Dear readers, tis I, your ever so humble omniscient narrator, with the latest news and events in the life of the girl with something extra. ~ It was the first holiday season Daisy was spending alone. Her parents had decided to take a Christmas cruise. The new friends who'd recently come into her life since she'd become a post-op transgender woman, weren'...
Last weekend my wife and I went out to a supper organized by some friends in a local restaurant. It was to raise funds for a charity they are involved with and our friends took over the restaurant and filled it with people they know. We arrived later than most of the others and were invited to sit at a table already occupied by a couple. We introduced oursel...
I never even liked Brian Thomas Salabis, never liked him from the time his family moved to Pill Hill, a 1950s suburban development, so called because of the many doctors who lived there. He was all of six years old then, a mouthy, sometimes obnoxious kid with a penchant for mischief. I feared for my son Daniel, feared that Brian would be a bad influence. Tho...
Glen decided that John was becoming an old prude. Lelani told him that her massage girls were unable to accept his request to go to his hotel room. She winked when she told that she could arrange for him to meet what she called local widows who were in need of extra money. "You should set yourself up with a place," He kissed her and slipped her some money to...
Jane waited patiently at the café table, outside again in the breeze, her sunbrown shoulders relaxed for once. The wind flipped her dress up past her panties, and she was sure to be slow to smooth it back, her hands shaking with excitement as she anticipated Kylie. Her pillow friend from college had helped her through some dry spells, Kylie's talent with her...
Writers Note: I had written the first three chapters of our story a while ago but it took some time for me to convince Kelli, who is a very private person except to a few, to let me put it on here. I had planned on ending the story after the last chapter but there has been a lot of things happening in our lives over the last year and since Kelli has had a lo...
Originally this was three separate parts. I've put them together and am hoping to continue writing this story so that I can bring it to a satisfactory conclusion in the coming weeks. Thanks for your time and support. Also, and this is so embarrassing, I've literally never given the narrator a name. Let that haunt you as you read. Because it continues to ha...
And so "the change" as we started calling it, became a daily topic. It wasn't a question of if I would go through with it, but when. Peter arranged a consultation with a psychiatrist and I started on a course of hormones. These had the effect of making me lose some body hair and putting on a little weight. I also found that I wasn't as strong as before. I s...
Freya Reynalda Idyl-Gliese was a survivor of several close calls. She was born in the United States, the daughter of two foreigners (to the US as well as each other's home country). Her father was Scandinavian and her mother was a mix of mostly south and Central American tribes who were there millennia before Cortez and Columbus and a small percentage Hispan...
Well, I can't believe it's just been over a year since I last posted! Apologies to all for my absence. I do have a few stories in the works; one of them is in the same lines as MOTL - but longer, and then I have a few shorter stories as well. Would love to hear (well read) feedback. As always, any characters depicted here in any sexual acts are over the age...