deciding that he wanted a cuddle in the night, which limited the conversation a little, though Blake did steer us through it with some artful use of euphemism and long words. I wanted our little boy to sleep soundly that night, even if I couldn’t. My sleep wasn’t encouraged by the fact that Rhod’s entry had allowed a small furry buzz-machine into the room, so our bed was rather full.