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Essentially Egg. Part 7 of 39

Chapter 7

I wondered if I’d been thinking about myself as a lamb being carried to its fate. When we got to the TV studio, I realized that I had dressed mostly in white, from white underwear to my white slip, and white satin dress being worn for the first time.

I had added a light pink sweater because it was a bit chilly. But beyond that -- I had dressed as a virginal bride!

Duel With The Devil

Duel With The Devil
 
One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
Sales of my novel, The Greatest Liar, Trans Erotica With A Purpose (TGL), had been tepid, despite the generally positive reader comments on the publishing website of an e-commerce firm named for a large South American River.  The meager royalties didn’t bother me: I have more assets than I ever dreamed of owning, and my professional career is thriving.  

The Adventures of Jamie Potter: Bunnygirl Girl Jamie (5)

The game was of course rigged from the start. I knew it, I also want to believe that the Hinata Hyuga cosplayer knew it, after all she had volunteered to be the stooge in this little mock gameshow and I hoped and prayed too that the Naruto cosplayer knew it. I want to believe the poor girl knew what she was getting into when she volunteered to take part in this silly little stunt. I hope so. I really do hope so. Otherwise I don't think I could have lived with the guilt for what I was about to do. Thankfully today was Saturday and tomorrow was Sunday.

My Time as a Wife

This is a continuation of "Life's Lottery". Steve is delving deeper into his Sarah persona.
This story contains sexual scenes.

I bit the bullet and took some pictures of myself as Sarah. Nothing
outrageous, mainly just myself in various wigs and underwear. Then I
posted them on a few contact sites. I really did not know what to expect,
and to be honest I really don't know why I did it. I think I was seeking
affirmation that I was acceptable as a woman by men.

Essentially Egg. Part 6 of 39

Chapter 6

Saturday morning, we were setting up to run through our set when my Dad came into the studio with another guy. He was introduced as Allan Maxwell and was an artist’s agent. He said that, if he could, he would sit in a corner and just listen to us before he made up his mind. As it was our intent to do a run-through for the show tonight, he was welcomed.

He took the piano seat where he wasn’t in the way, and we just got on with things.

Nebel der Verwandlung: Eine aufregende Reise zwischen den Geschlechtern

Kapitel 1: Das Amulett der Verwandlung

Unsere außergewöhnliche Reise begann in den geheimnisvollen Tiefen der unberührten Wälder Lateinamerikas, wo wir jenes antike Amulett fanden, das unser Leben auf unerwartete Weisen verändern sollte. Es war eine alte, perlmuttfarbene Schnitzarbeit mit eingravierten lateinischen Mantras, die mit Juwelen besetzt war. Als wir das lateinische Mantra leise murmelten, begann eine ungeahnte Macht von uns Besitz zu ergreifen.

Essentially Egg. Part 5 of 39

Chapter 5

Shirley then came back on. “They’ll be at the Dude Ranch night club tonight if they can muster the energy after efforts of last night. I know we don’t usually have long clips on this show, but I pleaded with the producers to allow us to show the last part of the girls’ show. Have a look at this and I may see you tonight at the Dude.”

The Claimant

The Claimant
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

He suggested that they meet at a coffee bar at an hour that was not busy. He wanted their discussion to be “off the record” as he said it. She was intrigued more than worried. It seemed that everything had gone to plan. She was about to start life anew as a very wealthy young woman.

Thirteen Ghost Stories and Urban Legends of Benton (6)

When I tell people I've seen a mermaid in Walesheba Creek, people often just chuckle and say I've been out in the woods too long. The more uncharitable souls will tell me it's time for me to finally settle down and find me a life because I'm just seeing things. But I tell you, that there is a mermaid that lives in the Walesheba Creek and she is a real man eater. Now I've only encountered her once, and that was way back in two thousand and fifteen. I was fifteen years old then, and fancied myself an avid hunter and fisherman. I also fancied myself as something of a fossil collector. 

Essentially Egg. Part 4 of 39

Chapter 4

So, that night, we made love as women again and I went to sleep with a smile on my face and the taste of woman on my tongue. Monday morning, I was all nerves again, but Josie helped me through it with the chicks and my mother was also supportive at breakfast.

My father just shrugged. “Do whatever you want, my child. Just remember that it will be you that will carry any consequences.”

I gave him a peck on the cheek and told him I loved him, too.

Escape From Injustice

This story is set in Trismegistus Shandy's A Raid and a Rescue universe.

https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/57362/raid-and-rescue...

Thank you, Trismegistus Shandy, for encouraging me to write in your universe.

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Our hero was minding his own business when he ended up getting framed for a crime that he did not commit.

Life is a Drag

The London drag club was not in the least CD, sorry seedy. The audience was quite sophisticated and the ambiance friendly and gay (in the original sense of the word). The artists were top of the range. They were not only beautiful but very talented as well. If some of them wore skimpy costumes that was not the only thing they had to offer. However, the star of the evening could not be accused of wearing skimpy attire, nor was “she” young and beautiful. The only way to describe the “Baroness” was outrageous.

Essentially Egg. Part 3 of 39

Chapter 3

Josie said that my introduction to the world of women started when we got back into the stable. She had me strip and then she lathered up my body and attacked me with a safety razor in the bathroom. I was then instructed to shower with her body wash and hair products. After I dried, I was given one of her nighties to wear.

“Isn’t this over the top?” I asked as I stood there looking stupid.

Escape from Neverland

Escape from Neverland
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Parker Ainsley Newhart was a pretty boy. There is no denying that. All the girls said it, and the boys would have to concede it, although they would never like to. To look like Parker did and be male, could be unsettling.

Cerridwen in the Dunking Booth (2)

Cerridwen's in the Dunking Booth

Part 2: The Opening Dunk

It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot bikini
That she wore for the first time today
An itsy,  bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow polka dot bikini
So, in the locker, she wanted to stay

Sightseeing with the Practice Man (Part 1)

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Sightseeing with the Practice Man (Part 1)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Here is something I wrote a couple of years ago. A nice sexy story, an almost love story... maybe more about friendship and feelings than about love... I am hoping YOU read this on a beach, on line for a museum or at lunch waiting for friends to show up, and I hope YOU like it...

Letter to a Camp Mate

A 14-year-old boy named Lawrence wrote this letter to another boy, also 14, a few days after he returned from a two-week stay at a summer camp.

Dear Bruce,

During our time at camp, I wanted to tell you something, but I was too afraid to say anything then. I am scared now, but feel I HAVE to write this to you.

Winning Life's Lottery

Recently I have been fighting my feelings and needs to be Leeanna. I have not had the opportunity for months now. It's been hard.
I have had requests to write some more of my usual "forced" sex stuff. They are popular on some sites I just can't It just won't come to me. This is what came out when I tried. Definitely not a sex story. Sorry.

~o~O~o~

Essentially Egg. Part 2 of 39

Chapter 2

Both girls hugged me, and Donna kissed me as well. We shut everything down and went back to the other end of the stable, and my living quarters.

Donna stood in the doorway with her mouth agape. “Wow!” she breathed, “This is great, like a penthouse disguised as a hovel.”

“Hey!” Josie exclaimed. “Not so much of this ‘hovel’ stuff, this is all class, and the outside is the look it always had when the horses were here. You wouldn’t have heard them complaining.”

Not Lonely and Single

Not Lonely and Single
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

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Sometimes it worries me that Eddie can be so stupid, but he is just so strong and good looking, and he loves me to bits, so it really does not matter to me. How a guy could believe that hypnosis could change me into a girl seems so dumb, but I am so glad that he does.

Cerridwen in the Dunking Booth (1)

Cerridwen in the Dunking Booth

Part 1: Jitters

She was afraid to come out of the locker
She was as nervous as she could be
She was afraid to come out of the locker
She was afraid that somebody would see

Essentially Egg Part 1 of 39

This story has been two years in the making. It started life as an intended two-book project, with the first one fully edited by Jill, then the second one with about a third edited. It went onto the back burner when other things and other stories came into my life. I sincerely thank Jill for her time, and Eric for correcting the factual errors I had made. So, after that, here is the first chapter of --- ‘Essentially Egg’.

Chapter 1

Christian Feminization Stories Volume 2

Story 1: Black and White
A Christian Feminization Story
By Maryanne Peters

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For me it was a chance to start again. You may mock me or even attack me, but I can always rely upon the strength of my faith.

Polly and Robbie - the Redcoat. The Final Chapter.

Part 3

We spent the night in the hotel and went back to Skegness the next day. As Cherry drove, I looked out of the window at the passing countryside and pondered on yesterday’s interview.

It had been interesting in many ways. Norman had been good, with great memories. The new member of the group was an interesting turn of events. I had to agree with Cherry, we weren’t any further in finding a murderer.

Cerridwen Plays Dotty (3)

Cerridwen Plays Dotty
Part Three: The Grand Finally

I took a deep breath as I eased my bottom down upon the wooden stool. Daisy, who stood to the  right side of me, just stood there smirking a little as he peered at me. I could tell he was enjoying this way too much. I felt the urge to return to his little smirk with one of my own. But I pushed that thought out of my mind. But then I decided what the hell? You only live once, and besides Daisy needed to know what he was getting into when he volunteered, and it was my turn to play the handler.

Fall Guy

This is a sequel to Summer Girl. The reason I’ve written one of my rare sequels is not because I had an unused twist littering my brain. I just wanted to pursue the relationship. Well, that was how it started anyway. Then started writing. Regardless of how the second part of the story developed it definitely is a spoiler for Summer Girl.

I never did go to the homecoming dance with Hank.

Cerridwen Plays Dotty (2)

Cerridwen Plays Dotty
Part Two: A Performance of a Lifetime

I figured now I should tell you a little about the fund raiser I've volunteered to take part in. You see, each month our town's only no- kill animal shelter and rescue place puts on a little show. The main draw of the show is somebody from our town volunteers to put on a Dotty, the Dalmatian Princess costume. The costume is a dalmatian print dress that comes with a puppy ears headband. A pink collar and a brass nameplate completes the outfit.

Polly and Robbie - the Redcoat. Part 2 of 3

Part 2

I sat at my desk and pondered on what Cherry had found. Five deaths, spread over nearly forty years, was difficult to understand. The motive may be lost in time, maybe they weren’t linked at all. Maybe, the AI had just come up with gobbledegook. Maybe, no, certainly, this was going over my head this time.

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