Chapter Three – Passports and Payments

Candi needs a forged passport and counterfeit references so she can pass herself as a bonafide female at her interview at Goldwing Airlines. She illicits the support of Michelle Murphy who has contacts in the underworld due to her ongoing relationship with Tony Carlotta. Tony's best forger, John Benstead, comes highly recommended but he's expensive and Candi is running out of cash. How far will she go to realise her dream of becoming an airline stewardess?

A Marvel X-Men Fanfiction starring Wolverine and Jean Grey

CHAPTER 4 - The Not so Great Escape

The train ride down was put to good use. She went over her plan again in her head. The issues of smuggling in an extra dress was settled by her wearing them both at once, one over the other. A similar solution solved getting underwear for Heather. Ellen had on her normal panties, under a pair of padded panties that she would give to Heather to enhance his girlie figure.

Chapter One - It's Just Not Fair!

In the nineteen seventies only ten percent of airline stewards were male and It was almost impossible to get a job as a male steward. Christopher Nyland's credentials were impeccable but he couldn't even get an interview. He wanted to be a flight steward more than anything else in the world. How far would he go to get the job? Would he consider presenting himself as female...and even if he was brave enough to do so...how would he go about it?

CHAPTER 3 - The Plan is Exposed

A Marvel X-Men Fanfiction starring Wolverine and Jean Grey

Pearls and walruses...

Cassidy's life has been lonely and full of heartache. Abandoned as an infant, bounced from foster home to foster home. He's never found a place where he's belonged. Then one summer as his life starts to turn around, something happens that changes everything...

CHAPTER 2 - Into the Lion’s Den

Chapter One - Mary Reynolds

Steven Balfour is fascinated by the sexy attractive mature next door neighbour. But where did she come from and what is her secret?

"One bitter truth is better than a pack of sweet lies." -- Grandpa Decker.

Puzzling prank...

A Marvel X-Men Fanfiction starring Wolverine and Jean Grey

Chapter 16

It took three months to produce that movie and so much happened in that time. I visited the psychologist four times in total. The first time that Sunday morning and then we moved the appointment to a Saturday afternoon. I have nothing against the psychologist, her name was Ann and she was a lovely lady. She tried to get me to relax by small talk which I was happy to engage in, but if any question related to my past I refused to talk.

“Pledge!” I called out to Cassandra from across the room. She was one of the few remaining pledges, and I had to get in all the fun I could. She looked up, staring at me from across the crowded living room and then made her way over, weaving through a line of dancing bodies belonging to both DAM and GAT members. I grinned a bit, noticing her discomfort at the entire situation. She probably wasn’t one for social settings; probably shouldn’t have joined a sorority then. As she neared, I pointed to the empty glass in my hand, rattling the half-melted ice cubes. “My glass is empty, pledge.”

Chapter 15

After we had arrived on set, I followed Triss to her office and the day began as usual. I made sure the coffee was on and started brewing. I went to the cafeteria to get some biscuits, smiling at the staff and getting smiles back. I then went back to Triss to see if there was anything else I could help with.

When I got back, Triss was on the phone, frowning into the receiver.

“Uh-huh, alright. OK, I see. I'll be there,” was Triss' side of the conversation.

“Come on, let's go, there is an emergency meeting we need to get to,” Triss told me.

Chapter 14

Rose's POV

We left early to go back to Bee's apartment and pack our stuff up. I didn't have that much. We hadn't gone shopping since the first day, so all of my stuff fit into a small section of one of Bee's suitcases. Bee was packing for about two weeks worth of clothes and because she was only packing her male clothes, it was an easy job. Most of our meals we ate on-site, so there was only a small plastic bag with perishable items from her fridge.

Chapter 12

I didn't have a lot of time to dwell on our conversation with Triss. Bee took charge of me and kept me very occupied. There weren't many lines, most of the scene involved me staring at a wall and causing it to burst into flames as the temperature kept rising.

Life on the Run in Skirts

CHAPTER 1 - A married man when dealing with his wife can be right or happy, not both

At the moment, Ellen was sprawled across her bed in a plain white ankle length flannel nightdress that was buttoned up to her neck. It was her standard weekday suburban housewife regalia. It wasn’t very racy. Her sexy negligees and lingerie were packed away, reserved for Saturdays.

To her husband, the flannel nightgown reminded him of something his grandmother used to wear. It was an opinion he prudently kept to himself.

Chapter Three - Ravaged On The Train

Steve is on Rachel's tail and has traced her to the motel from where she beat a hasty retreat. Rachel ditches her car and takes the train but it's a case of out of the frying pan into the fire. Meanwhile Steve is closing in on her.

Chapter 9

Bee drove the car into an underground car park for an apartment block. I had to wait for her to release me before I could start helping her gather all our shopping. We then had an elevator ride to her one-bedroom apartment. I was asked to sit quietly while she sorted out her bedroom, so I sat on the sofa and pulled out my kindle.

Chapter 7

Before I was ready to meet up with Billy, I needed to organise. If I ended up leaving with Billy, I wouldn't have a chance to come back to my campsite. I didn't want to leave all my stuff to be discovered, but I also needed to be able to retrieve everything if I didn't leave with Billy. I made two piles, one that I thought I could take with me and the rest. I had to base what I could take with me on what I could reasonably have gotten a hold of or couldn't live without and what I would be able to carry.