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Body Hopper - Redemption

Body Hopper – Redemption

I borrowed the basis for this story from Mister A's "Body Hopper" stories on Fictionmania. While I enjoyed his writing in a way, the stories also angered me. How dare these hoppers abuse their victims like that? Can't they see the harm they are doing? Don't they care?

I felt it was time to write a story about one body hopper who developed a conscience, and tried to make the world a better place. I may write another tale, or maybe flesh out this story some more - time will tell. I hope you enjoy it - please feel free to post comments below.

A very special day

This has been a very special and important day for me. While my gf and I have discussed my interest in exploring the other side of the gender equation, not much has come of it. I finally confessed today that I was occasionally tired of being a guy. This led to an in depth conversation, and ended with us spending a few hours shopping for clothes for my "alter ego".

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Only kind of related to BC

There was a comic strip that (I believe) was advertised on the side column of BC a while back. It was about a space colony that wasn't paying any taxes to Earth. They sent a tax investigator there... etc, etc. Anyways - my computer crashed a little while ago, and I lost my bookmarks (amongst many other things).

Can anyone tell me the name of that comic?

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"The Stocking is on the Other Leg" - up for 'sale'

I was looking through some of my writing, and realized that there is no way that I am going to finish everything that I started. The Stocking is on the Other Leg particularily stands out, as I really don't have the life experience to do the theme justice.

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The Other Me - Part 6

From Part 5:

My shift flew by amazingly fast. I had just seated the last group of customers for the night when I heard the door chime. I walked back to the front of the restaurant. I saw a rather handsome man who looked rather familiar. He was very handsome, and well built, and had amazing steel blue eyes. I set my brain into search mode.

“Good evening. Welcome to the Oriental Gem. How may…” I broke off when I recognized him.

He was the father of the child I was now carrying.

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You Are Mine, My Pet - Part 1

Please note: This is an incomplete story. For anyone who read this and expected more chapters, I do apologize. I think it was too sexually oriented for me to maintain enough interest to finish it.
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And here is the start of another story. Please note that it has a slightly darker tone than my other writing, and a forced sex scene towards the end.

Comments, suggestions, and the like are welcome.

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The Other Me - Part 1

For readers of my past work, I should tell you that this is an incomplete story, as of this moment. I am working on other chapters, and will post them once I get the entire thing done.

Thank you for your patience, and I apologize if I left you hanging.

Thanks

O.K. Jan, 2012

I Don't Recall Volunteering - Part 7

Folks, I thank all of you who have had the patience to put up with my long intro. Finally, it looks like the story is going somewhere. Not far, but at least a few questions get answered.

As usual, feedback is appreciated.

I Don't Recall Volunteering - Part 6

I awoke with a start. It took me a few moments to get my bearings — I was back in my room. My brain felt a bit fuzzy; probably as a result of whatever the doctor injected me with. I rubbed the spot where the hypo had made contact. There was no soreness, nor any bumps on the skin.

I Don't Recall Volunteering - Part 5

“To summarize”, he began, as he continued his examination, “due to the war, there were just over one hundred and fifty thousand females who could reproduce. There were, however, over fifteen million men. It was a horrific ratio, to say the least; one that frequently led to fighting and violence amongst males.”

I Don't Recall Volunteering - Part 4

As we walked down the corridor, it became apparent to me that this building was not what I imagined it to be. My room, while not something found in a five star hotel, was fairly luxurious compared to the rest of the structure. It had the look of an abandoned warehouse; the kind you would see in the industrial area of just about any major American city. Curious sort that I was, I had to ask.

“Whereabouts are we, doc?”

“I’m going to withhold that information, Aleena. No sense in giving you any more data than you need.”

I Don't Recall Volunteering - Part 3

“All in good time?”, I repeated. “This is most definitely NOT a good time. Frankly, my dear doctor, your stalling is really getting on my nerves.”

“So I can tell, my dear...”, he began.

“And would you stop calling me ‘dear‘” I interrupted, “like I am some helpless... woman.” I fairly spat out the last word. “I am not a woman, and I am most certainly not helpless. Let me reword my previous questions in a format that you can hopefully understand: Why have you done this to me?” I actually managed to work some menace into those last seven words, letting him know that my patience was rapidly approaching its end.

I Don't Recall Volunteering - Part 2

Part 2:

Sorry, folks, but this is only a partial answer. More like a historical basis for what is yet to come. I figured I'd best write something, while the ideas were still fresh in my head, and while I had some free time.

Feedback is welcome, as always.

I Don't Recall Volunteering - Part 1

Just a heads up for anyone who wants to start reading this story - it is very much an incomplete work. I had gotten started on it, but just couldn't seem to wrap it up effectively. For all of you who have read what I have written, and were expecting some sort of completion, I sincerely apologize. Next time, I will finish the story before posting it.

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