A Second Chance

By Dawn Natelle

Another long chapter, and a hard one to write. I hope it is interesting to all of you. I have spoiled you all with daily postings for the past week, but I think it will be two or three days until the next one. Dawn

SUNDAY, May 8, 2016

When you have strict parents nothing can keep you from going to school.
Not being a trickster mage with a brand new spell or suddenly being a girl.
How will everyone react? Mercy is about to find out.

 
Tommy finds something out about himself...

 Sky Blue

by Erin Halfelven

Andie and Allie Chapter 23

“My God…!!! It’s full of starZ!!!”

Monday loomed large over the weekend. Allie and I had a lot to speak about. We had broached the subject of my ‘official’ gender before but the discussion with Susan brought the subject to the fore front again.

Masks XVIII

by

Rodford Edmiston

Part Fourteen

"So that was a demon," said Vic, stunned. She shook her head.

"Surely you suspected this," said Sharma, puzzled.

"Well, yeah. Suspecting is different from knowing!"

Adam’s dream had always been different. While all the other kids around him played with their Overman and their Glory action figures, and chattered about how great it would be to save the day, his thoughts were full of darker things: swirling capes, shadowy figures, spinetingling cackles… You could leave those so-called “heroes,” saving the day with their fists and muscles, to the populist masses. Villains were the idol for the truly discerning, for the intelligent man.

But it wasn’t until he was a teenager, full of self-righteousness and hormonal rage, that he finally received the impetus to act.

I get a text when I step outside. It’s a selfie of Chinta, posing in front of a statue made of diapers. I think that means I should meet her near the statue made of diapers.

I look around for a statue made of diapers, then put my phone into the face of the nearest passerby. She nods like she’s seen it, and adds an expression like she’s seen everything. She’s young. It’s cute.

I give her the closest I can get to a “where is it?” expression, and she points further into the maze. I don’t even try, just set out in that general direction.

A Second Chance

By Dawn Natelle

Here it is, the long awaited sleepover episode. (Well, not so long, this is only the 12th episode of a story that was first posted a couple weeks ago.) Enjoy. Dawn.

FRIDAY, May 6, 2016

Becoming the main character in an interactive erotic novel seems like a dream come true - but failing to read the contract might make it more of a nightmare. Jake never bothered to find out that the main character was female - or that her main love interest was a futa. Two details that will soon bite him in the ass - and maybe a few new body parts, too.

Masks XVIII

by

Rodford Edmiston

Part Thirteen

Early afternoon, in San Francisco. Among the people walking around the shops and stores of this downtown area were at least two who were much more than they seemed.

"Are you sure he wants a cell phone?" said Tiger, as he and Tal wandered around a shopping district.

Time to Pay
By Anna NaMaus

The story of a philandering husband and his wife's revenge. In this Chapter Jenny finds out exactly what her husband is up to and gets some advice.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Andi and Allie Chapter 21

“What About Bob???”

As much as our lives had changed forever that evening, our day to day remained as frantic as ever, and as usual. Bob Preston was pressuring me for a show and he was anxious to see what I had so far. I, of course, included Allie and her work whenever he mentioned me. I reminded him that Allie and I had a number of joint works.

Before Sierra could accept my greeting, I heard a song begin to play from nearby.

I recognized it after a dozen or so bars as a catchy pop tune sung by a trendsetting young chick by the name of Ami Amuro.

Before you ask, yes, I was introduced to her by the girls in my class last year.

Remember, they never really saw me as a boy, so I was included in many girl discussions.

And no, I do not own Ami’s posters or music. Her songs were catchy, but they weren’t my cup-of-tea.