Wrong Girl / Wrong Guy
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

James was not a patient of mine. I could never offer a patient a job, let alone take a patient out to dinner, or make advances. That would cost me my licence. No, James was a friend. Well, maybe not a true friend, but we have known one another a long time. I have always known that he is a prick, and he has always known that I can be taken advantage of.

Kelly stands and watches as her father is secured to the wall. The doctor that did all her modifications and surgery had done an outlandish job on her father. He got what was due to him and now he’ll be the one having his ass and pretty little mouth used by men.

“I hope you enjoy your new occupation, father.” Kelly takes a picture of her father as he is secured in place.

St Francis of Asissies Correctional Academy Part 2

I have proof read this, but there may be some mistakes. Please forgive these.
This story is set in a crime ridden dystopian UK.

Part 2
The boys both woke when they heard the matron enter the room. They stumbled out of bed and saw the matron place a large bag of clothing on the table.

“Right you two, I want you washed and dressed in the next thirty minutes. You have induction this morning”

Almost simultaneously they both grabbed their crouches. They felt restriction and tightness down there.

The Rusty Cowboy Lounge:
Kelly walks into the lounge and couldn’t believe how busy the place was. Victoria had come with her and was going to mingle while she met with the private detective. She was instructed to go to the VIP section and meet them. She was meeting someone in private room two.

A short story...

Copyright © 2021 by AuP reviner

Princess of Castile

By Jennifer Reed

Chapter 16, final chapter, part 1 of 2.

This is part one of the final chapter of Princess of Aragon. Natalia is pushed to make a final choice to the course of her life. What will she have to surrender and what will she get with it? And is it really a choice? We see what has become of Leanne's life. Ambar and the leaders of her nation is invited to attend and we finally see what is to become of the nation of Aragon.

Part one

I wake up in a strange place in a strange body, with no memory of anything which has happened before. Who am I? What sex am I? What race am I? What am I doing here? Why am I wanted by the police? What should I do about the pervert spying upon me? Is he involved in getting me into this position?

The questions seem never-ending.

Author’s Note: There is no explicit sex or violence in this story (apart from a punch under the jaw). There are one or two swear words, and there is talk of historical crimes such as rape and murder. Do not read or read with caution if you think you may be offended or upset by this.

Chapter One - One Highway - Two Fatalities

Poppy Evesham's common law husband Elliot Granger is called in to investigate a homicide and a motor vehicle fatality which he soon finds out are linked by a case, the contents of which some men will go to any means to possess.

Decisions
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

He wanted to be angry, but whatever she had done to him seemed to make that impossible. He felt not only weak, but devoid of energy, and placid too. He knew that he should not be, but he seemed in a word: Incapable.

Compared to her, he was. She was a brilliant surgeon. He had been nothing; a sales representative for a medical supply company. A charmer. A rake. But that seemed so long ago.

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.

“Cut! Kelly, put more expression into your character. Remember, you’re just learning that you are a mutant.”

“Yes sir.”

“Alright, ACTION!” Director Edges watches as Kelly plays her part.

Kelly plays her part and interacts with the actors in the scene without any problems. She keeps her mind on her acting, instead of the information she was given about the doctor that gave her the big breasts. She manages to get through the current scene and move on to the next four scenes.

Three teen age girls exact revenge on the older brother of one of them, who is obnoxious to them, with dire results

The aftermath of a bachelorette party that went awry.

Spinal Tap
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

The device was a simple spinal implant. Something injected into the fluid of the spinal column, carrying the capacity to deliver tiny electrical impulses. These impulses were so small that the minute battery had sufficient capacity for one hundred single tiny surges. But directly in the spine those surges translated to bursts of incredible pain. Julie felt that one hundred such jolts would be all that was needed to adjust behavior. In the case of her own son Chris, she had used less than fifty.

A sequel to the Gun Princess Royale. Yanked off the streets of New Angeles by the tenebrous Pantheon organisation, and gifted with a deadly avatar known as a Diva, Nikola 'Sola' Raynar is a Lanfear - a huntress of Bloodliners and Wolvren. When she isn't hunting down the denizens of the night, she's busy finding ways to build up her nest egg for the day of her retirement from Pantheon. But when her rampant greed carries her a little too far, she finds herself in a mess that wasn't entirely of her own making.

Sometimes you need to backtrack in order to go forward.

That’s what I decided when I ran back to the building and the balcony where I’d left Miss Ponytail’s mechanical avatar for dead.

At sight of her broken body lying on the wrecked balcony, I briefly dropped to my knees and almost cried tears of joy mingled with relief.

Then I bounced back onto my feet, and I hurriedly pulled her body into the apartment.

A sequel to the Gun Princess Royale. Yanked off the streets of New Angeles by the tenebrous Pantheon organisation, and gifted with a deadly avatar known as a Diva, Nikola 'Sola' Raynar is a Lanfear - a huntress of Bloodliners and Wolvren. When she isn't hunting down the denizens of the night, she's busy finding ways to build up her nest egg for the day of her retirement from Pantheon. But when her rampant greed carries her a little too far, she finds herself in a mess that wasn't entirely of her own making.

Nancy shows her true nature

Why was I going through the building and not over it?

Because I had no intention of being caught by surprise and sniped while using the balconies to climb up the side of the building and onto its rooftop.

Instead, I stepped through the shattered balcony window-wall into what resembled a luxurious, spacious apartment complete with a breakfast left cold on the kitchen table that was one of those island designs where the table is more like a bench with stools surrounding it.

Clenching my jaw against the pain, I stifled an anguished gasp but couldn’t help wheezing a little as I stood up on the wrecked balcony.

I could only think of one reason why the countdown had been trimmed by ten minutes.

Looking northward in the direction of the Promenade, I saw smoke trailing out of its stern as it drifted leisurely toward the tall tower with thin branch-like arms reaching up for the sky.

Ah…so that’s why.

The time penalty was probably for shooting at the Promenade.

Natalia has to make a choice as the princess plots behind her back.
Chapter 15