By Melanie E.

I feel like writing something today, so here we go. An open ++fiction page, a keyboard, and a little bit of time. What can we come up with?

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Two chapters today:
Chapter 27 -- Easter
Chapter 28 -- Sex

I think a content note for 28 would be redundant :-)

Brand spankin' new, never before seen (except on TG Storytime earlier today). I'll be posting this here at the same time as I do on TG Storytime and DeviantArt. Hope you enjoy.

Some good comes out of an upsetting day.

Pointe Shoes, Chapter 3

"You're up early," Mauve said as she walked to me on the pier over looking the Gulf.

"Just thinking," I whispered as I held my knees tight to my chest.

"About what, mi amiga?" she asked.

"About school next year," I answered. "I'm a little scared about it."

"Can't blame you," Mauve answered. "Thinking about backing out of it?"

I stood up and skipped a rock into the ocean. Backing out, yeah, there were times when I thought about that option.

John lay on his bed wishing it would go away. Not the bed. That thing at his crotch. It was bad enough just having it there. But it had started growing a bit. That was a bad sign, he really wasn't looking forward to puberty. But at least he hadn't started getting hairy yet. Except for small patch just above it.

It was probably wishful thinking, but he thought he was growing a little bit up top. From what he'd read on the web, it was probably just gynecomastia, but he'd take what he could get.

 
 
*Chapter 13*

Agony Aunt

Instructed to flee home and a lawsuit. Katrina lands in Atlanta before leaving the country with a horse she is to ship overseas. She needs a passport photo. The people guiding her send her through a makeover beauty salon and redress her for the photo. She is sent to another photography studio for the photo. LIFE, don't you just love it. Mistakes happen.

A criminal prosecution of a boyfriend for the rape and murder of his girlfriend is abandoned, leading to community outrage. Someone takes vengeance against the boyfriend and those who aided his freedom.

A bittersweet story concerning the end of the world about to happen, due to an impending nuclear war, within the hour.

At such a time. In such circumstances. Some people prefer to make love until the end. Some to settle scores. Most try to be with those they care for. But, a few prefer to talk, and possibly make new friends.

before now I was a 15yr old male a out caster until I was found by a cheerleader I then became a popular boy then I was converted into a Amazon cheerleader my self the year is 2232 the world is rule by Amazon women on the Planet Amazonia Earth part of Amazonian Empire

Chapter 2 Rules and the Law

We last saw Mike... or rather, Tracy, wearing her new collar and being led away by Marcy, her new Mistress. Tracy had been Mike just a few days ago but now here she was, a submissive slave to Marcy's every whim.

My mind was spinning as Marcy led me up the stairs and into what was now to be my room. She unfastened the leash that was attached to my collar and tossed it onto the dresser. She walked a few feet away and spun to face me.

"Come here!" she said in a commanding voice as she snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor in front of her.

My alarm woke me up, much as every morning. I dragged out of bed and headed to the shower, to start another day. I enjoyed my morning shower, it allowed me to tune my voice for the coming day and put on the body lotions I liked. I didn’t like the negative thoughts that seemed to go with it though, but they had always been with me, so I mostly ignored them. Still, it is disconcerting to hear yourself say “I’m so tired of being a girl.” especially when it is not true.

My name is Stacy. It wasn’t always my name, but I liked it well enough after I transitioned from being Stan.