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

A Turn On The Pathway To Citizenship
Part One Of Three

By
Warm Hearted

Edited By Commentator

Synopsis: The tale of Mark Cedric's unique and unexpected turn on his pathway to becoming an American citizen, but Mark will discover that being a new citizen is very pleasurable.

As always comments and constructive criticism is much appreciated.

Over the course of the next few weekends I was given- and took- the opportunity to become Jacinta several times. Despite her own limited storage space, Ophelia (which, by October, was the only name I addressed my friend by) was more than happy to keep 'my' clothes at her house.

She was also happy to wash the clothes for me, especially the underwear- which came as a huge relief to me when I saw that she'd bought me a packet of thongs.

“Well, looks like we’re the first to arrive,” Stuart mused as he steered the car containing himself and his fiancée into the designated parking spot outside the studio where they’d be spending the rest of the day.

“If you think that means we can be the first to leave, forget it,” Jamie said with a smug grin. “Cheer up! I know you don’t like being on this side of the camera, but it IS only for one day, you won’t be wearing anything extravagant, and you yourself said this whole shoot was a great idea.”

I try not to fidget as the middle-aged man sat in front of me finishes reviewing the information we provided. My clothes aren’t exactly comfortable- but under the circumstances, they could easily have been a lot LESS comfortable.

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As the five girls piled into the car along with two(!) full boxes of Krispy Kreme Donuts, six cell phones began receiving texts. It didn't take long for Marti to read her's [she only got one!]. With a face palm, she said "I'm so dead!"

 
 

“Why do I have to have my hair plaited?” I grumpily asked for probably the twentieth time as I twisted my locks.

“You think I'm any happier, I look a right dork with these braids.”

Author's note: If you are a comic-book fan, you might recognize who is who in this little story

Daughter of the Knight

I am the child of two dangerous people.

My mother was trained by my grandfather in the arts of intimidation, control ... and death.

My father, on the other hand, uses darkness and fear as weapons, but what most people don’t understand is that his goal always has been to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

To be a modern-day knight.

"Aww..." Suriya coos, playfully leaning her head onto my shoulder. "SO pretty..."

"So GORGEOUS, more like!" Harriet giggles as she adjusts her tight black leotard. "Not that I'm interested, of course- I was talking about the tutu, not Priya!"

“Is there any point in having a birthday party if the actual birthday girl herself isn’t going to be here?” Becca moans as she paces back and forth, nearly deafening everyone with the rustling of her petticoats underneath her knee-length pink dress.

“Oh, just give her time,” Adeola says. “She’ll get here eventually. It’s not her fault her family lives an hour and a half away and she’s their only child.”

Doesn't everyone have a sexy, time-traveling, superhero ghost for a grandma?

It Came   With   the Mask   by Erin Halfelven

For once I was not depressed coming home from work. Unfortunately not being depressed meant that I finally had to do what I had put off for weeks: search my son’s room.

From a technical and tactics briefing aboard Atlantis, Alex and company decide to randomize their approach to apprehend Clemson. Making another trip back to Colonial Philadelphia, Alex allows Jack to send the time thief an ‘explosive’ message. Will Clemson find an ally with clues to the Empress’ weaknesses and whereabouts? What will happen when two rats get into the hen house?

Serendipity and discovering music.

Surrounded on Halloween
A Timber Grove Story
by TGTrinity

On a chilly Halloween night in Timber Grove, William makes a wish at a wishing well that comes true in a very unexpected way.

Author's Note:
This short story was posted on Halloween in 2014, but I'm posting it for the first time here on Big Closet Top Shelf. I really hope you enjoy it.

In Good Spirits
a Timber Grove Story
by TGTrinity

On Halloween night a young man meets a friendly spirit that gives him a chance to be the girl he has always dreamed about becoming.

Author's Note:
This is the ninth story set in the "Timber Grove" series, but it is a stand alone story that you can follow without having read any other stories in the series. This is possibly my favorite story that I've written, and I hope you enjoy it as well.

Story Themes:
Halloween
Wish Fulfillment
Magical Transformation

“Thank you all!” Becca yells into her microphone to the screaming crowd as we all wave happily. “Thank you all so, so much!”

“Thank you Glasgow!” I scream into my microphone, taking several deep breaths (despite my tight clothing) to rest my tired voice.

“We love you all!” Lauren yells into the microphone, her long, ginger hair pinned to her face with sweat thanks to our two hour long concert- our tenth in twelve days, and thankfully, our last for the time being.

A year ago Michael eagerly watched Diane turn her husband into a submissive maid and pleasure slave. For months they enjoyed leading him deeper into the world of submission and humiliation. Now, he gets to experience Diane's power from the other side.

“You don’t lie to me,” I sing in my low, sultry voice.

“You don’t lie to me,” Lauren repeats in her own rich singing voice.

“You don’t lie to me,” Kayla sings with a devilish look in her eyes.

“You don’t lie to me…” Adeola sings as we all so a single turn before we all throw our arms in the air.

“No more lies!” The five of us sing in unison, earning a thunderous rounds of applause from our producer Stuart and our choreographer Krystie.

“BRILLIANT,” Krystie giggles. “Choreography was spot on, well done, girls.”

I desperately wanted to tell Sarah what had happened but didn’t want to do it by text, so it would have to wait till I got home. As it was, Jenny was texting me about it, asking what I did, how he tasted and more importantly, how big his penis was.

Well, I didn’t measure it but I knew it was bigger than mine, but I’ve always known mine wasn’t that big, it sorted of fitted with my overall size. John’s was bigger. I did wonder how he really felt about it, but seeing that he asked me out on the way back to work, I guess he was OK with it.