I am Not the Best at Words
(The Content of a letter which was slipped underneath the door of a teenage girl’s bedroom)

Dakota looks at her reflections in the mirror as she adjusted her new nursing bra. The medication her sister-in-law prescribed for her to produce her own breasts milk have made them bigger. It was causing her breasts to produce milk for the twins her and Terry adopted from a former costumer of theirs. The twins were causing her to produce more in order to feed them.

“How a natural woman goes through their whole entire natural life wearing a bra, I’ll never know.” Dakota knows she’ll never be able to pass as a man again, without binding her chest.

NOTE: Please note that this is a fantasy that is set a thousand years into the future. I don't profess to be a doctor and I'm sure what I'm suggesting in this story is anatomically impossible. But a girl can dream, can't she? :D

This story was originally conceived to be a stand alone tale, but it fit Dorothy's M.Y.T.H. universe without too much modification. It starts about a year before Help! My girlfriend is a Unicorn!

This is the New Year edition.

I had intended to get it out by the end of December 2018, but real life intervened. I hope you all enjoy it, anyhow.

I let out a long, loud sigh of relief as the bell rings to signify the end of yet another school day. Two years ago, I'd have given anything to be able to sit in a classroom dressed the way I am right now, but today I am almost desperate to get home and strip off the stiff grey skirt and black tights that are covering my lower body.

To say this is a weird first Christmas is something of an understatement. They only family we have over is, strangely enough, Joan and Tommy. Yes, that promises to be a fun time, doesn’t it? I have to wonder if Tommy is going to look at me this time as I have on a short black dress with a lace top. I’m showing off my nude pantyhose covered legs and they’re being propped up by my silver heels with a slight open toe that show just a little of my fuchsia nail polish. My lips are of the same color and I have some purple-silver eye shadow.

Hey guys yet another chapter of From the streets for you!!! I hope you guys are enjoying your Xmas Holidays and Zoe and I wish you all a happy Xmas.

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I've been chewing on ideas for other stories, but this won't let me ignore it, so here's another of Susie's Days - see Susie Saturdays for the first.

Chapter Three – Teacher’s Pet

Now that the cops realise that they have serial killer on their hands they bring in an FBI profiler who Penelope at first dislikes because she thinks she is losing control of the case. Her drinking causes her more problems but maybe the new guy can help her with that. We get an insight into the serial killer's home life.

Continued from part 6 -the shed-

{a new direction - torment teasing and submission}

I continued blissfully rubbing Nicole's feet, one at a time of course, while Kathy used me as a foot stool, her foot at times
caressing my thigh, toes scrunching, reminding me her feet were there, constantly. I looked at their feet, they were the
same size, Nicole in beige pantyhose and Kathy wearing the cute tiny socks. Nicole's nylon encased feet were more
intoxicating for me, but having two pair of feet... teasing me... was uhm... intoxicating.

Helen gets to see what its like to be treated like a girl.