When I read Maryanne Peters' story "A Special Kind of Revenge" (https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/86869/special-kind-revenge), it enraged me so much, I couldn't keep myself from painting darker and darker plots of revenge on behalf of the brothers. I got so worked up, I had to write it out of my system. While writing it down, the story became less and less dark than in my first intentions. (But) I hope you will (still) enjoy it.

Further remark: Of course, the copyright of the original story and characters belongs to Maryanne Peters. Since she didn't name her characters, I had to come up with names on my own. Thus, while she didn't name the surgeon, but wrote it from the ego-perspective (first person) I named the surgeon after her (just in honor to her as an author, not because she is that surgeon (at least as far as I know or not know)).
Anyway, please be aware, this is a work of pure fiction, any resemblance with dead or living persons (especially Maryanne Peters), with any objects, places and events are completely coincidental and unintended.

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In "A Special Kind of Revenge" (https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/86869/special-kind-revenge) Maryanne Peters lets a surgeon deal with males by performing MTF transformations on request as salvation, punishment, revenge or prophylaxis, if the price is right. One of her customers orders the transformation of a pair of brothers into sisters. The surgeon wonders briefly, if the customer bit off more than he could possibly chew. The 'sisters' were quite a handful on delivery. This is where this story took off from and is written from the customer's point of view.

Content Warning: This story includes a forced animal transformation (with a sex swap), as well as some physical violence (separate from the sexy bits), a near death experience, and some light misgendering. There's an FTM transformation, but it's basically off screen. There’s also some implied child abuse in one character’s past.

When William McLennan decides to dress as Wendy the witch for Halloween she has no idea what awaits her at a deserted house on the edge of town.

It was just one of those days which started fine. I went to school without any suspicion on my part that, by the end of the day, I'd be on the run pretending to be someone totally different with my dad on his way to South America.

You asked for it. And I finally got it started. A sequel to "A Friend in Deed."

Because of his previous actions, Marcus has received gifts from the gods. He is determined not to abuse them. (He has read his classical literature) But these gifts have a way of calling attention to themselves. He believes he is doing well with the changes they have caused. He and Janet have even found girlfriends. But they aren't the only consequences from his actions. One in particular is waiting on the chance to strike.

A graduate student's roommate sets him up on a blind date. It becomes clear that words were chosen with care.

Darcy Paige pleaded with her brother, “Come on Harrison! Give my Becki a chance. She is really nice, and she thinks you are cute.”

“For the last time Darcy, no. I do not want to go on a date with Becki.”

“Then at least give me a reason.”

Part x of 6

 
Chapter 11
"Myra, that was an amazing performance!" Penny said in wonder. "Talk about take no prisoners! Who else could talk about the ancient Indus Valley civilizations and make it sing?"

"I did get a little carried away."

Harvey and the pretty girl

Ok, this one is a bit... well, weird and nasty, to be honest. If you are of a delicate disposition, please move along. I've been ill with covid, but I'm a bit better now. Thanks again to Gabi for editing and proofreading, but don't blame her for everything else. It's a bit rushed for Halloween because of the illness. I'll try and tidy it as I go along. There are more chapters, but it's not finished yet. What can I say, deadlines and illness don't mix...

Part 3 of 6

 
Chapter 6
Two days later Helen and the slightly mystified Penny were sitting in a plastic surgeon's office in Reno Nevada. For Penny, traveling with someone who was almost the woman for whom she worked for many years was a surreal experience.

Part 2 of 6

 
Chapter 4
Mothers.

There is one, and only one, thing that can be said about mothers without deviating one iota from the absolute truth: We all have one.

Chapter Six

Plans Within Plans

“I remain, your obedient servant, Constance De La Concordia, Palatine, Adepta Sororitas.”

Errol is a high school senior, who while finishing his secondary education, is experiencing his first great love. His girlfriend decides to take the sexual reins. Little does Errol know that his personal dominos are starting to fall.

“When the door closes on you, it's because life knows you deserve better. And, if we really knew our worth, we would close the door ourselves.” S. C. Lourie

Embarrassing things happen in this life. Sometimes other people embarrass you, sometimes you embarrass yourself. Most of those times you sigh and feel glad that no one is watching - or worse yet - filming.

“How’s the fit?” the shop clerk asks me as I smooth the long, flowing dress over my narrow waist and smooth, curved hips.

“Be honest, Laura,” mum advises. “If there are any problems, you need to let us know now as there won’t be another chance before Saturday, and you’ll be in that dress for a long-“

“I know, I know,” I interrupt. “It’s still pinching a bit around my armpits…”

“Okay, we can do something about that,” the clerk says. “Are there any other places it’s too tight?”

“Nope,” I reply, smirking as I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

Cary gets to explore his inner girl with the help of the ladies of The Femme Club.

“No peeking!” Kayla admonishes me as I enter her bedroom.

“What, I’m not allowed to see my girlfriend naked?” I tease, smiling as Kayla giggles and tosses a ball of scrunched-up wrapping paper at me.

“I’M not naked,” Kayla retorts.

“D’aww,” I pout, earning another giggle.

“Your presents, on the other hand, are!” Kayla yells as she jumps off her bed and closes the door- though not before giving me a gentle kiss. I giggle as I leave my girlfriend be and return to the living room, though inside, my nerves are jangling for multiple reasons.

Summer Times
A Novelette in a Dickensian Style
By Maryanne Peters

Chapter One

“I have a proposal for you, Mr. Summers,” she said. She appeared to me to be a fine woman, of imperious bearing and with an expensive frock – totally out of place in the gatehouse where we first met that day.

“Ten!” The assembled women shouted, barely making themselves heard over the roar of the nightclub. “Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!”

“Aw, girlies!” Ellie squeaked excitedly as the countdown neared its conclusion.