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TG Techie: Blog 93: Sorry About The Bacchanal

This site isn't really here for erotica, and I get that. There are some erotic stories but by and large the content (or at least the popular content) is rated PG-13 at worst.

I'm not really a PG-13 kind of person.

So if you're reading TG Techie and you like the plot part but not the sex part, I'm sorry for that last chapter that was exclusively a bacchanal, and in which no plot moved forward. That thing about drawing a bottle will come up again, but don't worry about it if you skipped the chapter.

TG Techie: Chapter 17: [XXX] Spin the Bottle

Spin the Bottle

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As the last one into the loft, I didn’t get a seat on the couch. Instead I found that someone on Tuesday had brought up a bunch of fluffy pillows, and a bright green inflatable chair. “That is never going to last,” I said, looking at it.

Big Davey laughed, “We alrealy had to patch it twice. It only cost twenty dollars though.”

“What are we playing?” I asked, eager to seem eager.

“Spin the bottle,” Bree said. “Wee David finished the app.”

TG Techie: Chapter 16: Eat Like a Boy

Eat Like a Boy

***TRIGGER WARNING: Eating Disorders***

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After a very confused night, I wasn’t sure Autumn would be at my door, and took my time getting breakfast. Then I heard Bruce honk outside, and had to grab my bag, figured I’d charge my phone somewhere, sometime, and rushed out the door.

I piled in the SUV and Autumn took off for the highway again. “It’s your turn to choose the music,” she said, hanging her cigarette hand out the window. “Something I’ve never heard before.”

TG Techie: Chapter 15: Bookstore

Bookstore

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At the auditorium, Autumn was holding her keys, and everyone was sitting around and waiting. I came up and said “Hey,” and everyone said “Hey,” and Bree gave me a hug, and I didn’t know why. They were waiting for me.

They were waiting for me.

“Sarah wants to go to Cornerstone,” Autumn told me. “Do you want to come or go home?”

“Oh, I can just take the train home, it’s not a problem.”

“Don’t be such a little bitch, come to the bookstore with us.”

TG Techie: Chapter 14: Secret Entrance

Secret Entrance

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Rachel on her knees. Sarah unbuckling a belt. What does Regular Dave’s dick taste like? What does Big Davey’s cock feel like?

Don’tmasturbatedon’tmasturbatedon’tmasturbate.

Seriously, What is Wrong With Me? (Vote on these boots!)

On a normal night I write between 1500 and 2500 words. But not last night. Last night, like the night before it, and the night before it, I only wrote 1,000 words.

And I know exactly why. It's because I'm an idiot and I can't stop getting in my own way.

See at this time, I'm twenty chapters ahead in TG Techie. I'm putting down that word count so that I can stay ahead. It means that I can stop the project to work on 11th Sun and still post this thing for like, three months. I need that space. Trying to grow a brand here, ya' know?

TG Techie: Chapter 13: Skirt

Skirt

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“Who’s going Aisling’s way?” Bree said.

I was sore all over. I had finished six platforms. Rachel sucked Regular Dave’s dick. We were walking out of the back parking lot, through the door under the stage. Night had fallen, and it was somewhere around not too late.

“Where does she live?” Sarah asked.

Did I just get a Cosmo?

Did I just reference a Cosmopolitan magazine in the scene I'm writing at this moment? Sure have.
Did I put down everything to google search the cover and make sure I described the issue for that month correctly? You betcha.
Did I go to the store to find that issue? Of course not. It's from several months ago, it's 3:30 AM here, and I'm at work.

TG Techie Blog 95: Rigging Joke Explanation

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Yeah, what was funny about that?

Rachel asked, “Hey Regular Dave, what’s the safety factor on a couch?”

“Sixteen,” he told her. Everyone laughed.

Safety is very very important in tech. You can screw around with the design, you can jury rig what you want, as long as it's safe. The fire in the Iroqouis killed over 600 people, you don't play with that.

TG Techie: Chapter 12: The Loft

The Loft

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Sometime around platform number three I stopped to rest, because everyone else had stopped to rest. I sat, legs splayed in front of me; arms, like a tripod, behind me. Autumn and Sarah were discussing the play we were doing, as if they had both read it. Because they had both read it. The discussion centered around the set design, and had nothing whatever to do with the rest of the play.

TG Techie: Chapter 11: Techie Now

1st Meeting

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Directly after Drama was Math, and I had some problems finding the classroom. I got no introduction this time, just sat down, and was pleased to learn that our section had been covered last year at my old school. This was going to be a breeze. No studying in for this.

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TG Techie: Chapter 9: Therapy

Therapy

“Do you believe me?” I asked Dr. Malmon. It was our fourth session together. I had just finished explaining Mr. Glome to him. I expected to hear the tired refrain, ‘I believe that you believe.’

“It’s hard not to,” The shrink said instead. “You gave me permission to consult with your doctors and other experts.” He paused and gave me a look, “I hope you’ll understand if I leave the extra dimensional aliens out of my consultations—but from what I’ve seen… your explanation is as likely as any other.

TG Techie: Chapter 8: School

School

My mom let me take some time to compose myself before she started the car. Again, she didn’t ask anything. I don’t know what she thought happened in there, but I don’t think it was as bad as what actually happened.

When the sniffles had stopped I asked her, “Where are we going next?” Trying to pretend that nothing had happened.

“Well I had a couple appointments scheduled, unless you want to just go home.”

TG Techie Blog 97: The Stage Tech Starts Soon, I Promise

Well if you're reading TG Techie, (and if you are, thank you. You should comment more though) for the techie stuff, I'm so sorry but it's still coming. Aisling as a character is almost defined enough to move into it. Just three more chapters, and the stuff starts on the fourth. So two weeks out.

TG Techie: Chapter 7: Staring

Staring

I woke to find my hands pressed in between my thighs. That should have been uncomfortable and wasn’t. It was comforting. I rolled over to go back to sleep and found that everything was wrong with my body.

Not that. That was still wrong, but I had woken up with some of the knowledge permeating my brain.

What was wrong was my breasts. One was half-in, half-out of it’s bra cup in one direction. The other was half-in, half-out at an opposing trajectory. One shoulder strap was on, the other was pinning my arm at my side.

TG Techie: Chapter 5: Target missing from the front page ?

This is odd. TG Techie: Chapter 5: Target isn't on the home page, despite the fact that the chapter posted seconds later (TG Techie: Chapter 5: [XXX 1] Exploration) is. Is this a system thing from posting the two of them side by side, or did one of them get lost somewhere?

TG Techie: Chapter 6: [XXX] Exploration

If you are here for the plot, please go back a chapter. Due to a clerical error on my part, it did not appear on the front page.
If you are here for the part where a TG girl masturbates for the first time, go wild.

Exploration

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I don’t have any idea what my vagina looks like.

Do all girls know that? Some of them? None of them?

TG Techie: Chapter 5: Target

Target

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Target

I kept my arms crossed on the way out of the hospital. I kept my arms crossed in the car. I kept my arms crossed on the way inside. If I had died right there, I would have kept my arms crossed all the way to the morgue.

As a boy, I hated going through the women’s section of Target. It was hard to do without imagining everything that was supposed to fill in the underwear on the halls, hangers, shelves, and hooks. I always made me feel dirty.

TG Techie, XXX rated content

Well I've been reading the audience here on Big Closet. The desire here seems to be for tamer content than on TGStories, or Fictionmania. That's cool and all, but I am writing porn here. And the parts of 11th Sun with XXX in the title are the most read.

I think what I'm gonna do here is post tomorrow with the trip to Target, and the bra fitting, because that's porn for a certain kind of person. Then I'll put up the next chapter immediately, instead of on Friday, which is the part where she masturbates for the first time, which is porn for another kind of person.

TG Techie: Chapter 4: Mom Arrives

Mom Arrives

I forgot what had happened to me when I woke the next day. I was snuggled in my bed, and reached down to adjust my balls, as you do in the morning.

When I touched soft lips instead, I figured they were hiding away, searched harder and hit something wet. That’s when it all came rushing back to me, and I really let out a sob. I curled deeper, and put my hand to my heart, felt breasts there. In an action I found foreign, feminine, and comforting, I tucked my arm between them, and felt sorry formyself.

TG Techie: Chapter 3: Alien

Alien

Joann stood as well and came over to my bedside, “You haven’t eaten for about a week, so I don’t know what the doctor wants to do, but it’ll be at least a day before you’re on real food again. Do you want me to get you a Popsicle?”

“That would be nice. Did anyone find my backpack?”

“It’s in one of the cupboards, would you like it?”

“Please?”

She went over to the cupboards on the wall and fished around until she had my backpack in her hands, and brought it over to my bed. “Do you want cherry or orange?”

“Cherry please.”

Schedule Changes? - Blog Entry 98

Here's the story.

I am ridiculously ahead here. Like five chapters ahead. That means that you won't see what I'm working on now for five weeks, and frankly the suspense is killing me.

So. I can change my update schedule to twice a week, and put chapters up on Tuesday and Friday mornings. And then you all can see them.

But.

I don't think I can keep up the pace of 4,000 words twice a week, once you all have caught up to where I am.

However.

I know that I can write 2,000 words in two days with very little problem.

So.

32 Hours

I went to work last night, and sat down to start writing. I worked for a half hour before I had to get up and do my "job." Indistinguishable from most other nights, other than that I had been awake for 25 hours at that time.

I wrote 1,600 words before it was 4 AM and I realized that I could ad-lib lyrics to Winter Wonderland on the fly. I remember some of them

There's a pit, it is burning
There's a spit, flesh's a turning
The smell burns the air
And singes your hair,
Whisping through a waking of the damned

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Ash is a quiet boy, unwilling to do what it takes to fit in. Then some weird ass science fiction accident donkey-punches his gender inside out.
Ash, now Aisling, decided to start a new life, at a new school, where she gets pulled into the world of hardcore technical theater, and the weirdos who do it.


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TG Techie: Chapter 2: Waking Up

Waking Up

I woke up, opened my eyes, and closed them again because it hurt to keep them open. Not that tired-eyes-hurt, but just like they couldn’t focus. I took stock of my surroundings eyes shut.

The first thing I noticed was that my mouth tasted like shit. So bad it had pulled me awake.

TG Techie: Chapter 1: Death

Death

I changed my books from locker to backpack. Put the textbooks I didn’t need into the little metal space, put the books I wanted into my pack. Grabbed the earbuds that would be confiscated if seen in class. School policy.

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Ash is a quiet boy, more interested in books than people. Then an alien accident wrecks his gender lobe. So it goes.

Ash, now Aisling, tries a new school, and a new beginning, and gets pulled into the beautiful and hardcore world of technical theater.

We're starting off slow here, and then things are going to get real weird. The techies are serious about the way they unwind during show week, and an orgy is a great way to relax.

Something Techie Something

Well the 2nd draft of 11th Sun is done so... NEW PROJECT.

I've been looking for something around her for awhile, and haven't found it. So I'm writing it. It's gonna get weird, but not unually of weird. Just like, normal weird. Maybe a little weirder than that.

Unfortunately I haven't found the voice yet. I usually write noir, that's sort of been an accident. And I usually put a lot of comedy in, that's mostly on purpose. Comedy is how I keep my thinking sharp. There's some of that. Maybe there will be more later?

11th Sun: Chapter 29: Solace

“Do you feel guilty?” Dr. Jordan is having a fruit smoothy for her breakfast. I’m dinning on ashes and cold pizza.

“No.” Of all the feeling I feel, guilt is not one.

“Why not?”

I know she’s trying to be helpful so I do my best to explain, “If it was another gun runner Tinoct would have been in the same place, doing the same things.” Getting the same shot. “I don’t supply people who have the odds with them, or I wouldn’t have a job. He was a revolutionary. Not the first to die, not the last, not even the middle.”

“Could you have saved him?”

On Waking Up in the Hospital

I had a recent talk with a long-time friend who is an RN at a hospital in my home town. She told me all of the proper hospital procedures that would be followed in the common trope: boy wakes up in hospital a girl

Among them:
-A person who has been "unconscious" for longer than an hour is not "unconscious" they are comatose. Not, "You were knocked out for two days" but, "You've been in a coma for two days."

11th Sun: Chapter 28: Firefight

It’s been 36 hours. The hold is nearly empty, and the flood lights are back on for the second time. I know Tinoct has slept, and I went down for around six hours early this morning. I don’t think Hakho or Chinta has slept.

We’re ahead of schedule. The last of six convoys is here. The last truck is getting loaded. There are too many people to work on the last stack without getting in the way, so Hakho is supervising the last team.

I have a Mr. Coffee plugged in in the control bay, and I’m pouring myself a cup when Chinta comes over and rubs my shoulders a little bit.

Do you like drugs in your fiction?

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So 11th Sun is about 90% of the way through its second draft. At that point posting here will go on hiatus for a couple of months. During that time I will be taking a break from thinking about it (month one) then working on the second draft (many more months) and sometime around there I'll start posting again.

During month one, with nothing to do, I'll be writing somethings else. I've been on a high school kick lately and I haven't found quite what I'm looking for, so I'm going to write it.

"Be the change you want to see in the world." -quoting Ghandi to my brother

11th Sun: Chapter 27: The Convoy

I bolt upright in bed to the sound of the red alert klaxon. I guess the question of what I can face will have to wait because there’s an emergency somewhere on my ship.

Chinta is several steps away from awake as I rush out the door to find Tinoct. He’s standing in the corridor next to an emergency panel, and he manages to look a little sheepish. “I didn’t know the best way to wake you.”

“Coming to wake me up would be a step above this.” I put in the captain’s code to shut it off, “What’s going on?”

“The police are on their way to shut down the festival.”

11th Sun: Chapter 26: [XXX] Massage

I get a text when I step outside. It’s a selfie of Chinta, posing in front of a statue made of diapers. I think that means I should meet her near the statue made of diapers.

I look around for a statue made of diapers, then put my phone into the face of the nearest passerby. She nods like she’s seen it, and adds an expression like she’s seen everything. She’s young. It’s cute.

I give her the closest I can get to a “where is it?” expression, and she points further into the maze. I don’t even try, just set out in that general direction.

11th Sun: Chapter 25: On the Rock

“This is Big Bertha,” I tell the aliens, “And she is a beautiful lady.”

We get inside and I give a small tour. There are jump seats outside the flight deck and I show them how to strap in. Urban and sophisticated Tinoct has never flown before, and an ancient freight hauler, loosely bolted together, is a great way to have a first experience. Then I tell them to hang out in the rec room while I run checks. I’ve had to turn off everything at the port, but we aren’t leaving gravity so it’ll only take an hour.

11th Sun: Chapter 24: [XXX] Boiler Room

Dinner is yucca again. I’m feeling things about seeing Sacti, but she isn’t there. I’m worried, but this is a hotel so I put it out of my mind.

This time Chinta comes back to the room with me. I smell the sex in the room, which leads me to the thought that I desperately want a shower. I shed my cultural costume with a little bit of no idea what I’m doing.

Chinta immediately fastens onto one of my nipples, and murmurs, “I’ve been waiting so long to get you out of that,” as I cradle her head. We end up tangled in bed together.

11th Sun: Chapter 23: Lunch

I doze off for around two hours. After the day I’ve had, and the sex I’ve had, I deserve it. I’ve literally been fucked comatose.

When I come to I manage to take stock of the room. I was paying attention to other things earlier.

The decor…

11th Sun: Chapter 22: [XXX] Alien Sex

This makes sense, I think to myself. Whatever is happening here makes sense. She pins my wrists against the wall at shoulder height. Why not let her…

But my surprise keeps me from kissing her back immediately.

She pulls back. “I’m so sorry! I was just… it felt like… ” She’s blushing a pretty blue color.

I don’t feel like going from make out mode to embarrassment, so I stretch out my neck for another kiss. Chinta makes a little growl, and slams back into me.

11th Sun Book Cover

Taking a break from the comic book to work on the book cover. It's the scene on Logan's Fun where 11 is getting off the elevator and seeing the inside of the station for the fist time. From the worm eye you can see her in her dress, as she looks at the atrium in the station for the first time.

I'm going for a juxtaposition between the mundane (girl in sun dress) and the fantastic (space station). Should look pretty fucking cool.

11th Sun: Chapter 21: Contact

I’m in the sun waiting for the train for about 15 minutes before the 5.0 show up. I see them from the top of the stairs. They aren’t wearing a uniform I recognize, but their body language says “cop” in every dialect. I make a quick calculus and decide that a night in the cells might make me conspicuous to the authorities, and decide to be somewhere else.

The area is a nice and egalitarian, there are stairs and platforms and walkways everywhere. Lots of places for the only human in a hundred miles to stay out of view.

11th Sun: Chapter 20: Landing

Big Bertha hits the atmosphere like a ton of bricks. That’s not my fault, I’m a good pilot, but the atmosphere control isn’t broadcasting in a format Bertha can recognize, so I had to guess. The guess took an hour to make, but flight control had me cooling my heels for six while they got their shit together. My credentials are forged, so that doesn’t help. I’ve seen three gorgeous sunrises to make up for it.

I must be a good guesser because I don’t bounce off the atmosphere and die.

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