Author's Note: The following is a story that I proposed as a challenge on my blog. Alyssa Paige, Mindi Harris, and myself are all published writers who specialize in forced feminization stories. I suggested that it might be fun to do a round robin where we took turns writing in roughly 500 word chunks through fifteen rounds. I started, Alyssa was second, and Mindi was third. The following story takes us through part 8 of the story.
I hope you enjoy.
--Kylie

Thirty-Two Flavors Part 1

The Favour

© 2015 D.L.

"You look frustrated", Josh stated as he sat down at the table opposite Stephany. The snarl of annoyance she had emitted only moments before made the statement exceedingly obvious. It was a look Josh had become familiar with over the past few months.

Chapter 33 - Growth

Daisy was busy adjusting to life as a Dolly Parton-esque woman, fending off the predictable rude off-colored comments. This took place, all under the watchful eye of Ivan or, in his absence, one of his henchman. By late afternoon, Daisy's shoulders were hurting as his bra straps dug into his shoulders from carrying around his mammoth melons. The lunch hour crowd had been heavier than usual. He was bracing himself for the happy hour rush, counting the hours until closing.

Questions are answered. Mysteries are solved. And matters are settled. With family and friends reunited. In the epilogue of Book Four of Badasses Of the Multiverse.

First Night at the Brilliant Basilisk
By Paul Calhoun

From my story queue.

A man who dresses as a sexy lady to get free drinks at a club sees his best friend and roommate come in. Since he's always told his friend to let him know before he tried the club, the drink vamp decides to make sure he has an unforgettable night by playing to the desires he knows he has.

I straighten my short black pencil skirt and my clingy, translucent tights as I jump in the back of the pink London cab. I slip my stiletto heels off and stretch my tired toes, satisfied that a hard day’s work is complete.

“Don’t let those toes get too comfortable,” Viks teases as she gets in the driver’s seat. “Aren’t they going to be supporting your entire bodyweight later tonight?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” I mock-groan. “I mean, it’s not that I DON’T like ballet, it’s just- haven’t I worked hard enough today?”

Stan and Lewis Lowe reach a crossroads, with the Lagoon sisters, and trio sisters, following right behind them. With all of them having to face more than just their own pasts, in the chapter, “Those You Meet Along The Way: Part Three.”

As the classical music reaches its crescendo, I lower myself from pointe and dip into a perfect ballerina’s curtsey, spreading my voluminous tutu beneath me as the crowd roars with rapturous applause.

“Three cheers for the birthday girl!” Stuart yells from the audience, making me blush as I stand back up.

“Hip hip!” Stuart yells.

“Hooray!” The crowd enthusiastically responds.

A prisoner in my own mind

Sydney Moya

© 2015

All rights reserved

Synopsis

Ashley touches an alien artifact one day and an alien invades his body with incredible results.

Chapter Two

Chapter 32 - A New Steve Emerges

It felt like his head was spinning and he had to put his hands on the car when he thought that he might faint. His thoughts were going 100 miles an hour and he tried shaking his head to clear it.

Steve and his analytical brain just couldn't figure out what was happening.

The hunt between Revy and Bob finally comes to a head.

But first, Bob, Ed, and B, have to make through the past, present, and future, of their situations, in the chapter, “Those You Meet Along The Way: Part Two.”

After Bob gets out of quarantine, on DS9, he finally gets drunk one too many times.

Then, Bob will go into the future, when he will find out some surprises.

And Boris will have to make some hard choices, concerning his life, and his future.

"...And that's about it for this half of the term!" Mrs. Ford says, prompting everyone in the class to whisper excitedly and put away their textbooks. "See you all in a week!"

"So cool!" Nicole enthuses as we leave the classroom.

Rock decides to check on Revy, Shenhua, and Sawyer's hunt for Bob, Ed, and Bob. And Rock will have some surprises during the journey.

This is The Hong Kong Beat, in more ways than one.

My heart is racing and my palms are clammy. My mouth is bone dry from not having eaten in 24 hours and I'm shaking like a leaf.

"Okay Miss Burke," the doctor says as he injects a syringe into my IV drip. "I want you to count backwards from ten. Can you do that, please?"

"Ten," I whisper hoarsely. "Nine, e-eight, um, seven..." My head starts to spin as I find it harder and harder to keep my eyes open.

"Six, um, six?" I ask as my brain fogs over and my entire body feels like it's made out of lead.

By Zapper

Synopsis: Jack Carter, a member of the Guild’s elite Special Operations Division known as the Hounds of Heaven has been assigned an undercover mission to find and destroy a possible Clutch of Sorcerers. The only catch is that he’s got to do it in the body of a woman! Can he and his team stop the new Clutch of Sorcerer’s or will the Guild be faced with another disaster?

SIX WEEKS LATER

“Vive La France!” Krystie happily exclaims in my ear, over the noise of the crowded Parisian nightclub.

“This is so cool!” I happily reply as I dance with my friend, the two of us attracting the attention of virtually every boy in the club in our tiny clubbing dresses and extra-high heels- not to mention our voluminous hair and heavy make-up!

“Yeah, who needs BOYS anyway?” Krystie asks.

FIVE MONTHS LATER

“Oww…” Charlotte moans as I pull the laces of her corset ever tighter. “Whose stupid idea was this again?”

“Yours,” I laugh as I give the laces one final pull before tying them in a bow.

“I wish I had less imagination,” Charlotte laughs as she pulls on the remaining layers of her elaborate Victorian-style ball gown. “Is it at least closed at the back?”

“Of course,” I say with pride. “If your corset-maker is to be believed, we’re both now proud owners of 20 inch waists!”

"Mr. Tyler, your resume is very impressive," Robert Marotte, chief recruitment officer for Soixante-Trois airlines, said to the young American man sitting opposite him. "Two years working for Belman airways in America, fluent in English, French & German, conversational in Russian and Arabic, you could choose any airline you want. Why do you want to work for Soixante-Trois?"