CHAPTER 42
Now, that was a wedding. The only tradition not observed seemed to be that of a fight among the guests, but I could most definitely live without that. My Uncle Arwel and his Boy had even had their hair cut! The girls looked gorgeous, and so did my wife, Steve was both touching and funny in his best man’s speech, and whoever came up with the idea of putting him in a kilt was inspired. The vicar, oddly, in an Anglican church, was a Roman Catholic, but he was sharp, and funny, and his own humour meshed well with that of Steve.

There are some themes in this story that some younger people might find offensive. And again might not, but some older people might think that they might offend the younger people anyway. So if you’re a younger person, below the age of majority in your region, please navigate away to another site, or perhaps ask your parents or guardians if you should be looking at this page: it might enlighten them.

So if the above refers to you, you’ve gone now, haven’t you? And I can write what I like?

Good.

Sydney Moya

© 2015

Powdered Sugar side scene.

It took me a while to recover from just the sheer shock of everything and finding out that my daddy was still alive and that he was a cop was such a WTF moment. Not just a cop but a Fed.

As in FBI.

This is a gentle coming-of-age story about a college-aged boy becoming the girl he knows he truly is.
With the help of his two girl friends he becomes Susanna as they teach him all about life as a girl.
Please note this is a gentle, sentimental tale and although there is some sexual content it is inferred and NOT graphic and tagged where it occurs.

Jessica's Story – Part 13

With Jessica and Sandra's joint birthday party set to become a very busy one at that, with cousins from afar set to join the fun, another celebration is about to begin sooner, with a surprise reunion for Sally.

The day came to go to the school that the kids are to attend. We walk in to the building and are greeted by the principal and told what room to go to. We get there and are greeted by a teacher by the name of Mr. Vaughn. He says “hey Mario how it going and who are these lovely little ones.”

I slept better than I'd slept in ….forever. It was a sweet, contented sleep. Filled with wonderful dreams.... none of which I could recall, except for the fact that they were ….wonderful and life affirming... I was a bit annoyed at myself for savoring the tenor of my dreams without being able to consciously recall a single one. Still, I awakened refreshed and content in my own ….Katherine's own... bed for the first time in a very, very long time. And it seemed long overdue.

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This is a gentle coming-of-age story about a college-aged boy becoming the girl he knows he truly is.
With the help of his two girl friends he becomes Susanna as they teach him all about life as a girl.
Please note this is a gentle, sentimental tale and although there is some sexual content it is inferred, NOT graphic and tagged where it occurs

Anyone remember this one? More fun with Sasha and friends. Strap in for the zany. Or zane; or however you want to say it.

As for things in general... Well good news and bad news. The good news is I'm working on two good projects, one of which I can talk about and on of which I can't. The one I can talk about is an original book for Erin and co under the guise of doppler press. We discussed things and while no documents were signed in blood, I feel there is enough interest to on both our parts to go ahead. The tentative date I have on finishing the manuscript is 3 months.

The bad news is, this will inevitably slow my other stories down, as I will be working to bust the new tale out asap. This combined with the other thing will slow me down.

Oh, and for the tale, copyright Nagrij 2014-2015.