In the medical world, it got called the Hormone-Oriented Sexual Transmutative Disease. The disease was transmittable through sexual activity and, as its symptoms and causes became more well-known, it got classified as an STD (Sexually Transmitted Disease) very quickly. Many people were fearful of the disease. They were never sure if they'd catch it, nor how...
It'd been about three months since Dennis Hunter could say that he didn't believe in the supernatural. He'd grown up in a fairly progressive household, and even then, the more laid back Christian teachings from his parents had never seemed to stick. Luckily for him, he'd avoided having any kind of edgy atheist phase during his high school years but he could...
Consider Dr. Tyrone Sheridan, a Boston-born and McGill-trained therapist living and working in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. He's the author of In Defense Of Black Male Bisexuality, a controversial book which nevertheless spent eight weeks on the New York Times best-sellers list in 2018. The successful author, father of two and therapist has now turned his fo...
Amy was giddy with excitement when her parents dropped her off at the Central University of North Texas. Everything was about to change for her. She'd been teased and bullied all through high-school for her appearance (she's barely five feet tall, skinny, flat-chested (but with big, sensitive nipples, and freckled) and for her general nerdiness—she read a lo...
A twisted tale of interchangeable tails. Comments are welcome. Mike was not your average guy. A little short but with hard muscles from his daily vigorous workouts that looked great in the wife beaters he wore at the gym. Mike was well liked at the gym, however most of the regulars thought him a bit of an odd duck. He stared at the other guys just a bit t...
I startled awake to the sound of thunder. Or, at least, what I thought was thunder. I sat up but there was no storm outside my window, the storm was in my bedroom, looking back at me, in the shape multiple shadowy figures in black clothes and green tinted goggles. I didn’t notice the shattered remains of my bedroom door or the handful of other figures in the...
Its Friday and I am finishing up on schoolwork before the week long break. It's raining out and there are very few people on campus, so it's nice and quiet. Around the 7th hour of studying and writing I finish for the night, my eyes a little weary and more than a little restless from sitting so long. It occurs to me that this would be a perfect time to hav...
As he stepped out of the airport shuttle and paid the driver, I could see clearly through his jeans that he was already hard. I double-checked my reflection in the window and hoped he couldn't see me through the mid-day glare. I was wearing boxers and a wifebeater... maybe I should have done something about the chest hairs peeking up above the neckline and o...
Author's Note: The story below includes language often considered "feminine" to refer to FTM genitalia. Enjoy. :) ------ "Can you see me?" I fumble with the laptop, accidentally closing the screen too far, and then too wide, rendering the camera useless. Finally, I think it's right -- the anonymous person on the other end agrees, lightning up the chat box...
Charlotte had always been embarrassed about her figure. She was short and skinny with narrow hips and small breasts. She hid her narrow hips and bottom with loose fitting pants and flowy skirts, enhanced her height with heels, and wore a padded bra under conservative sweaters. She had spent her whole life attempting to leave her family, who she viewed as cra...