A chance meeting... then, again, in different circumstances, a glimpse across a
room brings questions, possibility and longing.
Feelings you were previously unaware of. Although...

Driving to work this morning, the traffic sucked, as it usually does in the Metroplex. I made up some time once I got past the inevitable fender-bender that had slowed everybody down; and arrived at work only a few minutes late. Joe, my supervisor, was waiting for me when I walked in.

“My office, please, Sharon.”

Have you ever been acused of something, anything that you didn't do. Were you punished and how did you react to the punishment? Is it realy as simple as...'He said, she said'

Taught a Lesson
by
BrandieS

This is a MORFS satire that I originally posted in the MORFS forum. It is based on an earlier forum entry (What would you choose http://morfs.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=173 ) I used the opportunity to poke fun at some of my fellow authors and even a significant other.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I sat down at my dressing table and put on my favourite makeup, just wearing my silky panties, bra and breast forms. After applying the foundation, blusher, mascara, eye shadow and lippy, I slipped on the sheer black nylons; put on my favourite royal blue silk dress, long blond wig and finally placed my feet in my black court shoes with three inch heels.

Veronica Nelson, a transsexual, was in her third month of her Real Life Test. She was struggling financially, cut off from her family, and someone was leaving disgusting surprises in her jeep. She hadn't expected transitioning to be free of difficulties, but this was the absolute pits. The weird hassles kept mounting until she felt like she was ready to snap!

Then one night she had a chance encounter that would help put all her troubles in perspective...

 
I wish I could say she was a sweet, lovable child, but I can't.
It's not that there's anything wrong with Dexie; she's not a bad kid.
She's like an empty cardboard box.

It's not that she's closed-off emotionally; there's just nothing there.

The kids at school, even Carla — her best friend — call her The Strange Girl,
and oddly enough Dexie seems to like the name.

"...how can Sky not live happily ever after?"

"...I do so many weird things, that if I didn't do something weird, that would be weird, but this wasn't about the weird things that I do a lot, but is weird in a whole new weird way of being weird,..."

"...when she saw my room she said it was never to late to have a girlhood, or at least the mementos...."

"...maybe you think I'm totally weird but, Mars; they feel good, and they are, and I've never gotten to before, ... they are just real important. I mean there are so many things to wear now...."

I will get the rest of the story up, but only after the contest closes, sorry. but RL interferance.

This is another story in my FEMELLA AILUROS ARMATURA universe, which includes my better written work of My Name is UGLY. I will just say that this story line is the most complete out of any of my previous works. I truly hope you will vote for NEWE GYRLGYDEN by me, POLYROBOTICS1. This chapter helps cement the other parts around it by providing the light for the story. Thank You.

My Special Day

By Anistasia Allread

I decided to try a different approach from my normal for this story. It just hit me this afternoon and spilled forth. I hope you enjoy.

"So, what do you think about Kaezee?
"A: Wonderful, B: Fantastic, C: Awesome, D: Amazing, E: All the above"