Sex.
That was one thing Emma had neglected all her life. She had turned 20 a while ago and had only done the act a handful of times.
But ever since she felt pain, fear and pleasure at the same time as Andrew rammed into her repeatedly, she couldn't get enough.
She felt complete. And why wouldn't she? She was all woman now.
Her C cup breasts were larger than she was used to but she was getting used to them everyday. And Andrew seemed to like them so she flaunted them.

This isn't what pleasure felt like. It couldn't be. Emma lay beside her boyfriend with the covers drawn up to her boobs.
His limp dick pushing against her ass. Her sore ass.
This was the first time she had ever had sex. She'd figured that she might as well experience it as her former self before she completed her transition. Before she could have sex the way she was born to.
Before she could take the whole lot of her fiancé deep into herself.
The thought alone made her shiver with pleasure but now all she actually felt was pain.

drew sat at the table looking over some files when Emma walked over to him wearing one of the baby doll nighties she had gotten from the agency
"Hey honey" she said
"Woah! Where the fire?" He said looking up at her
"You like?"
"Yes I like!" He said smiling
She sat next to him and put her head on his shoulder
"What are you working on?" She asked
"Nothing important" He said putting the files aside. He turned to kiss her after a while sliding his hand under the nightie.
After kissing for a while, Emma interrupted
"Andrew?"

Emma woke up smiling. Relishing in the thought that she could fall back asleep if she wanted. It had been 3 days since she had met Andrew's parents which was followed by 2 more days of soul crushing university work but saturday was here.
She didn't have anything to do except wait for calls regarding her request to change every document she had to reflect her gender and change the pictures on her drivers' license.

"Lovely woman you found, son" Mr. Matsevich said as he and Emma walked back into dinning room.
"Oh don't i know it" Andrey replied as sure as ever.
Mr. Matsevich took his seat as Andrey got up to hold out the chair for his beautiful girlfriend.
Emma looked lost, disoriented and Andrey could see that.
"Is something the matter hun?" He asked a little worried.
When she didn't answer, he called her name touching her forearm "are you okay?"
Emma this time responded "yeah no I'm fine. I'm just feeling a bit woozy" she said getting up "bathroom?"

Lucas had called Emmanuel all day that next week. Of course Emmanuel had not picked up a single phone call. He didn't want to talk to any of them. If was clear what they all thought of him. He had simply taken his pills like he was supposed to and basically avoided everyone. Even people that were not on his team... or former team.

What we see is like the shadows on the wall. To know the reality, you must see the real objects that draw the shadows.

Legend of the shadow

This was the very first story I ever wrote back when I first decided to give writing a try. It's inconsistent, filled with errors and generally not that great. I only leave it up to remember how far I've come. Please read something else.

The next Masks stories is over 21k words and only about a quarter of the way through, so here's something to hold you in the meantime.

There's a lot of humor in this tale, but it's darker than my usual. Also, as with Weave of Life it ends after some immediate problems are solved but with the larger situation still needing to be addressed.

I began this set of stories in 2000 and the last installment was in 2002; which gives you a clue as to how fast (or slowly) I write.

Castle Freak: Part 1

Strange Crew

by

Rodford Edmiston

Doctor’s log 3: “The anti-huggle”

Excerpt from the personal logs of Doctor Dorothy “Dottie” Bellion

Stardate: Classified.

I belong to the best crew in Starfleet.

I knew that, but in case I needed to be reminded, they proved themselves again.

It all started with why I invented the huggle generator in the first place. See, I suffered some ... traumatic experiences young, and one of the few things that helped me process that was the unwavering support of our family dog.

If you look exactly like your sister, never say "yes" when she asks you for help...

The Other Woman – Part Five

Continuing the story of how a wife meets the other woman in their lives, who happens to be her husband.

This story is dedicated to my friend and fellow author Warm Hearted, who has called me his cheerleader.

We have become good friends and confidants, sharing comments and ideas on our stories as well as messaging and emailing each other regularly.