Chapter 4: “A Closed Delivery”

Descent to the Surface

Desert moons always smelled like rust and regret. CL-9C, if the nav log was right, hadn’t seen rainfall in thirty years. Maybe longer. The air shimmered with heat rising off the cracked concrete surface, the dust swirling like a heat haze, a gritty, almost suffocating blanket that clung to everything. The rhythmic thump of the Indira’s engines, a steady pulse against the desolate silence of the moon, vibrated through the floorplates, a constant, almost physical reminder of our precarious existence.

Chapter Two – Cinderella

High School senior Alexandra Plessy is no longer the ugly duckling at school and she makes an uneasy truce with The Karens. She decides to continue to keep her gender identity a secret which wouldn't be a problem except that she is slowly falling for Mitch Bellingham who has rescued her twice when she has been in trouble with The Karens. She agonizes over whether to tell him the truth or withhold that part of her life from him, even as their relationship becomes steamy. Then there is Uncle Miles to deal with.

“Come on, up and at ‘em!” Paul yelled as he banged on his son’s door, eliciting a tired groan from the twenty-year-old. “Just ‘cause football’s one step closer ta comin’ home, it doesn’t mean ya can lay around all day!”

“Yes, yes, okay,” the young man grunted through the door as he threw back the covers and sat upright, brushing his messy hair out of his face and shielding his eyes from the bright summer Sun.

“Same goes for you, Luke!” Paul yelled as he banged on his other son’s door.

Chapter One – Tribes

Transgender teen Alexandra Plessy moves to Masons Peak to complete her senior year and escape the growing social climate of discrimination and harassment in her previous school. She keeps her identity secret and has to navigate the challenges of being 'the new kid'. She piques the interest of 'The Karens', three middleclass, self-centered, overly entitled bullies who are determined to put her in her place.

This is the final chapter of Samantha’s story (I do have other content set in the Sissy Camp universe). It’s also my first completed, public story, so I want to thank everyone who has read so far. If you’ve enjoyed it, I’d suggest you subscribe to my patreon where we have 21 Sasha Sucklove’s, 7 Bimbo 101s, 7 Stud Clara and Sissy Missys, a few one shots and 36 captions.

Chapter 1: “Dockside Ghosts”

Arrival at the Dock

Back At The Vineyard:
“How are our finances looking, Henry?” Elizabeth looks across Henry’s desk as he taps away on his computer.

“The vineyard itself is doing fine. However, the trauma center is incurring a significant amount of expenses. You’ll need to make some changes to bring down the cost.” Henry looks towards Elizabeth, who is the trauma center director.

“What type of cost are you talking about, Henry?” Elizabeth needs to know exactly where they need to cut costs.

“Ex- excuse me?” The young woman asks, her facemask muffling her soft Yorkshire accent. “Can — can we get a selfie with you, please?” I allow myself a small chuckle as I turn to face the asker of the question — a girl barely older than sixteen, standing with three others of her age. All of them are wearing t-shirts with cartoon caricatures on the front and, even though I can’t see them, angel wing prints on the back, just like all t-shirts promoting the group I tried — and failed — to join.

Alex had a terminal Cancer diagnosis and thought she would die before she got to be the girl she always was inside. That all changes when she's in the wrong place at the right time and gets transported to another world and into the body of a girl. So what if she's not human, she's alive and a girl. Now if only she had her sister with her to navigate this new world and her new responsibilities. Wait, she's here too? The passage of their souls between worlds may have doomed the Earth to apocalypse, but Alex and Michelle won't be there to see it and they have enough problems on their hands.
 

The room was bathed in pastel pink tones, with airy curtains letting in the afternoon light. The floor was covered in colorful wigs, sparkly shoes, brushes, and children's makeup. Sitting on the edge of the bed, eight-year-old Tomás held the straps of a lavender glittering dress in both hands, looking at himself with a mix of wonder and longing.