Target

Target

I kept my arms crossed on the way out of the hospital. I kept my arms crossed in the car. I kept my arms crossed on the way inside. If I had died right there, I would have kept my arms crossed all the way to the morgue.

As a boy, I hated going through the women’s section of Target. It was hard to do without imagining everything that was supposed to fill in the underwear on the halls, hangers, shelves, and hooks. I always made me feel dirty.

Serina is stranded on a rundown station on a remote rim-world.
Desperate to get out of the system she pushes the freighter owner Flare to give her a job.
Everything is fine till Serina notices some changes within herself ...

When 13 year old twins Tyler and Jillian can't get along, their Mom decides to take drastic measures and make them see things from each others shoes by making them literally switch places, forcing Jillian to be the brother and Tyler to be the sister. Once they start the punishment, they realize they'll have to do a lot more than wear each others clothes.

Charles Edward Fitzgerald, CEO of Jugs (America’s #4 casual dining restaurant) slammed his fist down on his desk. “What do you mean, you told them I would do their moronic show? I gave you very explicit instructions.”

His secretary Francesca shuddered. “I’m so sorry—sir,” she hastily added.

“Don’t apologize, just fix this!”

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Chapter 19
By Flummox

The story of a young crossdresser who finds all he wants after an act of kindness on Christmas day.

Esme Chapter 2

What happens after a transformation? Esme lives in New York and works as a journalist. She has a secret, one she thought she'd left behind in England. Then she comes across a strange case. A child who suffers from a condition that effects the way their body reacts to hormones. Slowly he is transforming from male to female. A condition so rare it has only one other confirmed case. Esme.

Part 2: Adorkable in Western PA

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Thanks to everyone at Transcripts TG Fiction for all their support and help. Even that ditzy maid!

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A short story...

Copyright © 2017 by AuP reviner

The cold wind penetrates me to the bone as I walk through the snow-covered plain. My only protection from the wind is a tuxedo I wore for the party. The snow seeps into my shoes causing my feet to burn from the onset of frostbite.

The snowfall was even worse. The winds whipped it as fast as a professional pitcher. The snowflakes pelted me like someone was casting a frost shot spell. All I could do to stand it was clench my teeth and take the pain.

“On your knees slave.” Astrid snaps her whip at her slave and makes him yelp.

She was really getting into being a Dominatrix Mistress. She loved the money she made doing it and the power it gave her over the men that hired her to abuse them. If it hadn’t been for her skipping school one day and catching her mother doing the same thing. She wouldn’t have ever known about this. Sure, she saw it on the internet, but she never knew that people liked being treated like this.

CHAPTER 5
Mam and Dad were by my bedside when I woke again. I had clearly lost it once more, and as I tried to sit up straighter the room danced around me, the walls moving up and down and my stomach matching them. Mam noticed and passed me the bowl that had been left on the bedside locker.

“What happened, love?”

I thought of the two coppers, shuddered, and shook my head. Not now, Mam. Dad wouldn’t let it lie, though.

“What did he do, love? Did he…”

Chapter 2

Some time later, I have no idea how much, there are no clocks after all, the high priestess visited me. My room only consisted of a bed with a chest at the end that had my clothes, a small table with a chair. I sat on the bed and the high priestess sat on the chair, but turned around so that she was facing me.

“I have done my research and we should still be on for tonight, there were a couple of things that came up that we need to discuss.”

“OK, priestess.”

A Second Chance – Love is in the Air

By Dawn Natelle

Sorry for the long delay. Blame Bailey. I reread the entire Jem saga over the past week instead of writing. I promise something by the end of the weekend: Dawn

SUNDAY, May 22, 2016