"Umm..." I mumble, not breaking eye contact with my friend for one moment.

“Steph?” Kayla repeats, obviously stunned by my unexpected action.

I’m innocent; it’s all BarbieLee’s fault! I blame her, she forced me, she twisted my arm. Well, not really but she dangled a twisted idea in front of my nose so of course I just had to grab it and add a twist or two. There was no way I could avoid it, could I? You believe me, don’t you?

Friday evening. I hear the door open and my son enter.

”DAD! It’s getting cold so I need warmer tights now. Could we get some tomorrow?” he shouts before quickly going upstairs. He is always quick to get out of his school uniform blazer and skirt. He keeps complaining about the skirt every day. I sympathize with him but he really has himself to blame. No matter, he’s a good boy, or so I thought until yesterday!

A school somewhere in England a long time ago (well, actually recent past).

Please enter through the door that has the sign

Headmaster
James Heuchler

on it.

Stories in the Jackie Hallard Universe:

Will the police get their man and their money back? Only Hugh knows.

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Relaxation

Like a lot of other guys, my work is something I endure so I have the money to enjoy my weekends, when I can relax.

Although, the way I “relax” is a little different than most guys ...

See, once I get home on Friday afternoon until I have to get ready for work on Monday, I spend the whole time in women’s clothes.

I dont think its a fetish, at least not exactly, because for the most part, I dont get turned on by dressing up.

What I mostly feel is ... at peace.

Free.

Stories in the Jackie Hallard Universe:

Will the police get their man and their money back? Only Hugh knows.

Copyright © 2017 by AuP reviner

This probably should be listed as a blog entry...but I would like to get an opinion on it

this novella is about girl who identities herlself as "moonprysim" and various street names. She never gives her name but does give her deadname (as she hated it)and, well
, still working on it.

A short story...

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A short story...

Copyright © 2017 by AuP reviner

In this episode, Tracy helps move her family's stuff from Oroville. Plus a look in with Lewis Horton as he goes to see his daughter.

I pushed open the door to find the house just as it always was at this time of the afternoon, silent and empty. Shafts of the waning sunlight illuminated tiny dust particles dancing lazily through the air. Even though I knew no one was home, I tried to suppress the rustling of the bag I was carrying as much as possible. Why did the bags at the bag sale always have to be paper? It felt like it would be taboo to mar the silent spell of isolation that laid upon the house.

Amy Roberts parked her car in the middle of the small town but just sat there, uncertain if this was the right thing. On the seat next to her was a box of election literature - flyers - and a map of the town.