Reassignment

By Joannebarbarella

The story takes place in an alternate timeline

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Learning To Speak To The Wind
Part 1
By
Warm Hearted

Edited By
Commentator

Even though my friends and coworkers tried to talk me out of it, I was attempting to mark off a major item on my bucket list. I was on a four-day hike of the Appalachian Mountain Trail. The weather was perfect. Being early fall in North Carolina it was a little brisk but the nights were still comfortable on the lower elevations of the hike I was taking.

Dad, That's a Beautiful Dress You're Wearing! By Ginger Collins

 
Estrogen had taken possession of her body and testosterone was in frantic retreat, if not final surrender. She had curves, breasts, and luxurious blond hair. Her cheekbones were high and her painted lips were full. Undeniably, there were ever so slight traces of maleness in her, but it actually added to her charm and made her appear exotic or beguiling. She was wearing a coral suit with a long skirt and wrap jacket with Princess seams. Her matching handbag was large and just right. Her pumps were of snake-print design and with dress soles and two-inch heels. This young lady was a class act!

It's not easy, being an Outcast. Today, it seems Caitlin will finally be going through her Combat final. So will Fey! Just... not against each other. And annoyingly, Imperious seems to think it's time to make his play to take the Artificer.

As the kimbas and outcasts get to know each other, things keep building up in the background that threaten both training teams. Battling would-be oppressors and bigoted students is on the menu as Outcast Corner continues trying to navigate the insanity.

Lions and tigers and Voodoo-Wolves, oh my!

With the end of the battle Jericho returns to Whateley while Caitlin's bottled-up emotions begin to bleed and boil over. Sometimes you need to get whacked over the head for common sense to impose itself back onto your life.

Finding Julia - Chapter 5


‘Look Jules I’m not forcing you to do anything and from what I’ve seen so far you’ve adapted quickly and it seems a shame not to explore more. Why not let the other side of you come out or at least join in for a few days. I think it will do us both good. What’s to lose?’

A young man puts on a dress for the first time, and undergoes a transformation that will change his life dramatically.

Carol Shaw gets some revenge for her family.
The school gets a major makeover after it's destroyed.

Fate is a sneaky Bitch

Author's note: I know, I know. I challenged everybody to make a story with an older protagonist, and then I went ahead and made a story about teens. What can I say? My muse is her own woman.

No matter what anybody else tells you, Fate is a sneaky bitch.

Take me, for instance. Up until today, I was Jay Carter, drama lover, geek, and wimp.

Until one day I bumped into Thomas (the tank) Anderson - Safety and defensive captain for our football team.

Erik Mahren is apparently still alive after everything. This is where we find out what the fate of our intrepid teacher will be once he wakes up from the mystic hellstorm his life has suddenly become.

This is a Whateley Academy Canon Story

Range Instructor, Corporal Erik Mahren's last two weeks have been bad. Still reeling from the aftermath of the halloween Assault on Whateley Academy and the loss of his Fiancee on Halloween Night, he's trying to keep going, and on one of his better days, his life begins the downward spiral... Again.

Life sucks when you're a rager, especially when you're a rager on a training team called Outcast Corner at Whateley Academy. Between bullies, idiots and Gunnery Sergeant Oscar Bardue, Jack Carlyle, formerly Erin has to put up with Grunts, Goobers and putting up with one of the "Pretties" that Jericho seems to insist he and Diamondback need to meet.

Jericho is a model student at Whateley Academy, just ask him! Join us as he shares with us the joys of life, how to deal with conflict and the dangers of overindulgence of coffee.

Did I mention both of his best friends at school are changelings who missed the Poe Bus?

This is a Whateley Academy Canon story

Bill Dougherty’s sons and wives, the second Dougherty generation had met with their third generation children and spouses to discuss their future. James and John worked for the same company and knew their employer was preparing to move operations to Mexico which meant they’d be out of work within six months or even sooner. Their sons, daughters, son-in-laws and daughter-in-laws were all worried about their future since each of the five had at least one member unemployed. Arrangements were made for the family to visit over the Fourth of July Weekend.

The clan made plans for an all day picnic celebration on June 14. The day was a seminal date for the clan. What happened on that day culminated with the founding of the Clan Wells Point one hundred seven days later on September 29. Not only was it Flag Day, June 14 was the day a cancer ridden near dead Carol O’Brien commissioned her twelve year old son Kristopher to somehow get his nine year old twin sisters Lyndi and Teri from Cape Cod Massachusetts to their grandmother’s Jane O’Brien, farm near Neavitt, Maryland with only fifty dollars. Along the way Kristopher discovered his true gender.

Showstopper

Author's note: this one is a little dark. I hope that doesn't scare people away

Mark “the magnificent” smiled and hummed a cheery tune as he went back to his dressing room after his latest show.

In the UK January is a time for panto (oh no it isn't) oh yes it is! This is Buttons' tale, told with a twist

Just Call Her Lesley

By Joannebarbarella

"Do I look OK?". We were going to my parents for Rosh Hashanah.  I was wearing a blue v neck three quarter sleeve top with a black wool skirt that fell 2” above the knee and white Tory Burch espadrilles with a black toe. I was wearing a blue quartz necklace.  I was down another 3 pounds.  “Should I have worn the blue dress?”

“You are so adorable.”

"I’m serious. They haven't seen me like this."

By Joannebarbarella

The Remains Of The Day. The Rest of D-Day

First hurdle cleared.

I went into my office breathing a sigh of relief and feeling twenty pounds lighter. Margaret had accepted me without blinking an eye. I called her my receptionist but in truth she was much more than that. She was my gate-keeper and the one with whom I shared “post-mortem” appreciations of new and unknown clients. A second opinion of a client is always very valuable, and she was very perceptive….as indeed she had just shown.