*Chapter 39*

Decision Made

“I’m still mad at you, even if you made cake.”

The Honeymoon
a Timber Grove Story
by Trinity

A sexually unfulfilled Roger finds that his gorgeous new wife becomes much more sensual on their Honeymoon, but what happens when her newly found sexual appetite turns from men to women? Will their new marriage be able to survive a night of changes in Timber Grove?

Author's Note:
This is the second story set in the "Timber Grove" series, but it is a stand alone story that you can fully enjoy without having read any other stories in the series.

“Seriously, the street gang of Techno-Mage wannabes? That Union? They were kindehackers, as I recall, more into the flash and fun than real running. How the hell could they be behind this and didn’t they vanish about ten years ago?

“They did vanish about ten years ago. The Union I knew couldn’t be behind this but the Union I knew is gone, replaced by street ghosts and phantom whispers of unstoppable Runners and assassins, wraiths in the system so deadly they scared the megacorps and world governments.”

“Come on, Mary. I saw some of those kids with their tophats and steampunk crap, Victorian-era costumes. There is no way they could be remotely involved in this. The kind of tech this body has? If the corps and govs can’t field this shit than how could a former street gang?”

“Understand that what I’m about to tell you is what I’ve heard from people I consider pretty reliable sources, people that have since gone tits up or vanished completely, you copy? Someone is covering their tracks hardcore.”

I looked at her. “If they’re that hardcore how come you’re still drawing breath?”

“Simple: I used to be one of them.”

I don't know if you've seen the TG Mixed Tapes that pop up here every so often that I'm occasionally a contributor to. This story was originally going to be a part of that, but those plans changed, so I decided to share it anyway. I like to believe this is an interesting twist on a gender change, but this has probably been done before. Either way, hope you enjoy it!

Richard was looking for some fun in his boring life. He was walking down the street when he saw a shop that mysteriously seemed to call to him like a siren's song. He walked in and was greeted by a funny-looking little old man. The man somehow knew of Richard's predicament and exclaimed that he had just the thing to solve his problem. He brought out a device he said that could take Richard to many different realities.

"Welcome to Timber Grove"
Timber Grove: Story #1
by TGTrinity

Chapter 8: "The Red Space"; Chapter 9: "Thanks for Visiting Timber Grove"

Welcome to Timber Grove, a lovely coastal town where changes happen everyday. Meet Samantha Brown, an FBI agent who has a life changing experience with her secretary before going missing. Follow Agent Timothy August as he searches for Agent Brown, and begins to find that things in Timber Grove are never what they seem.

Author's Note: This story is a re-imagining of "Timber Grove: Season One" which was posted online in 2013. Chapter nine completes this story, but there is more to come. Over the next few weeks I will be adding the "Timber Grove" series onto BigCloset TopShelf, and I look forward to hearing what the community here thinks.

*Before…

But I just couldn’t and I took another sip of tea before I asked. “So I don’t mean to pry or anything but is this your first time at a trans heavy bar?”
She looked like it hadn’t quite occurred to her, then I could see her turn it over and over in her head and she looked at me again and the look was different. The bright sparkle was gone but there was a thoughtful look instead of anything that I’ve seen that might mean trouble.
But her hand slid from mine ending the extended handshake and she looked me over again and this is a look I know, it’s that just found out and seeing if I pass, if she can tell or if she can pick out my many faults and flaws.
“So you’re a trans woman?”
I nodded and took another sip of my tea.
Chris took a drink of her club soda and set it down and looked out to where others were dancing and then back at me.
“So do trans girls dance?”
She offered me her hand and took hers and she led me out to where everyone else was and we started to dance with the crowd.

“So… Yeah,” I say as the professional make-up artist applies a layer of adhesive to the tops of my ears. “Why, exactly, again?”

“It’s his favourite show,” Charlotte explains. “He’s done so much for us over the years, it’s only fair we throw him a party for once.”

“And he’s 55 this year, it’s as good a time as any,” Hannah says. “And the show’s celebrating its fiftieth anniversary, it just makes sense, really.”