Chapter 20

I was up before the sun had risen; I silently brushed my teeth using the light that was from glowing coals in the fireplace. After spitting outside, I carried two logs to the hearth, and placed them in, banking the red embers around them. I quietly stood and paused at her door, looking in, gazing upon the woman I treasured. Samantha was asleep, her golden hair fanned around her face like the warm rays of the sun. I caught my breath; her look was so serene and peaceful. It was all I could do to not approach her slumbering form and smother her with kisses. It was best that I left and busied myself with chores.

Chapter 8

"No kidding? You saw him naked?" I whistled, "What did you do?"

Sam glared at me, "I did just what anyone would have done..."

*I screamed in surprise, as he realized that we were facing each other. He spun quickly, placing his chiseled backside toward me. I felt my heart race, as my eyes drank in the vision I had been so afraid to witness!

He quickly dashed behind the steps, "Damn, Samantha! I didn't mean for that to happen!" He hid himself behind a small chest of drawers, "It ain't like I planned that! I just forgot!"

A 'Mail Order Bride' company agrees pay a young ladies entire expenses if she will marry single men out west. With the help of a brothel owner, a young boy allows himself to be disguised as a woman and soon finds himself heading west on a train. His only intention is to escape the city, however, the boy in costume, meets up with a kindly old woman who exposes him unwittingly to the linking spell. A VERY slow transformation.

Chapter 24

I felt helpless at my situation, alone in the prairie with an adult man who thought I was his wife. I knew that once he discovered my true identity, he most likely would strangle me with his bare hands and bury me in a shallow unmarked grave. I leaned against the pine wall and cried, my tears falling against the swell caused by the corset. I looked back up to the loft, still able to hear Joshua and Cap talking about what would be expected of him, now that he was 'our' son.

A 'Mail Order Bride' company agrees pay a young ladies entire expenses if she will marry single men out west. With the help of a brothel owner, a young boy allows himself to be disguised as a woman and soon finds himself heading west on a train. His only intention is to escape the city, however, the boy in costume, meets up with a kindly old woman who exposes him unwittingly to the linking spell. A VERY slow transformation.

Chapter 20

I heard one of the horses whinny, slowly my eyes opened. There was a dark hue to the sky but off to the east it was lighter and slightly orange. I was comfortable and not ready to get up from my warm bedding, I snuggled my head deeper into my soft pillow. I reached low to scratch my inner thigh, I was met by a hand not my own. I felt the warmth of it as it rested dangerously close to the ‘v’ of my crotch. Quickly glancing up, I looked into the peaceful face of Joshua, he was sleeping, and his eyes closed in pleasant slumber.

A 'Mail Order Bride' company agrees pay a young ladies entire expenses if she will marry single men out west. With the help of a brothel owner, a young boy allows himself to be disguised as a woman and soon finds himself heading west on a train. His only intention is to escape the city, however, the boy in costume, meets up with a kindly old woman who exposes him unwittingly to the linking spell. A VERY slow transformation.

Chapter 16

Behind us drifted away the lights from the city, before us only darkness and the dim light of the passenger car. Cap and I both sat quietly until he slowly began to nod off again. I decided to take advantage the moment and gathered myself up to made my way back to the little closet privy. Gently moving the long skirt I wore aside, I slowly pulled the door closed behind me.

Under the great volumes of material hid the boy that set out on this odd journey, and it seemed so long ago since I actually had chance to wear 'normal' clothes, and I longed to be in them once again. I sat quietly upon the little stool; the tracks speeding by quickly below with a speed that caused a slight puff of cool air from the outside. It felt good to be able to relieve myself, even for the unfortunate way which I couldn't control my stream and still hold back the entire mountain of feminine finery around my waist and below.

[ Note: contains scenes involving the aftermath of violence. If that sort of thing is at all triggering for you, do please move along. ]

I felt like I was on fire when I woke up.

In my head, I flung back the sweat-damp duvet and pivoted up and sideways on one hip. In reality, I managed to push myself half-upright before discovering I couldn't even lean against the bed properly and so slithered gracelessly to the floor. My legs didn't want to work the way I expected and I had a weapons-grade headache. That was when I remembered the stabbing pain in my leg while at the metro station the day before. I twisted round as best I could and found what looked like a serious insect bite.

Spiked.

It was the sort of thing that happened to other people - usually in the more excitable media.

A 'Mail Order Bride' company agrees pay a young ladies entire expenses if she will marry single men out west. With the help of a brothel owner, a young boy allows himself to be disguised as a woman and soon finds himself heading west on a train. His only intention is to escape the city, however, the boy in costume, meets up with a kindly old woman who exposes him unwittingly to the linking spell. A VERY slow transformation.

Chapter 13

We watched as hundreds of people disembarked from the passenger cars. I had pulled Cap close under our watchful supervision. I saw a man look out of the ticket office window, step outside his office and slowly walk toward us, "Ma'am, is this the boy from the orphanage in Indiana?" I nodded and turned to face him. "They have him on the Northbound and that isn't right." He held up a clipboard, showing me each of the train's destinations. "See here, this train is heading north toward Madison and Green Bay." He jerked his thumb back over his shoulder, indicating the train near the platform. "The one that you are on is going northwest, toward Eau Claire and Menomonee. That northwestern train is the one he should be on as well, and it was scheduled to arrive at 5:00 p.m."

"What time will it be in now?" I asked softly.

"Well...It'll be 6:00 by the time this Northbound train pulls out. They're all running a bit behind today." He stood and tucked his clipboard under his arm. He was stalling. "I'm really sorry for the wait, ma'am."

A 'Mail Order Bride' company agrees pay a young ladies entire expenses if she will marry single men out west. With the help of a brothel owner, a young boy allows himself to be disguised as a woman and soon finds himself heading west on a train. His only intention is to escape the city, however, the boy in costume, meets up with a kindly old woman who exposes him unwittingly to the linking spell. A VERY slow transformation.

Chapter 10

A sudden jar jolted the car that we were in, causing me to awaken. The sun was lighting up the early sky in pinks, oranges, and yellows. I looked over to the woman questioningly. "We’re in South Bend, Indiana." I nodded slowly. She handed me a huge apple, I was going to buy this for you but they said that since we were minding the boy, they would treat us." She passed another to me for the boy, so I sat up and pulled at the sides of my blouse, trying to free up the tightness I was feeling in my chest. "Is your corset riding up?"

A 'Mail Order Bride' company agrees pay a young ladies entire expenses if she will marry single men out west. With the help of a brothel owner, a young boy allows himself to be disguised as a woman and soon finds himself heading west on a train. His only intention is to escape the city, however, the boy in costume, meets up with a kindly old woman who exposes him unwittingly to the linking spell. A VERY slow transformation.

Chapter 6

I took in the passenger car; it had highly polished wood with red velvet, wide seats that probably would have seated three comfortably, however, I only noticed at most, two to a seat. Here and there, brass hand rails were sparkling and reflecting a distorted image of anyone that moved past. I sat alone in my seat; the small bag that I had carried was in a little compartment at the base of my seat. A man came by and took my ticket, my heart began pumped wildly, I could swear the older woman who was seated facing me could hear it as it beat.

For almost twenty minutes I sat staring out the window as the countryside blurred past, the gentle rocking and rhythm of the rails, lulling my mood. I felt it was safe to loosen the tie of the bonnet and carefully allowed it to roll back where it still could rest upon my shoulders, without actually being tied. I fingered the string and let it hang down my back as I saw how several other women were wearing their bonnets. Across from me sat the elderly woman, she had sharp, yet kindly eyes.

A 'Mail Order Bride' company agrees pay a young ladies entire expenses if she will marry single men out west. With the help of a brothel owner, a young boy allows himself to be disguised as a woman and soon finds himself heading west on a train. His only intention is to escape the city, however, the boy in costume, meets up with a kindly old woman who exposes him unwittingly to the linking spell. A VERY slow transformation.

Chapter 1

I caught the paper as it blew across the dusty cobble stone street, and quickly tucking it inside my shirt, I ran and hid under the porch of the busy hotel. Slowly, I unfolded the torn newspaper and began to read. Right away I noticed a big gaudy ad that said, "BRIDES WANTED." Below it was a smaller sub-head in bold stating, "Homesteaders out west needing healthy women of child-bearing age!" I laughed and quietly turned the page. "If only it were that easy," I mumbled to myself.

Absinthe, Honor and Opium…Chapters 23&24

Chapter 23

I take my drink upstairs with me sipping on the hard yet smooth scotch. I’m not that well versed in alcohols of any kind but I’m getting there. I’d actually love to know good stuff from bad even as far as maybe cigars and stuff like that too. Not that I’d smoke them, heck I don’t really smoke anything besides really smelly and not good for you. But I’d like to know it in case of conversations or to know what to buy as gifts

It’s be a nice skill set to have.

Absinthe Opium and Honor… Chapter’s 19 & 20

Chapter 19

It’s been awhile since things have gotten started with me on the hormones. I’ve actually slipped into this new state of things. I’ve been dating a little bit mostly Rick who seems to have a serious thing for me lately and I still haven’t been with yet and Tommy once in awhile but he’s been seeing other people too.

"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of the imagination. Next stop: THE TWILIGHT ZONE."

- Rod Serling

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Somewhere within the darkened hallways of the Steward Manor, lurks an entity seeking to claim his lost love, a love which can only be found by entering through a doorway into...The Twilight Zone!

Don’t Blame Me I’m A Martian-11

Chapter 11

I’m standing there stunned at the sudden rush of the girls laughing and squeeing and running all over the place. Hillary’s laughing a bit too. But she’s pointing at various girls and shouting out orders.

“Bring all your clothes even the good stuff and the stuff that you’re not using that might fit Dylan!”

“Hill.”

“You three get all the different make-up stuff we have and bathroom stuff!”

“Hill.”

“You two junk food!”

“Hiillll.”

“You two Movies!”

“Yo, Earth to Hill.”

“Deidre, mud masks and cucumbers!”

“Hillary!”

Killer Queen: Those Wacky Nazis
A Dark Realms Universe Story
By Dr. Bender

In 1944, Corporal Lance Valantine returns home to Ravencrest a wounded hero after years of spying on the Nazis for the Military Intelligence Service. In 2011, a striking vampire college student calling herself Suzanne, Party Queen of the campus, is hell bent on making tonight a night to remember... or perhaps a night some would wish to forget forever.

What could they possibly have in common?

Absinthe, Opium and Honor… Chapters 17 & 18.

Chapter 17.

The girls and I go through classes together having such a good time. There’s a lot of just girl talk about hair and make-up, clothes and I’m actually able to hold my own. But as much as I can relate and hold my own there’s this great feeling of getting immersed in the world of girl in a way outside of the things Sasha was teaching me.

Oh and they really enjoyed the coffee’s that Tommy bought us.

In a world where sometimes it seems like every day is Halloween, James Samson has but one concern. He needs a job. An announcement over the radio answers his prayers for a better life but what strings come attached to this opportunity of a lifetime?

Absinthe, Opium and Honor…Chapters 15 & 16.

Chapter 15

It was all very surreal and Déjà-vu as I led a shaking and scared and miserable Danny upstairs into my loft. I made some hot chocolate and looked at him as I stirred it. “Danny?”

“Yes…” his voice was really meek sounding.

“Why? Why me?”

“I dunno? Scared I guess of what’s going on in my head. But not just that, it’s not being able to get you out of my mind.”