Miss Jessica

When Carl Met Lauren

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Does anyone remember a story called, I think, "When Carl Met Lauren?" I can't remember if it was here or on FM.

Turnabout, Part I

6:30 AM. The alarm buzzed. I slammed down the sleep button, with every intent of going back to sleep. Five minutes later, I had to go to the bathroom and got up to go. I turned on the light. I looked in the mirror. My wife looked back. I screamed.

“What’s wrong, Dan?” I heard myself say, from the bed.

Metamorphosis

One morning I awoke, and found myself a woman.

It all began at 6:30 AM on October 1, 2001. My alarm went off, and I went to hit the snooze button to catch a few more minutes of sleep.

"Damn," I thought as my arm hit the night stand, rather than the clock. "The clock's always in the same place. How did it move?"

Bridesmaid, Part 9

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Another BigCloset TopShelf story. The saga continues. I'm back from Paris, alone and unsure. I find hope. Is it real or false? I need help.

Bridesmaid, Part 8

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The saga continues. April in Paris. Romance in the air. Or not.
I know it's been a while, but I hope everyone likes this.

Bridesmaid, Part 7

That Wednesday, I came into Julia’s office with a huge grin on my face.

"So what’s going on?" she said, with a half smile. "You look happy."

Bridesmaid, Part 6

In the car home, I turned to Lisa, "What’s going on?"

She smiled. "What do you mean?"

"You know full well what I mean."

"Patience. Just have patience and all will turn out well."

Bridesmaid, Part 5

I left Julia feeling hollow and confused. Lisa had always been a good friend to me. I mean, I didn't think of her as a sexual being either. She was my best friend. It's not like she, Jim and I went out together. I saw Jim because he lived with her, and we all lived in the same building. I mean, Lisa was as comfortable with my sexuality as anyone.

Bridesmaid, Part 4

In what wins the “Bad Timing” award, my psychiatrist was on vacation for the first two weeks of my new adventure. I was completely lost. When I started this, I figured I’d dress when I saw Lisa and otherwise would stay me. Yet, I found myself getting lost. I’d forget my name when I spoke to clients. I’d spend twenty minutes in the morning trying to decide what to wear, and not because I was trying to decide which of my new outfits to wear. Rather, it was because I couldn’t decide who I was. I know a lot of people would love to be able to switch but, believe me, when you have to do it, it’s no picnic.

Bridesmaid, Part 3

“Jessica,” I said with a smile. “What do you think?” I said, twirling around.

“Wha...huh...what?” she stammered.

Bridesmaid

Bridesmaid

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Bridesmaid, Part 2

Lisa reached under the bed, and pulled out a shoe box. "Put these on," she said, handing me a pair of black 2 ½" pumps. I didn’t know they were pumps then, but have since learned more than I ever expected.

Bridesmaid by Miss Jessica

Bridesmaid

 

by Miss Jessica

"Ohmigod, it’s beautiful," I squealed, looking at Lisa’s hand, "And it’s huge! What is it, two and a half carats?"

"Two seven-five," said Lisa, "and look at the cut and clarity. Jim does good work."

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