Change for the Better Part 8

During the night I woke due to the need to pooh. I wasn't sure about
messing my nappy even though Miss Candy said it was ok. Also it was
quite a mission to get out of the onesie I was wearing on my own. It
would mean waking her up to help me. I decided to use the nappy for its
intended purpose rather than wake up Miss Candy. I turned over on to my
stomach so there was no hindrance for the poo to flow. I just relaxed
and let it flow and there was also some wee. I turned over to go back to
sleep.

The tale of two girls Part 2

The tale of two girls

This story continues where Chrissy's New Life part 10 and Chris's
Surprise Prize Part 6 left off. Please read those two stories for this to make any sense.

Thank you so much to all who have reviewed my stories so far.

Christine:

We finished our packing and then left the house to go pick up Kathy.
We went back to the boutique where Beverly was waiting for us. We drove
over to Mrs. Turnquist's home. She welcomed us into her home.

Change for the better Part 7

The next morning I was woken by something around my clitty. It was as
though my clitty was inside something moist, it was sort of familiar. I
opened my eyes to see it was Priscilla with my clitty in her mouth. The
sun was already shining it was just the two of us on the huge bed. I
said, "Ooh, Priscilla what a lovely way to wake up."

Priscilla said, "We thought you were going to sleep the day away, we've
got lots planned for today, and Angela is coming to style your new hair
this morning."

Chrissy's New Life Part 7

Aunt Mary said she was going down for breakfast and we should join her
as soon as we were finished. After a while we both had enough and then
Carolyn helped me into my slippers and gown and picked up Bernice after
getting her own gown and slippers on. We made our way downstairs and
into the dining room. Another of the maids was already there placing the
plates on the table.

I'm Christina and I'm Sabrina and Nicole's friend and love there brother Junior but as a little brother. It's my little sister that has a crush on him. And her name is Joy. She's so cute and is like my little baby. Well that's what I'm told because she looks just like me. But that can't be because I'm only 13 and she's 6. I know this sounds weird but i really love Sara Beth and yes i know the way she was born. But that doesn't matter to me at all. Joy is shy and not to good with words. and the reason why we're in diapers as well will come out soon. Sorry I have to go someones messy.

Now that Samuel is living with us things have become better. But he goes by Sara Beth now. Kylie and I have been planning a big party for the girls and Junior. The big day is a week away and we said you can all have two friends over. Samantha and Sara Beth will be 14, Sabrina and Nicole will be 13, Jenny will be 12, Jamie will be 11 and Amber will be 10. And they’re all born the same day but a year apart. I know it is odd for something like this to happen but it did. But first the reason Samuel AKA Sara Beth is living with us now. But I’ll get back to the party later.

It was New Year’s Eve and we get a call. The call is from a cousin we knew of. But the way things went with the kids. Well they went bad to worst but we will get to that in a bit. We find out the girl that called is a year older than the twins. Well she called one day and said “I need a place to stay.” Because her parents found out she’s been in contact with the twin and the rest of us. She said her name is Samantha. So we asked the twins if they know a Samantha. Samantha's eyes and hair are brown.

After two months of being in the group home the day came they got to meet their new mom and dad. The twins were happy. Jenny, Jamie and Amber were kind of scared. But the new mom and dad said everything will be OK. Mr. and Mrs. Davis asked if there any problems.

Just a word about this story

This story is the response to a trope (and a story on another site) where the main character has been trapped into a life of helplessness and not given a means to escape. It's an anti-trope?

There are no cautions selected for this story. If you feel that there should be some cautions made, please let me know.

The Ship That Giggled

Synopsis: Flit pilots, the elite of pilots, were literately coupled to the brains of their Flit ships. Those brains, once little girls were the controls of those flits, but still very much little girls. It took a very unique set of skills to fly a flit, and more than a little tolerance to become a little girl's doll. Jack graduated flight school with honors and in his first baby girl outfit took his first flight as Sally's doll Jennifer.

PROXY

Synopsis: The original story released in 2014 left the fate of Jeff unknown. In this version Jeff returns and meets Chad his understudy while sharing with his sister's that fateful night his father dragged him from their home. Meanwhile, Chad, hired to play the Wentworth's cross dressing little brother is laying in bed with the dominate who was training him wondering what's going to happen next.

A Quiet Strength - Trial and Tribulation
by Anon Allsop

-Part Three-

-Four-

His hands stinging from the cold, Etu continued to smack it against the bole of the tree, its impact scarring the bark deeply. To have come so close to his beloved and to lose her in this snowstorm would seem almost unfathomable to the young warrior. Always before his eyes, the swirling snow blowing in his face, seemed merge everything into one ferocious gray fog.

Desperately wanting to strike out in search of Aponi, yet he knew that once he left Machk, he might not find him again. So, the young brave did the only thing he could and continued to strike the limb against the trunk of the tree.

A Quiet Strength
by Anon Allsop

-Part One-

-Thirty One-

The air was growing colder on the mountain, Etu knew they would need to leave very soon, or they wouldn't leave at all. He thought back to their battle with the bear, thinking it was probably doing nothing more than returning to its cave to hibernate.

Aponi and Etu had the last two weeks to practice their speaking, and in those two weeks, they had come a long way. Aponi had almost erased her struggle with speaking, the practice with Etu had exercised her voice better than any other thing she had done.

A Quiet Strength
by Anon Allsop

-Part One-

-Twenty Two-

After half of a day, including a bit of trial and error, the beautiful young 'mother to be' discovered if she put feathers upon the opposite end of her arrow shaft, she would have much more control. It took several tries before she realized that there was only one way that they could be positioned to prevent them from being shredded off each time they were shot.

Attaching the feathers was simple enough. She went only as far as a nearby pine tree and utilized the sap as her glue of choice. Satisfied that it would work, she began to create over two dozen of the straight little wooden sticks. First by notching out one end allowed it to rest on the string, then she began the tedious task of gluing the feathers to the shaft.

She took a walk to her favorite location to find little shards of slate, she carefully placed the sharp stone into a leather pouch she had and carried it back to the cave. With a rounded stone, she would break off pieces to create a definite point at one end and a relative square on the other to attach it to her arrow shaft.

Her only problem from this point forward, aside from working around her distended stomach, seemed to be coming up with the correct weight of the actual arrow-tips. Too heavy and it would impede the accuracy, to light and it had no knock down power. It was a fine line between success and total failure, her very life depended upon the ability to provide food for her and her yet unborn child.

A Quiet Strength
by Anon Allsop

-Part One-

-Twelve-

The comfortable days grew even hotter as time wore on for the young female, her predicament made all the more unbearable due to her condition. Smells made her stomach lurch, her breasts always seemed sore...was it this way for all women? She shuddered at the thought of thinking herself a woman, yet here she was in this form and getting used to it. Sadly, she felt it was something she would just have to do for the remainder of her days.

Often, she would make her way down the steep incline to crawl into the water, it's coolness helping calm the child growing within. Each trip down, caused her to Realize that as her middle grew, climbing up and down some of the more precarious rocks that were involved in moving about on her mountain, travel would soon become next to impossible.

A Quiet Strength
by Anon Allsop

-Part One-

-Four-

Etu retraced his steps until once again he emerged in the area where the Sky Dancer spirit arose from within the cloud. As he passed the spot where she had been slumbering, he noticed a few of the tiny dancers as they flit and fluttered as though looking for where their queen had gone. Now, he didn't actually think 'queen' but the translation would be intelligible, however the meaning is quite the same.

Even at a slow jog, Etu was a half a day from his tribe, that return trip and his meeting with the Sky Dancer queen, gave him a great deal to think about. He replayed their meeting over and over again in his mind. Each time, he would pause his memory on her naked form. Almost unable to forget her beauty.

In nearly nineteen seasons, he had never witnessed such great beauty and feminine grace possessed by a single form. This pale Spirit, or as he would call her, Aponi which literally translates to Butterfly, held him transfixed as he watched her disappear right before his very gaze. He marveled at the speed of the beautiful nymph of the forest, eluding his pursuit as only one with the forest could.

A Quiet Strength
by Anon Allsop

-Part One-

-One-

The young man stretched out on his bunk, pulled deeper into sleep by the constant hum of the ship's powerful engines. As the welcome sleep began to claim him, a electronic beeping pulled him back into the land of wakefulness. "Shit!" he groaned as he swung his feet outside his bunk. "Hang on, I got to get some clothes on!" He called out to the unseen visitor outside his cabin door. Once he had himself covered up, he called out to the computer. "Enter."

The door quickly slid to the side, making a sound of air escaping as it moved. The man looked into the eyes of his visitor and took a step backward.

"First Officer Stockwell, the High Commander requests your presence immediately." The stoic security officer advised.

"Let me get dressed first." Park replied as he began to search for his uniform pants.

"Now, sir." The Officer stepped inside the room, "I have been ordered to bring you right this minute– just as you are."

"Did he indicate what the reason for this unusual request was about?" Park complained as he tossed the pants on his bunk, "I just finished sixteen hours on the bridge, I really need to get some sleep." He pulled on a thin robe and fastened it closed.

"Sir." He said as he motioned for the young officer to exit ahead of him. As he passed the Security Officer, he noticed him place a hand upon a phaser that hung from his hip.

Baby Joan has been diapered, and only have a few moments left to live, but who really has the last laugh?

Introduction: This is another story that fits into Part 2 of the Cynthia Chronicles. Chronologically, it takes place a little more than a year after the ending of Adam and the Three Wishes. There are some interesting parallels to that story; however, there are significant differences.

If you are not familiar with the series, you should read An Incremental Journey, Cynthia and the Reluctant Girlfriend, Cynthia and the Dumpster Diver, Cynthia and the Moment of Truth, Cynthia and the High School Years, Parts 1 & 2, Charli and the Man Cave and Adam and the Three Wishes. Bobbie and the Glass Ceiling and Randi and the College Professor take place about seven years after this story.

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A Story of Love, Medicine, the Military, Orphans, and Viet Nam
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Caution: A small part of this story depicts events related to the sexual abuse of a child - me. No, it didn’t happen exactly the way written, but close enough I still, have an occasion, flashbacks. ________________________________________________________________

The Chief sort of wilted. “I don’t know how to say this gently. The first BabyLift flight out of Vietnam crashed. It will be on the news tonight. Already the Mayor, and worse, the Newspapers have been clamoring for their favorite Emergency Medical Technician to help. So… you’ll be packing your bags. The Mayor talked to the Governor. The Governor called the President. The President called the Pentagon. The Pentagon called the Governor’s Military office, repeatedly, then the General called your CO at Moffett Field, and then your CO called me. As of 0800 today, you have been federalized.”

This is the second story of the trilogy...

The small car came to a stop as the passenger window rolled halfway down, "You need a lift?" I bent over and looked at the driver for a full five seconds before opening up the door and stepping in.

It was raining pretty steadily now and it didn't look like it would let up any time soon, so I figured what the heck. "Thanks, I was getting a bit soggy walking out there." I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone else saw me climb into the car, no one else was around, just me and the guy. That's when I heard a tiny sound behind me causing me to look over my shoulder: it was a very young infant in a car seat.

The man noticed me looking at the child and smiled, "Do you like babies?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Sure, they're okay."

"We're heading to Nordstrom, Connecticut, ever hear of it?" He asked trying to make small talk.

I shook my head. "I've been all over the East Coast, but never there." I looked back toward the little one strapped into the seat, "Boy or girl?"

"Girl." He said without looking.

We drove on for a few miles, "Your daughter's cute."

He smiled, "Yeah... uh... she looks like her mother."

Carlie

III. Back to Boyhood (Sort of)