Chapter 2 Tia's POV

Another three days fun in Lagbit's World and another six elves transformed. I woke up on the air mattress with Vee beside me and started the next part of my routine. “No one take off your headsets until you are told to do so.” I called out. I'm pretty sure everyone knew it was me, but if they didn't actually see me, they could still honestly say that they had no idea where I was. Vee and I removed our headsets and left the tent.

If everyone is walking the same path, try another one. If nobody is walking on your path, make sure you are not lost (Ancient saying).

If a man in woman's clothing has a odd ring to it then a 6'2", 250# wolf in sheep's clothing is surely fair game for some hearty guffaws. If there is one thing serious about the situation it is that I have enjoyed bras, panties and garters for the last 20 years. I still do, but I only enjoy this apparel in the privacy of a motel room or other secluded setting. When I dress it is for the feel of the clothing and the intrinsic pleasure it brings, and this pleasure is largely separate from the rest of my life.

Olivia gets a commission and some good news.

Hmmm... I've been wandering the lands for a few years now, I've seen some odd things, let me tell you.

Oh! Who am I, you ask? Well, my momma named me Jarg, my family name is Stonefist for obvious reasons, I'd think. If the stories are true, my maternal grandpa got caught in a love spell trap by a lonely female ogre who had obtained the help of a witch in the area.

I guess it's a good thing that my family has always run to big men, but that lady ogre sure gave grandpa a rough ride for a while.

The only thing impossible for a transgender is to be pregnant and have children.

Biker Bitch
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Three: Super Glide

Cassie completes her training as an undercover operative and prepares to rejoin her Motorcycle Club the Beasts of Burden. She practices her new seduction skills on plane ride home

I think I've changed my mind. I'm flexible, I can be convinced by reasoned argument. I wouldn't want to be considered dogmatic. So I must tell you my sewing machine has convinced me there is no alternative to SRS.

CHAPTER 13
I was lost in my own thoughts for the first part of the journey back, only returning to the world about me when Rhys nudged me at some lights.

“You OK, Di? Bit quiet there”

“Ah, mate, just thinking. That lad’s in a bad way”

I could read his mind as he stared at me while the red light sat before us. She’s talking rubbish, it’s not the lad, must be more, leave it for now.

I tried to fill his silence.

Things quietened down quite a bit after dad pulled that stupid stunt in the Skate Park and was beaten so easily by Melissa.

I found it hard to believe she had once been a boy, but she had no reason to lie to me, I suppose. Damn, she is one fine woman!

Only time would tell if she remembered the emails I had given her. It would be nice to talk with someone who understands.

We arrived at the local supermarket after a 5-minute drive. I vaguely remembered going here with my mother when I was very young, but what I remembered more was feeling small and vulnerable when adults surrounded me. As I grew older, the supermarket became a much less scary place, but now… things are different. 

"Whoo....Okay....i can do this...." Kaleb whispered, standing outside of the girl's restroom at school. There wasn't anybody in there, and this would be his only chance to finally enter a girl's restroom, as he never quite understood what was in there. As he was sure he heard someone approaching, he seized what could be the final opportunity and lunged into the girl's restroom and quickly jumped into a stall, shutting the door. "Whew...I'm in...." Kaleb whispered to himself, sure that the walls could hear him.

Kaleb was a 15-year old sitting in the bleachers of a gymnasium, his blue eyes watching his friend Jennifer run through her routine one final time before the competition tomorrow. He watched intently as she lept, twirled, twisted, and flung herself through a flawless set, a sure-win for the grand trophy. Clearly exhausted, the girl composed herself then ran over to her boyfriend with the largest smile on her face.

"Did you see all that?", Jennifer asked, obvious excitement and pride evident on her face.

A Second Chance

By Dawn Natelle

Chapter 1 New British Prime Mininster's POV

While we were waiting for everyone to arrive for our first proper cabinet meeting I sat down and tried to practice my approachable relaxed posture.

“Sir.”

“You can still call me David, Carmine.”

“OK, David, how was the visit with the Queen?”

“Interesting. She all but admitted that she had asked my predecessor to resign, but had no desire to interfere again. She did bring up something else that we have to wait until everybody is here to discuss.”

This story denotes years using currently accepted date abbreviations of BCE [before current era] and CE [current era] rather than Christian centric BC [before Christ] and AD [Anno domini - ‘in the year of the Lord’]. The dates are the same in both dating methods.

“Your name isn’t really Bunny is it?” he asked.

Watching a politic fight is like watching a puppet theatre. Only those wise enough can see beyond the puppets, who is holding them and for what reason. (A politician, Eastern Europe).

The back story to how Cameron Rivers was caught dressed as Cassie by members of his club and how Cassie became their slave. Dale Clifford is the only member of the club that shows Cassie any compassion.

“Ladies, ladies, let us not get carried away. There is a lot more to discuss that could potentially stop the project dead in the water. May I suggest that we break for lunch? That will give everyone time to think and try to consider what going forward may mean to the rest of your life.”

No one disagreed so I added,

“It is almost one o’clock now. Why don’t we reconvene at two thirty?”

Again, no one disagreed so the meeting broke up. The new arrivals went and found their rooms with the help of Ann-Marie.

That left Jo and myself alone in the kitchen.