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Mother's wish

 
Mother's wish
Story of ordinary sacrifice

 

Since his childhood Al was different, not like other boys, and constantly surrounded by the bunch of girls he didn’t fancy them but rather preferred to be one of them. Now as FBI agent Al had an emergency wish in his pocket, though it was for emergency and not for desire of whole life.

New Walter's Life

Why the ranger was addressing me “hon” and “miss”? According to my survival rule I didn’t question a person in the uniform no matter how much I wanted to know what was so girly in my appearance. When I left my home yesterday I looked like someone in between of Robert Englund and Dolph Lundgren, sixty-seven years old and hair in a regular cut. I was never in my life mistaken for a female.

That big erotic banner

I've visited nifty.org recently and they have the same, or rather the same breastforms site banner as on bcts with one essential difference - you and everyone who looks at your monitor see the banner as below:

hifty_org banner

if you are interested you move the mouse over it and then you see this:

banner hover

Is it very complicated to have the same banner on BCTS site?

Snow morels

Roger working in the gardenSnow Morels

I spent a lot of time in our small garden where we had few beds with various veggies. I was weeding carrots when my sis came home with her friends.

“Invite your sis to join us,” new neighbour girl asked my sis.

“But…” Lisa started to say something but trailed off.

I was stunned and confused. I wanted to join them but was afraid of a misunderstanding.

“What about that ‘sis’ business?” I asked sis later, “why didn’t you correct our neighbour?”

“Have you seen yourself in the mirror recently?” she asked instead.

Memories (are made of this)

There are key moments in everyone’s life that determine their future. They lie in one’s memory and emerge when other major events occur and this way they influence forthcoming life. Sometimes they seem negligible and are ignored by others while others that seem to be significant are just a consequences of a series of decisions made years ago. Those are not pleasant or sweet in most cases though they force me to go back and relive them again and again. Thus I can write only ‘bout my memories ‘cause only I and nobody else can know what moments are really key moments.

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