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Mares Tales 30

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Mare's Tales - Chapter 30 – by: Beverly Taff

With our long sojourn at an end we finally returned full circle to
the same pretty yacht haven we had left so long ago. Things had
changed enormously for all of us but not so much as to damage or
affect the intense feelings we still had for the friends we had left
behind. Margaret, Jane, Diana and I were overjoyed to see our centaur
friends waving excitedly on the quay as our weather-beaten yacht
nosed its way into her old familiar berth.

Mare's Tales 29

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Mare's Tales - Chapter 29

My older twins were now virtually twin sisters. We had spent some
important time shopping for Bernadette and she had passed her 'Rite of
Passage'. She now thought of herself as a girl and lived as one despite
having the all-important indicator of her dual sexuality. She mimicked
me in nearly everything and for all practical purposes was deemed to be
a girl. Her new passport had arrived so there would be no problems with
immigration or police.

Mare's Tales 28

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Mare's Tales - Chapter 28 - by: Beverly Taff

Despite it being summer, we arrived in San Francisco in a cold dense
fog. To get around the passport problems Bernadette had simply cropped
her hair short and worn a thick sloppy sweater to cover her breasts.
Until we picked up the new passports she was still registered on my
passport as a male child. Her disguise was adequate and she looked like
an adolescent boy as she attended to the sails. Our boat drifted
silently through the mist like a ghost.

Mare's Tales 24

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This story goes back decades but I feel I need to tidy up some of my contributions and give them finality before, well;

I'll be daily adding the final chapters until it's all posted. Basically the story centres on centaurs but it moves very slowly.

I must re-emphasise the caution about explicit content. This story first germinated in my sad little 'twenty-year-old' mind over fifty years ago when my gender appreciation, sexuality, morality and deviancy was truly all over the place. It might give some of the more academically and medically interested students some insight into how far I was down the road to total amorality. I make no apologies for what went before but it demonstrates how much I have climbed out of that awful pit.
Beverly.

Mare's Tales 21

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Mare's Tales - Chapter 21 – by: Beverly Taff

Morning broke clear and frosty as the weak winter sun splashed its late
rays onto our bed. It revealed four small lumps surrounded by two
larger ones under the soft contours of the duvet.

Dot's internal clock woke her as the suns rays gradually washed her
face with light. Despite her careful efforts to extricate herself from
my embrace, I woke as she tried to slide surreptitiously out of the
bed.

"What time is it?" I whispered.

Mare's Tales 18

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The next morning broke cold and damp. It was an unusual day for late
June but its coolness would prove to be a godsend for the operation.
There was nothing worse than a difficult operation in the sweltering
heat. I arrived for breakfast to find the others picking lightly at
their food. It was no good taking a huge meal and then being 'caught
short' during the operation. Jenny looked on hungrily as we picked at
our meal.

"Everybody ready then?" she asked bravely.

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