Next he walked over to Keith. "You know, Keith, you're not a very big man, in fact your no taller than a lot of women. I've always been quite curious about why we have Hermaphrodites, and no other mixtures of three chromosomal types in the human race. Well, through my research I hope to correct that little problem. But I also need to see if we can convert a...
Walking from the elevator I reread the address that I was given last week. I found myself on a row of professional looking offices, and while I could not imagine where I had thought that this practitioner might work, the deep pile carpet of the corridor had a soothing effect on my nerves and spirits. It was a long corridor and at last I came to an oak door w...
The lights in the ceiling buzzed at a low frequency, just above the base hearing level, their white light washing out much of the color in the room. In the center of the room, on a muted metallic bed, lay a magnificent specimen of the female species, her proportions taking on the curves, that sense of over ripeness that ancient cultures used to worship in go...
Bright lights flickered on in the hallway as Oliver staggered down to the mess hall. The day cycle was partially effective. Oliver still struggled to sleep, but isolation from the normal rhythm of the sun ranked near the bottom of the reasons. He and his research team arrived at the facility two months earlier, ferreted away to the Arctic as part of the mili...
How did a drunken post lead to this? One minute you're drinking a glass of wine with your two best friends and a week later your stomach is in knots as you enter the Artists Studio. You look around but don't see any men - a relief. To see a bunch of men right now would have made you back out for sure. You spent the last few days wondering what type of guy wo...
Author's note: My apologies for the long delay since chapter eight. For new readers, I have included a "What has gone before " segment on my profile. For everyone who has voted: Thank you. Much like a previous chapter, this is mostly back history with some sex thrown in. I hope you enjoy. Also: any comments on the series is welcome. * * * * * The past ( ov...
I had just finished shaving and showering. Brenda, my girlfriend, was still asleep. Or, so I thought. I pulled on my underwear and a pair of jeans. When I left the bathroom to find a shirt and socks so I could go mow the lawn, I entered the bedroom and I heard her call out. "Doctor," she said in a soft voice. I went to the bedside. "Doctor, oh, thank God...
'Since when have you owned a kilt?' I asked, eyeing Ethan's choice of clothing. 'Not until recently,' he said, taking a sip of tea as he sat at our kitchen table. 'But I feel they're making a comeback. I'll be a trend setter.' I eyed him suspiciously. 'Is your family even Scottish?' He let out a low whistle. 'I'm sure if you go back far enough in my famil...
Author's Note: To put it simply, had Quest ch.9 been a movie, it would never have played at cinemas. The powers-that-be would have sent it direct to home video. Even then, it's chance od success would have been slim. To be honest, I goofed. A majority of the story is told through the Scientist's point of view through his voice logs. The shift in perspec...
Thea woke up inside a glass jar; the lid had holes punched in so she could breathe. The jar had recently been filled with jam as she woke up lying in the little cluster that was left. She was still completely naked apart from a piece of wire that had been carefully tied to her wrists behind her. She tried to pull against the wire to only find that only tight...