Whatever you do, don't call me Manny. I absolutely hate it. What kind of name is that for a chick anyways? If you know what's good for you, you'll address me by my proper name Manal Muhammad. When I said that, the pudgy teacher's assistant glared at me balefully, a look of simmering anger filling his reddened face. His blue eyes were like ice cubes. I could...
********** A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! ********** 1 - Monday It really has been one hell of a week and more to come maybe, though I really am not sure how this is all going to work out. An awful lot has happened since last Monday, I...
In chapter 3 my Auntie arranged a pee taste test with several donors for me. In this chapter she indulges my love of girls' clothes, and introduces me to a new pee donor. Chapter 4. Auntie Jean buys me clothes for a girls night in, and I drink from the fountain of youth. After my marathon day of pee testing and drinking yesterday I was quite happy to sl...
Chapter 6 2013 continued Abby spent hours and hours over the next week with her mother learning about the polyamorous sexual experience her parents had enjoyed with Connie. One result was that Jean and Don reached out to her yet again in a long letter, despite the apparent isolation from them that Connie had self-imposed. Part of what seemed to break the i...
Jean and Jim Johnson were both products of parochial, conservative small towns in the Midwest. In those areas, right was right, wrong was wrong -- and nothing was in between. Of course, actions frequently differ from religious and moral beliefs, but both Jean and Jim were closer to the regional ideal than most. This was particularly true of Jean. Her father,...
It was the Friday after Labor Day, and St. Louis still sweltered. Justin D'Enfer was at his desk in the midafternoon working with his executive assistant, Ms. Mabel Travis. "Damn, we've got to get maintenance working on this AC system. This is ridiculous." "I'll send them a text, sir. Priority one." "Thank you, Ms. Travis. I need just one more thing from y...
I am a Sales Manager & spend a lot of my time travelling the country (UK); I was due to spend a 4 days at a conference in High Wycombe. This is a journey I could not commute everyday, so it would be best suited to stay close to the venue. My Aunt & Uncle live in Marlow, not far from the venue & if they would put me up for a few nights it would do me a favour...
January 2 ~3:22 AM~ Three twenty two. Jeez, it was three twenty two in the damned morning. Blue blinked owlishly at the glowing light of the clock at her bedside, wondering what it was that had caused her to wake. The answer to her question came in the form of a low growl. Abe lay at one corner of her bed, head up, ears perked, and tense. The quietly rumb...
Chapter 1 I bought out the guy I worked for for twelve years when he finally wanted to retire. He owned a small home repair business that was really kind of a general handyman operation since he took on just about any request that customers came in with, maybe from painting to plumbing repair, wallpaper removal, electrical rewiring, small concrete repair, m...
This is a story I published a few years ago under a different profile. I have 'tweaked' it to try and make it better, but you will judge if the effect is right. Vote...comment please. Writers need encouragement – or constructive criticism. ***** Part 1."The innocent, unsuspecting prey..." I blame myself. It was my own fault; I shouldn't have bought that b...