My friends used to joke... (albeit wrongly, I would add.)

What's separates a crossdresser from a transsexual? About two years and therapy.

I saw my friend Lyle arguing with a cheerleader the Year is 2228.the Earth now ruled by Amazon Women I am 14yr old boy living in the western suburbs of Sydney Australia that argument was going to change my life for ever.

5 Baby Sister and Callie New Sister.

Leah said “ hey Callie would you rather be a jock or a cheerleader”. Callie said “ I would rather be a Cheerleader and a girl and Sabrina I under stand what you meant last night now this planet is not our home world we are Amazon girls.

Author's Note:

As I mentioned, I am on travel, so this is a bit of a shorter chapter. If I get any more posted this week, they will likely all be shorter--I will get back to more normal posting this coming weekend/next week (hopefully).

Happy Reading!

HUGS!

Life at school is settling into somewhat of a routine. The ‘reds’ are being quiet—I wouldn’t go as far as to say they are tolerant, but I think they know enough to lay low. That doesn’t mean that I trust the ‘truce’.

By the year 2232, the Earth is now ruled by Amazon women after around 40yrs ago an alien female Amazon force invaded our planet and made females superior , stronger and smarter . Now at the age of 16yrs. Boys will be told of a selection process my friends and I am due to for selection .
this our story how my friends and I lives were changed forever and the people around us and how I went from pleasant boy to someone else who I am now a woman with power.

78 new Amazon woman Nicole

Cameron has a surprise introduction to the MCO which causes an unfortunate recovery set back, and must face growing pains.

This being the third installment, hope it doesn't fail victim to the curse of the threes and be a turkey - more than it already did when posted earlier.

The story takes place in the Whatley Universe, thanks to it's creators for making such a marvelous playground.

Jem… Chapter 166

Jem…Chapter 166 by Bailey Summers Copyright © 2013 Bailey Summers All Rights Reserved.

*Before…

Part of my brain is in wounded animal mode and Belinda helps my synch my OBC to the system and it’s a little strange, no it’s a lot strange knowing that I’m going to be seriously monitored with my sleep and breathing and neural activity and all sorts of things that have to do with taking mental trauma and shock.

It’s very big brotherly in a way and at the same time there’s something to be definitely said about having a sort of safety net where if I’m nightmaring bad that someone will know and either let someone know or even have the option of engaging me with stims and waking me up from it.

I settle in to the room/sleep pod that I’ve been given and it’s warm and cushiony and even that adjusts to my comfort levels through the OBC link and I’m soon drifting off as the gravity lessens and there’s soothing music being slid into my awareness through the cyber link.

I didn’t know that I could feel that exhausted on the inside.

Well a different kind of exhausted.

Before my change I was more than exhausted at being someone that I never really was.

At least that part is better.

*And Now…

Ryan comes to the realization that he has lost not only his gender- but also fifteen years of his life. While this painful epiphany begins to break down the carefully formed walls of his masculinity and ego, he is forced into an uneasy alliance with Ashley, understanding that the two share common goals- escape. Meanwhile, the girls meet other victims, and the reason behind their transformation is revealed.

Excerpt:

My hands explored my face, feeling the delicate bone structure, the cherubic cheeks and the smooth hairless skin. Next, I peered down at my hands, as if seeing them for the first time. This was not some drug-induced nightmare. I couldn’t believe how tiny they looked, like the hands of a living doll. I flexed my fingers, wiggling them and then stared at the nails, which were adorned by a bright purple polish. My dainty toes were painted the same colour. I felt around the side of my head to my ear lobes, noticing little studs protruding from them.

The Imprint

What happens when you choose wrong? You slowly go mad.