And the winner is …

I had always been a strong supporter of the cheerleading squad at high school. My best friend, Sally, was a cheerleader. Sally and I had been best friends ever since we moved into the house next to hers when she and I were four years old.

Prelude

Jack O' Lanterns, Moonlight, and Magic 
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

Chapter Six : Nurse Cerridwen (Part One of Three)

“One hundred and three fever.” I heard a voice say as I slowly opened my eyes. “If I was your mother, I would bundle you up in some blankets and rush you to the hospital. But, I'm your cousin, not your mother, and beside the roads between here and Benton are iced over.”

Chapter 8

We stopped at a hotel on the first night of our return, having a shower and a night in a good bed, with someone else cooking our dinner and our breakfast. We knew what each other was thinking. Our future now depended on us, and us alone.

An unexpected reunion takes place, and then another.

“Hey, Mistress, wait up!” Adam yelled from the dining hall entrance. Evidently he had been distracted by someone or something as we left. I had barely noticed, occupied instead by an increasing number of ideas for what to do with our walk to the library. My original plan had been to have a little harmless fun testing his suggestibility on the way, check out Dr. Mattice’s book once we got there, and try to find a quiet place to complete the conditioning removal procedure. I could send him on his way deprogrammed and none the wiser, no real harm done except taking up some of his evening.

  Mike thought he'd found the perfect Valentine's gift for his young wife. A sexy red baby doll nightie.

Her face fell when she lifted the nightie out of the box.

   “You’ve got to be kidding,” she exclaimed. “When have you ever seen me wear something like this?”

   She had me there. In the summer, she slept in a long tee-shirt and what could easily be men’s boxers except there was no fly and in the winter, it was flannel nightgowns knee length or longer.

   “Michael, it’s the middle of winter. Didn’t you notice the snow coming down as we drove home? If I wear that to bed, I’ll freeze my rearend off.”

   “You wear that to bed and I’ll warm you up in short order. Feel the fabric. It’s positively sensuous. I thought it would really enhance our performance on this romantic night.”

   “Well I’m not wearing it. If you think it will ‘enhance our performance’ all that much, then you wear it. You can freeze you hinny if you want.”

"Hi, bro? Sis?" Jess's tone was light and teasing but from the slight questioning edge to her tone of voice Alex knew at least on that point she was not teasing or making light of anything.
"Bro is fine, I'm still Alex. " Alex told his sister seriously from where he was curled up on the sofa.

A group of people wake up in a video game world and are forced to work together to survive and find out how to escape.

Artemis faces more than ever before as the castle pulls away at her mind.

I’m half way through cleaning up previous chapters and I’ve got the full story mostly finished now just in need of clean up as well.

That means we’re in the endgame now! Will there be more? We’ll see.

The New Girl at Uskweirs Manor

a pastoral romance by Miriam Robern

Brotherly and Sisterly Love

Yorkshire, October 1812

PART TWO
SADIE/1930s EVENING GOWN

1

During a game of “Truth or Dare”, my friends dared me to dress up in my girlfriend’s clothes and ride her dildo. Now, you would think that this would be a little too extreme, but not for our friend group. Every game we played had something that most people would never do, especially with their friends. Anyways, since I wasn’t a coward, I accepted the dare.

She, he, whoever, was looking at me, too, and looking just as confused as I felt. He spoke first, sounding like Chelsea’s manner of speaking but in my actual voice.

“Kevin, are you in my body?!”

I replied, “I must be, because I see my face over there. So I’m Chelsea now?”

An entry in Erin's February Short Story Month Story Challenge

Irresistible
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

Perhaps because my staff were always giving me a hard time about my old-fashioned manners and conservative style of dress, I was in favor of a diversity hire. We had two races other than white covered, so when I was looking for a new secretary the office manager put forward a candidate she described as “gender non-conforming”. I thought that it would be to test me, so I had no choice but to go through with an interview.

Part 29

A single pump of Julia’s hand was all it took.