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Strangers in the night

It was a brilliant moonlit night. The warm weather of the past few weeks had made the nights unbearable for sleeping.
One of those who couldn’t sleep was William(Bill) Clancy. That night he’d gone for a drive down to the coast in his car.

As he topped the crest of a hill, he saw the gleam of the sea ahead. He wasn’t there yet. There was a steep hill to negotiate first.

He carefully started down the hillside. He saw another pair of headlights on the other side of the valley. He judged that the car was heading his way.

A Model of Restraint

I am a model of restraint, I think. You couldn't tell it by looking at me, unless you measure the tensile strength of my corset strings, but you couldn't see that either. In the latest of my temporary jobs I have ended up in yet another machine shop, building yet another machine. With each of these jobs you meet a new group of men - not people, they're exclusively men.

Forgotten: Chapter 05

A week and a half later, I was still deeply bothered by Lacey’s revelation about my mind being sealed off. While I had gotten my mind reading somewhat under control, I still hadn’t gotten my emotions under control. And being stuck in this godforsaken tiny house didn’t help me. The old lady refused to let me leave the house. She herself didn’t even leave. Her neighbors brought her everything, or so she said. I never saw anybody enter the house and when I was allowed to walk into the backyard for fresh air, I never saw any neighbors.

Me and My Big Mouth

It has been brought to my attention more than once that I have a big mouth. I'm sure that you, my readers, have remarked on my talent for fearlessly offering opinion and advice from behind the safety of the printed page. Unlike talking, where my pontifications can be challenged by a loud "Oh yeah, that's what you say!", if someone out there wants to comment they have to take the time to compose their thoughts, put them on paper, find a stamp and mail the thing.

Betty's achievement.


Betty’s achievement.


This story is entirely a work of fiction. Any similarity with people past or living is purely coincidental and not intended. The story and its characters are the property of Monique S (aka Nowawoman) © 2015.

I am a hairdresser, I always wanted to be one. As a kid I already knew I wanted to be a hairdresser.

It was difficult for me as a boy. I was small and delicately built, other than my elder sister Ruth, who, at the age of thirteen, was strong and fully womanly developed already. I was ten and the boys in my new class in Camden soon started bullying and calling me Betty instead of Bertram, when a teacher once asked, what I wanted to become, and I said a hairdresser.

The Land of Black-and-White

I'm glad that in the twenty years since I wrote this things have changed appreciably.

Since you're reading this, I'll assume you have read at least one article where some learned person expounds on why men like to dress in skirts and such. You'll find reasons like "freeing the inner self", "expressing our femininity in a hostile world" or even " it just feels good." Somewhere in the list of the good things in being a TV will inevitably come a comment to the effect of "being able to wear a rainbow of colors instead of a gray flannel suit."

I wanna get pregnant

“I wanna get pregnant.” Breaking the silence as my boyfriend, Gerald drives me to my house. Tears start to well up behind my eyes.

Gerald pulls off to the right and stops the car.

We sit there in silence once again. I glance at Gerald and he has a stoic expression. I couldn’t hold the tears any longer and let the floodgates open.

“I-I’m s-so-so-sorry, I-I ju-just-” He cuts me off and pulls me into a deep kiss. A kiss so loving that it made the tears stop. His tongue makes his way with mine causing me to melt more.

Joining The Club

The year 1989 marks the 100th anniversary of the Brassiere, as it was first called, an item of apparel dear to the hearts of all transvestites. I find it hard to conceive of a time without the bra, so integral has it become to feminine fashion in our culture. It and the jockstrap are the only garments that have an anatomical function limited to one sex; all other clothing takes its gender from the culture. A male wearing a bra can only be doing so for the pleasure of it, as we all well know.

Sexual Tension II

Amy is a frustrated Lesbian who desires just one extra thing in her relationships. Her gay roommate, Tom, tries to help her out but things take an unexpected turn when a witch is involved. As before, Amy struggles with a new and powerful sexual tension.

A Girl for Halloween Part 11: Fear and/of Intimacy

At the pool party, Jacie learns some notable information about Michael's past from one of his friends. With the growing surrounding drama, how much longer can Jason keep up pretending to be a girl?

The Resolution



The Resolution
a sequel one year after
The Arrangement



by Andrea Lena DiMaggio


Come see, close your eyes
Come see, give me your sorrow
And I keep watch for you
Until the dawn is breaking through
Until the morning wakens you



Forgotten: Chapter 04

The old lady made it extremely clear the following morning that I would be traveling with her to Front Royal to have Thanksgiving dinner with her extended family. It would be the first time in a very long time that her entire family would be together for something, and the old lady thought it would be a good experience for me.

Christmas Wishes Granted

This little ditty came to me this morning. It is set in my A New Life universe, which is set in Dot's M.Y.T.H. universe. I didn't let it sit or edit it too heavily, so there are probably some errors.

"This is embarrassing!" Jimmy complained.

'Awwwww, come on! There are boy elves, too. Rudolph's best friend was a boy elf," Vicky replied.

End of Term

[At a School, somewhere two weeks before Christmas]

“Miss Featherstone, the Headmistress would like to see you in her Office?” said the Head’s secretary after she’d popped her head around my classroom door.

Sadly, my class of fifteen year olds were more interested in which ‘C List’ celebrity had either had a boob job or was … well, having it off with some other reality TV performer than 'Britain during the Industrial Revolution'. I refuse to call them stars. Most of them had as much talent as I had in my little finger.

An Accidental Meeting

Christmas.

I suppose it must be Christmas - my Facebook feed was filled with trees, Santas and such trappings, masses of frosted cookies, reindeer with red noses and Donald Trump in various compromising yuletide positions. As if we didn't get enough pictures of him all the rest of the year… (Could he really do that with eight not-so-tiny reindeer?)

The Shut-in Santa Doesn't Want To Work

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What happens when Santa doesn't want to work? Well, he has to. Who'd deliver the presents then?

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December 2017 Christmas Dreams Story Contest Entry


The Shut-in Santa Doesn't Want To Work
A story about a Santa who doesn't want to be a Santa.


By Shiina Ai

Dressing In Cold Weather

I am developing an acute case of envy for those of you who live in the sunny clime of California. Here in the Northeast the trees are turning colors and the frost is on the pumpkin. If it would only stay on the cussed pumpkin I wouldn't object, but it is also invading my apartment, and wardrobe drawer.

May You Never

[This is an oldie from late September 2010]

“Stay where you are love. I’ll call for an ambulance,” said the tall man

“Fuck off and leave me alone” replied the woman who was obviously injured.

“Nonsense. I can see that you need medical attention. That blow to the head needs some stitches.”

“What are you a fucking doctor or something? Get the hell out of here.”

He laughed.

“No. I’m a special constable. Just on my way to work.”

“Oh no. That’s all I need, a part time pig. I’m ok. I’ll be off in a minute.”

A Girl for Halloween Part 10: Pool Party

After a successful night masquerading as a girl, Michael invites Jacie out to another event: his pool party. Will she go? Will Jason be able to continue pretending to be Jacie in front of Michael...and others?

Forgotten: Chapter 03

“Name me one good reason why I would tell you anything?” I inquired.

“Well…” Reaching into her bag, the old lady pulled out something that was wrapped in tinfoil. “I’ve got a sandwich for you.”

I eyed the sandwich, my mouth watering. I hadn’t eaten for nearly twenty hours and I was really hungry. Scare the shit out of me, then give me food? Well… “Even if I don’t tell you anything, can I still have the sandwich?” A stupid question. A really, really stupid question.

Sister of my Heart

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December 2017 Christmas Dreams Story Contest Entry

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Sister of my Heart

I am most assuredly back Dear Reader!
As promised, the snow has begun to fall once more and so must the lamp-lighters and narrators apply their trade.

Welcome to hopefully the first of many 'Narrator Fellow's Christmas Omnibus's!


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December 2017 Christmas Dreams Story Contest Entry

 

Must Be Dreaming - 2 Someone New for Christmas


Must Be Dreaming 2
Someone New for Christmas



By Jessica C



The guys and women were back together having breakfast, this time near Chicago… They had been friends in high school or some longer; together for a weekend away from college or work. The guys were pumped up for another weekend of football and pub jumping… When Jennifer asked, “Josh would you like to come with us” …Jenn figured on Josh as Josey staying with the women that day…

Forgotten: Chapter 02

After my body slamming experience, I was transported to a hospital. It was obvious that the police officers didn’t notice the bruises and scarring on my arms and neck moments after I walked onto the farm due to their reaction when they went to cuff me. They raised my hands to cuff them, my sleeves fell down a bit and the rest was history. Instead of a trip directly to the local jail in a cop car, I got to make a pit-stop at the hospital in an ambulance. The bad part about this was that it gave Frank a seemingly endless supply of ideas about who I could be. And it wasn’t good.

Female Bonding Ritual

If you've ever left your own house in a dress you've probably encountered the classic dilemma: to go through the door with the stick figure with a triangle that is supposed to be a skirt or the door with the stick figure without that silly triangle. Have you ever stopped to consider that there is absolutely no way to tell if the stick figure without the skirt is wearing anything or simply the outline of a naked man, reduced to it's simplest skeleton?

Forgotten: Chapter 01

When I woke up in the field, all I knew of myself was that I was a girl and my hair had a pinkish tint to it. That was it. I awoke from what seemed a veil of nothingness, and when I was fully aware, I realized I had no idea who I was. I didn’t know my name, my age, or who my family was, if I even had family. Nothing. My mind was blank, well, mostly blank. I still seemed to remember things that one would learn in school. I thought of George Washington and how he was the first president, commander-in-chief of the Continental Army, basically everything about the guy.

What if? Part 6


News from the past:

So that night, settled comfortably in the arms of my love, I thought of Kassandra and went in search of her. It did not take long for me to find her, but what I found scared me thoroughly. She was alone and huddled on the ground, surrounded by dark threatening figures and a landscape of destruction around her. Within seconds I had drawn up to about ten feet in height and my wingspan must have been at least thirty feet. A low growl escaped my throat. One of the figures turned around, away from Kassandra and was visibly shocked by my appearance. I recognized Hera.

Dressing for Practicality

Sometimes I wonder if the entire world is crazy or if it's just me. For quite some time now I have been staying home unemployed while my wife goes off to work or school. Being unemployed is not the greatest thing in the world, but it has given me a great deal of time to be dressed, and therein lies the source of my bemusement. Tuesday to Thursday I get up after everyone has left, Ricky gets dressed and is alone until shortly before the school bus arrives in the afternoon. I am a solitary dresser, I'm not used to having anyone around when I wear a dress.

Shifter Sister - Part 1

Blanche is a bored shifter looking to indulge in her hobby for photography. Collin is on holiday in America when he is caught up in a make-over contest he was not supposed to be a part of. If beauty is skin deep, then how do you judge someone with scales?

Christmas Dreams

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CHRISTMAS DREAMS

(WISHING ON THE CHRISTMAS STAR)

When we are children, we often wish upon a star and hope our dreams come true. Do our dreams come true without any action from ourselves, or is it just a deep understanding that all will turn out as we wish?

A Discrete Public ID

We're a creative bunch, those of us males who like to wear women's clothes. I've never seen a bunch of folks so intent on inventing new words to describe every little nuance of just why they do this or wear that. My sisters seem to have an endless capacity to transform every Greek or Roman root for two into some new combination of syllables that exactly describes their motivation for putting on a dress.

You Sit Crazy

You Sit Crazy
By
Gwen Brown

This story is the transcription of a dream that I had early this morning. It is likely the product of a demented mind, or perhaps it was too much chocolate cake? Almost all of this is from that dream. No, seriously.

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