I was born in Derbyshire England I was a 14yr old gothic outsider teen boy until I met a Amazon cheerleader who changed my life ever thing in my life was going to change my name Brendon Patterson at the moment this is my life my story to now but I will become princess Izabella on planet Called Amazonia Earth in year 2232

chapter 7 my life as her royal highness of Amazonia Princess Izabella Jamison

When two friends have the same dream that tells them how to swap bodies, homely and insecure Pam asks beautiful vivacious Rose if she will swap for one day - just to help her sort her life out. But when Rose agrees and turns into Pam, becoming short and ugly, her friend doesn't seem all that keen to change back.

A dark tale of female to female transformation.

THE FAVOUR

By Emma Finn

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Martin/Melanie's admissions interview at Teresa's school.

*Before…

It’s a flagship too like The Apollo but it really isn’t.

Long but with top and bottom sleek beveled armor and it looks sleek and then there’s the grand tower of the bridge and then there’s these huge arms/bridging sections that come off of it and extend out to these pods and each of these pods is like casing and FTL protections for smaller combat warships that it’s carrying.

Like sixteen of them in the two kilometer length ready to detach and disengage at will and that’s not even coming close to the hundred plus meter middle strip of the ship between the plate that is literally turrets and weapons and landing and fighter bays.

You know you’re really becoming part of the military culture when you see something like that and you smile.

I smiled because we were so close we could amplify to visual and see it in detail.

Heck I didn’t know what I was seeing with everything until I heard the watch commander talking about it with definite reverence.

The sound of someone who served on something like that.

I want to serve maybe on something like that.

*And Now…

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see? A sequel for those who wanted to know what happened to Grace after she went through the looking glass.

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Authors note: As I dont have a quote key any more, I am using * instead

An overheard conversation

*You know what transgender is? Well I am in transition *

*oh you must have just started then*

*huh?*

*Its almost a shame that a pretty girl like you would feel the need to be a guy, but I guess you have to go with your heart*

*Actually ... I was a guy.*

*No! Really?*

*Really.*

*I cant even picture you as a guy*

*Neither could I*

*Well, good luck*

*Thanks*

By Melanie E.

A simple-minded little story for anyone looking for one.

In year 2232, the Earth is now ruled by Amazon women after an alien female Amazon force invaded our planet and made females superior , stronger and smarter . At age of 16yrs. Boys will be told of a selection process my friends and I am due to for selection .
this my story how my friends and I lives were changed forever and the people around us

14 Life under Amazon Occupation
*********day before the invasion *******

I sat at the vanity in my pretty, matching, pink lace bra and panties. I had lost my ability to fight against my would be captors so, with my hands in my lap, I simply sit as still as I can. The other girls whirled and whizzed around me, applying makeup and fixing my hair just right. They spun me around and gave me a good look over. Satisfied, Marcy, the obvious leader, handed me a pair of thigh high nylons and instructed me to put them on. All I could do was nod as they had done something to me and I was unable to speak.

This story is completely different from my story “Coming Out” and not in any way connected.
I usually write stories that basicly are nice. This isn't.
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It all began so well. I was coming back very satisfied from camp on a Sunday. I had made camp hell for no less than eight twelve-year-olds. One had even left before the end of camp! My personal record! Tears sweet tears. You’d think I would have been in trouble. Oh, no! I’m good! I know how to bully kids and other weak victims without exposing myself.