The manager said, “Did I here you correctly? That is certainly not lady Middleham or her daughter Angela.” Alex & Chris Chapter 9 The correct Lady.
by Sharphawlad

He dialled a telephone number and a voice said, “Lady Middleham speaking,”

“Oh it is Clive the manager from the Royal in Scarborough. We have two customers who appear to be using a Stud charge card. An older lady & a girl about 24.”

“Um… shit.”

Nat stood at the end of the lunch line with his tray, looking out at the cafeteria and feeling unusually confused.

He had no idea where to sit.

Fighting the knot in his gut, Nat looked for a familiar face. He spotted Gavin sitting with his friends at a table, but it looked like it was full. Besides, how awkward would that be? Sure, Gavin and he were friends, but they didn’t really share friends. Nat would just be intruding.

There came a tap on Nat’s shoulder. He looked around to see Emily, from his next period, standing there with a tray in her hand as well.

I was stuck with this guy that my spell did not work on. What am I going to do now? If the office pulls him in and interrogates him my secret will be out. What will I do then? I could always run to Wind Haven. I don't want to give up the work so that's out. I need to get a handle on this.

I was resting that afternoon cleaning Crier, trying to control the anger that filled me, when a whisp came to the garden. I looked away from the images running over it’s surface that reminded me of home tugging at my soul. “Lead the way,” I said, looking at the light beneath it.

The limo was waiting when we landed downtown. Apparently Dennis called in a favor from Haute-Shot's bank, so we got to use their rooftop pad. On the way to the restaurant, I had a chance to brief the guys.

The next morning I counted the days since I'd arrived, it was hard with how time moved so strangely. It didn't help that when I slept I spent time training with Crier, sometimes figuring out when I'd actually slept and when I'd been awake was difficult. Still, I had a pretty good guess that it was my birthday.

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Chapter 2
Jenny woke up in the morning at the same time he woke up the last day. He got up and took a

picture of himself in the nighgown and struck it in the nightgown section. He was hungry and

hence had his breakfast of toast. He then went to Marge's bathroom and had his feminine

bath. He again wore the dressing robe and checked the list. Today it was formal clothes. He

Chapter 9

As mum continued rubbing my shoulders I started to relax and was enjoying the massage when the doorbell rang

“ You stay here Jo. I will get it” mum offered

Wondering who it was I panicked and went and hid behind the kitchen door to listen

“Oh hi Martin” mum said as she answered the door to our next door neighbour.

Instead of waking up in our small flat next to the university campus I wake up in my old boy’s room as it looked when I was 16. I check my alarm clock. The date is the day after my 16th birthday. Something else feels wrong too. Instead of my usual buzz-cut my hair goes down to my shoulders. Looking down on my chest I see two mounds through the neckline of my PJs. Two smallish but pert breasts, exactly the kind I like; on girls! Panicking my hands go down to my crotch. IT isn’t there any longer! Just an extra slit!

AAAARGH!!!

A very packed and significant evening

 
Julina of Blackstone
Her Chronicles, Book 2

by Julia Phillips

056 – Opportunities Abound

It seems Katrina's talents with horses has been traded among those who handle and move horses. There is a problem as far as Cat is concerned. She was never asked. Those purchasing her skills are maneuvering the farm girl for a written contract while she is still off balance from being abducted in Brazil.

Chapter 6

Before long, both Sophie and I had dealt with the backlog of customers and we had a few minutes to chat

“Joe, you’re a godsend for coming in. I was getting all frazzled out here on my own, although I must admit Mrs Benson has helped out a lot this morning,” she thanked me.

“I love your shoes, Joanne. They really show off your legs, you lucky moo,” laughed Sophie.

I looked down and noticed just how well the shoes did show off my shapely legs, encased in the shiny navy tights.

This world reeks. I’ve been here for three months and in that time I noticed that everyone here is pretty much a zombie. Not the average everyday eat your face zombie, more like they just shuffle about and don’t really pay attention to their surroundings or each other. They’re brainless, not undead like people think zombies should be. Turns out they’re being controlled on top of that, I just don’t know how yet.

As Atalanta prepares for another run up the Devil's Washboard and Christmas Eve day's festivities she borrows a horse and goes exploring the forest. Later at the party....

This world reeks. I’ve been here for three months and in that time I noticed that everyone here is pretty much a zombie. Not the average everyday eat your face zombie, more like they just shuffle about and don’t really pay attention to their surroundings or each other. Turns out they’re being controlled on top of that, I just don’t know how yet.

So, I didn’t like the old version of this story very well, so I reworked it, adding substantial content. A large part of this story is true. The bit about the E-coli happened to me. I spent 32 years working in industry and construction here in America. The way the construction guys treated me is authentic, and yes, some of them thought I was a woman and some thought I was gay. I hope that you enjoy this. Can you guess which feature of the story has become my de-facto “trademark”?

Alright, so a bit late. Sorry, but here it is, along with a happy surprise: the reason it was late is it ran a bit long.

In this chapter, we find out a bit more about clothes on the ship than we probably would like. Enjoy.

Copyright Nagrij, 2015.

This story is being rewritten.
A new chapter will be published every 2 weeks starting on 19/07/2022.

When I finally reach this chapter again, I'll replace this message.