Dear readers: This one just felt right. I'd been kicking around the idea of a man so determined and so in love with his girlfriend that he'd pretend to be a girl to get close to her and find out what she likes and wants. This is Maurice. He knows its ethically questionable, but he loves Shannon so much that he wants to get everything right so perfectly that Shannon is never disappointed or wishing for anything more.
This takes place in the same continuity as the UA, but as you will see later on, but be at least twenty years later. My guess is the 2060s. This also takes place at the very end of the story. It seemed the best place to start.

The School Room
by Koalas
Chapter 3 - Rescue

What really is happening to all of those missing kids you see on milk cartons? I have no idea either, but it makes the excuse for a story.

Julian

Sometimes a name is all you need, and sometimes its the wrong name

THIS IS GREAT... took a lot of work to put together!!! You think English is easy???
Read to the end . . . a new twist!

1) The bandage was wound around the wound .

2) The farm was used to produce produce .

3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse .

4) We must polish the Polish furniture.

5) He could lead if he would get the lead out.

6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert ..

7) Since there is no time like the present , he thought it was time to present the present .

I'm leaving tomorrow....I want to be a part of it, New York, New York....Ever notice how great Sinatra's phrasing was? Oopsies, sorry, wrong topic. I go into the Big Apple tomorrow for a consult with my neurologist for the first time in nine months. New symptoms accompanying old but more intense ones may hopefully mean just an adjustment in medication.

Another person recently inquired about a Space Opera story they were looking for. This brought to my mind Marina's story The Last Frontier over on Sapphire's. She seems to have left a large portion of her later works unfinished, and I just wondered if anyone ever hears from her, or knows of her, or maybe if something happened to her. She authored quite a few really good stories then just faded.

Well, that's Sissy farm 4 & 5 posted, Readers will note that Michelle is essentially a voluntary sissy.
I wonder if the attilery barrage approach will attract more comment like posting mre stories than commentators can handle in a day.
Ho-hum interesting tactic.

Enjoy,
Beverly.

Well, I went to work at Midnight Friday for the Sat shift, and the boss informed me the company had hired two new peple to work with us. We had been working 12 hour shifts on the weekends for coverage without driving people into overtime stats, and we were getting along just fine. Then the company decided (the lady in charge of the area office) that she didn't like the 12 hour shifts, and she hired a thrid body and cut us to 8 hours. That meant myself and the other guy were only getting 16 hours a week....not enough for either of us.

“Lara, I don’t see any shorts?” Lara looked at me like I was stupid.

“Sure ya can. You’re wearing one now. Duh?”

Well, today is the 9th of May and Sunday at that. More importantly today is Mothers day.
I don't know who celebrates this and who doesn't and I don't want to offend anyone.
There's a lot of really great gals out here who deserve the mothers day love and respect even if they were once counted amongst the guys. There's a lot of you girls who in my opinion are great Moms, Mums, and both to be if fate is kind. Some of you are even that to others here.
Much Respect.
This one's for you sweet ladies.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!

*Hugs*

Bailey

Maddy Bell posted her update as usual with a new chapter from Book 7 on Wednesday, along with the following statement.... "On the writing front I'm suffering not so much from writers block but rather from lethargy! I have started more Jamie but I really need to get to grips with some Nena and Gaby but I must admit that there seems little interest out there in reader land for me to continue with either, maybe they have run their course?

Sex-Linked Anatomical Influences On Locomotion

or, Why Men And Women Walk Different

That men and women walk differently has been the subject of much amusement in popular culture. But, from watching how men and women interact on the streets in cities, it's also apparent that something as simple as walking is likely part of the mating ritual, whether by sending signals in consciously or unconsciously displaying ourselves, or in appreciating the assets on display. As such, it's fair to assume that there are large amounts of peer pressure and social conformity at work.

Anyone who's read my first posted non-fiction story, the one of my first public outing "dressed," will remember the comedy I encountered in my own body, suddenly unable to walk on the sidewalk in heels, despite the fact that I was able to spend hours in my own home moving easily around. My "muscle memory" kicked in, sending me lurching around like a broken robot. It was kind of a wake-up call that got me to thinking about the differences in how men and women walk.

Hi all,

After 24 years and 11 months I am now divorced. Surprisingly for the first time in 50 years I am alone (not an island, but rather by myself) for the first time ever. I am blessed with friends and family (biological and those I have invited or been invited into that special place), and have the luxury of time to continue rebuilding my life.

Seems others are interested in putting pictures in their stories, too, but are having a bit of a problem figuring it out.

So, even though Erin and Sephy have covered it in better detail somewhere in the site already, again, here's how to insert pics in your stories, this time ala-bobbie-cabot. (I am actually pasting a portion of a message I sent to a friend earlier - hope that's all right, 'K'?)

School of Hard Knocks 101, Lesson 1 - Putting pictures in your stories
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Well. Just finished reading Skin Horse, from the beginning to the very latest panel, and all in one sitting, too. Can't believe I did that.

Well, what can I say. Seems I gots a new fav'rite comic!

How can you go wrong with a crossdressing psychologist that got turned into a werewolf, a warfreak zombie who chomps on brains, a talking dog named Sweetheart, a wind-up mechanical receptionist, a self-aware swarm of bees, a helicopter with a human brain implanted in it and so many others.

Plus a Doonesbury-esque sense of story and humor.

Hi all,

I sent Brandy an email and it was returned with the infamous "person does not exist" response. So ... does anyone know where Brandy DeWinter is now? I would love to send her an email.

Kendra

I get the following error when I send my email to Brandy:

This is an automatically generated Delivery Status Notification

Delivery to the following recipient failed permanently:

Brandy_dew@hotmail.com

Technical details of permanent failure:

I'm thinking about deleting "Hell Yeah it Hurts" I don't have the time to finish it now or in the foreseeable future.I don't like starting to read a story to find it unfinished myself.On the plus side it is near and dear to my heart so I would like to eventually finish it and repost it.I'm in college now working my way through English Comp 1 this semester and Comp2 next one.So when I finally get back to work on it there should be a vast improvement in how its written.I would like to thank to all who've read and left comments on it my apologys for leaving you without an ending and your feedba

Who in their right mind would have thought that I'd still be scribbling away at Cathy's trials and tribulations, two years after writing what was going to be a blog about getting soaked to the skin wh

Day One

    Desolate but breathtaking, that’s how Charlie Dawson always described the Alaskan tundra. After completing his residency in General Medicine, he had fled joyously back to the land of his youth. Others had twisted and fought like salmon at the end of a hook only to be slowly reeled back into the bosom of the state that had covered the huge loans incurred by eight or more years of study and training. For some reason, the State of Alaska expected them to practice in the “Land of the Midnight Sun” or immediately reimburse the state for its costs—with interest and stiff penalties.

Apropos of nothing, or maybe of the upcoming Transgender Day of Remembrance, I tripped over this today, and it speaks to me:

I never knew that the funny, irreverent Margaret Cho had her own online blog, but I'll be watching it from now on!

Here, she laces into homophobes who claim "Christian values" as the basis of their hatred and "righteous intolerance":

Easy As Falling In A Like.
by Angharad
part: 360.

After my shower, I felt a little better tempered. It still rankled me that spurious accusations are taken so seriously, just my luck to call the cops 'cos someone is trying to kill me, and I get an ansafone because they're all out chasing wild geese! .

First part of the Orpheus Hall universe

Reaffirmation

A story by Allie Elle (from the word smith of a hot latte and lots of cuddles)

Outline:

Has anyone had an element of their fiction make an unexpected connection with real events?

In 'Midnight Angels' Jess paints a white rose on the tail of her aeroplane... officially it would have been red but she is from Yorkshire and a red rose would never do. When it's copied to the other aircraft it makes the squadron very easy to recognise and earns them a nickname.

More problems for Cathy.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & Bonzi.
part 93.