Chapter 1 - The Rummage Sale

"OK you guys, listen up!"

Pete Zimmerman's attention focused on the Scoutmaster of Troop 36, Boy Scouts of America, which was meeting in the basement the Baptist Church. The meeting was just about over and Ron Brockman, colloquially known as "Brock" to all and sundry, was making his announcements in the vain hope that some of the boys would be listening and maybe even remember some of them.

“Statistically, there’s got to be at least a couple more trans kids at each of our schools, and another hundred-plus trans people in the county as a whole... but at our age, most of them are probably closeted or in denial. That might change once more people knew about the machines and how easy it is to transition now.”

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Chapter 35
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Dear Diary, March 5 –

I have slept very little over the last few days. My best friend was kidnapped. It’s the League’s fault for not protecting the people around me or being honest. It’s my fault for letting her go alone that day, especially knowing that it’s me Stone is after.

Yesterday, I finally blew up in everyone’s face about it. Not literally. The base and the League’s members still stand, but I don’t know. Can I still call them my friends? My allies?

“Audrey!” I called out, down the stairs as I pounded down the steps, clutching a manila envelope. “Audrey where the hell are you?”

“Calm down,” Courtney said as she passed me on the way to the back of the house. “She doesn’t live in the house, she’s probably at her dorm.”

Not What We Expected by Tiffany B. Quinn The incoming text read: "Looking forward to lunch, sweetheart. We have reservations at Sullivan's for noon. Wear something nice but sexy. Please. We will find a way through this, I promise. Love you forever. XOXO" The message was from Tom and it was more intimate that I would have expected. Scrolling through her messages, I saw that this wasn’t the first such text. Her replies were equally as intimate. Sandra hadn't said anything to me about seeing Tom regularly again outside the office.

Chapter 7

Lola, Olivia and Angela continue to love in a 'safe-house' while the news about Erica does not appear to be good.

Nodding in agreement with what Thomas and Will had already settled, but looking a little puzzled, Yew said, “I notice you didn’t even refer to the new womenfolk.”
Will gave a crack of laughter, and after looking reproachfully at him, Thomas said laughing, “Rowan, Gosellyn, Hazel and probably Siskin too are dealing with the women, and if you bethink yourself I’m going to argue with those four over who runs the Castle administration, Master at arms or no, you can have my resignation right now.”
Yew looked startled at first, but then admitted with a wry grin, “No, no, and I’m not man enough or mad enough to either.”

A short chapter to take us further south: Dawn.

Stone

Chapter 35 – On to Golden

CHAPTER 27
I slept well that night, even though my dreams were a little confused, and the dawn’s light had been replaced by a Summer morning when I eventually emerged from the tent. Mam and Dad had slept in the van, which felt a little strange at first, but it was simply another stage of my healing and growth.

From the day of our meeting, I had slept between or by them, except in our winter house, and now I was being given my own space, possibly as a recognition of greater maturity but maybe as a hint that my life was now a safe one.

Not What We Expected by Tiffany B. Quinn Over the next couple of days, the more I thought about the suggestion of dressing completely as a girl the less objectionable it became. I thought that I might just give it a try. Someday. Maybe soon. We’ll see.

Chapter 6

Christine wakes up and notices she is naked and snuggled next to a naked man. She was extremely sore in between her legs and her mouth tasted funny. She tries to remember the events of last night, but they were a little fuzzy. The last thing she remembered was that she wanted to experience sex and had gone out last night.

What do you do when you look 7 years old, but you're actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen's entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn't the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her how she looks, 7 years old?

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February had always been a short month, but this one flew by fast.

There was a moment when she encountered her father again, and she nearly stormed off. It would have made a scene, but she barely cared. Worse than that, it was her favorite ice cream shop, and she hadn’t paid yet when Patrick entered.

He saw her and put down the money in cash for a chocolate banana.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” Judy said in turn.

“I messed up the other night, and I’m sorry.”

Bright lights; too bright. Jamie closed her eyes again. “She's coming round.” The voice sounded far away, as if in a tunnel. She cautiously opened her eyes again and realised she was staring up at a ceiling. A head appeared, out of focus.

“Jamie? It's Frankie. What happened?”

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“Is anyone home?” Pixeletta called out as she entered the base.

The lights were on. So either someone was here, or the last person to leave forgot to turn them off.

Part of the way down the entry hallway, she saw something mechanical to her left inside of an alcove barely seen when first walking in. She turned her head to find what looked like a big gun sticking out of the ground. It wasn't aiming for her, so she took it as a sign that the base defenses had at least been installed.

Webster’s dictionary defines Speed as the fallowing: the rate of change of position along a straight line with respect to time over a set distance. In other words, the quicker you can get from one place to another. The question is what do you do, when your family has spent the last two generations in search of ways to accomplish this goal faster and faster. Would do you do when the family business is the search for more Speed. For Robert ‘Robby’ McGuire the answer is easy. You grab your sister and strap on a pair of Formula One racecars then go for broke.

0900 hrs., ABM Freight, Knoxville, Tn.:
Mr. Dish was looking over the trucking report in his office when his bodyguard comes flying through the door. He lands crumpled up several feet inside his office. He reaches under his desk for his gun, as Kat comes walking in. She had two people in full body armor standing behind her.

Kat looks down at the crumpled form on the floor. The poor sap should have known better to put his hands on her body. Normally, she wouldn’t have drop-kicked his dumbass, but he had the nerve to touch her body.

[October 1931]

The three occupants of the home near Troy in upstate New York listened avidly to the daily reports of the trial for Tax Evasion of their one-time client, Al Capone. They knew more than most about the goings on of the Chicago Mob of the 1920’s. As transporters of illegal beer, they knew all the where and when and how much stuff was moved around. They knew to keep their mouths shut in the event of them being apprehended by one of the many arms of US Law Enforcement. They did have some information that might be used to broker a deal but otherwise, they would keep silent. They hoped that as a fairly minor cog in the big wheel of Prohibition Busting operations that went on in 1920's Chicago they'd slip through the net that the Feds were casting around.

Not What We Expected by Tiffany B. Quinn So by the New Year, my wife was a babe and I was a shrinking skinny androgynous young adult getting younger every day and with out-of-whack hormones and little to no sex drive. In many ways, our friendship was the best it had ever been as the result of our hours of shared thoughts and feelings. While we still worked at sex, it was getting increasingly more difficult for me to perform sexually. While we never talked about it, both of us were starting to see where Grandma Broussard's magic was taking us. Neither one of us were thrilled.

Chapter 5

A Marvel X-Men Fanfiction starring Wolverine and Jean Grey

That evening, wearing jeans, boots with a three-inch heel and a woollen jumper over a silk camisole, Jamie was waiting by the gates to University College at seven-fifteen. Sam arrived a few minutes later and seemed surprised to see her already there.