Since the divorce things have changed. Sis and Mom work more, and the house isn’t as tidy. Mom is more stressed. She complains about money all the time, and my good-for-nothing father. Some changes have been for the better. Mom and I haven’t received a thrashing; her for being a whore, and me for being a dumb ass. I was growing my hair long.

My heeled sandals made a click-clacking sound on the tiles as Chris and I walked down the hallway to the Administrator’s office. I glanced over at him and smirked when I realized that in my three inch heels I was taller than he was. For some reason this extra height gave me a sense of superiority. I’d been a little surprised that neither Bruce nor Tabatha had come to get us, but Chris said he knew the way.

...When a load of concrete is delivered the recipient does not know it is laced with weird mutagens, mutagens that will have a severe effect on him and his neigbours...

Light filtered in through the expensive curtain to hit me in the face. ‘Why is it that I’m always being woken up by some kind of annoyance,’ I wondered. I sat up and looked around the hotel room. My head hurt and my mouth felt like it was full of cotton. I wondered how much I’d drank last night, it was all a blur. I got up and padded softly to the window and pushed back the curtain.

‘Late lunch or early dinner?’ I wondered as I dug into a veggie wrap. “At least I can still eat fries. What I wouldn’t give for a nice steak right now.”

I glanced at Kristina’s phone for the tenth time. I still didn’t have anything from Kristina. I felt very exposed at the moment. I didn’t have any proof that the Syndicate had the expertize to track me using technology, but I hated taking the risk.

Kingston Academy Shorts

#1: The Laundry Incident

By Melanie E.

For Julian Stone, signing up to be a Princess has been a stone gas. But when a simple prank goes horribly wrong, is this Princess man enough to own up?

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It was after five by the time I returned to Kristina’s flat. I was feeling depressed, hurt, and angry. I opened the door and heard my phone ringing from the living room and it struck me that in my rush to go in to the facility I’d left both my purse and phone. I hurried into the living room just as the phone went to voice mail.

I saw that it was a missed call from Lana and rather than listen to the message I sent her a text.

The sound of my alarm going off pulled me from the dark pit I’d been in. I rolled onto my back and the shifting weight on my chest made me realize that it all wasn’t just a bad dream. The last two days had really happened. I slowly pushed myself up and groaned.

“Oh, man, am I sore.”

James Frost, returning from a business trip to Ireland, meets a young woman with a terrifying secret when their paths collide in dramatic fashion. She's accosted by a hooligan and James, never one to stand around when a beautiful girl is in need, steps in. Now stuck in her body James is quickly caught up in a whirlwind of magic, sex, and the ongoing struggle between two secret organizations. Will he get his body back or be forced to live the rest of his life as Kristina?

Author Note: This story is complete, I plan to post a chapter per day until all 17 chapters are posted.

The Changing Room

My name is Richard, no wait, it was Richard. That was then. Then, I was a loner of a man with an identity problem. But as I said, that was then. None of those things apply to me now. Life is much rosier now, and I can thank it down to one unusual but eventful day.

REVENGE: A Tale of Pleasure Island

By Christopher Leeson © 2014

Version date Jan. 03, 2015

Author's Note: This is a new revision, with some small textual changes and illustrations added. I took a bit of experimentation to figure out how to put in images. I still need to learn how to do tables in BC html, and if I do, things should look even better. These illos are not all the same one appearing in the earlier posting of the story, at http://thefulltgshow.blogspot.com/search/label/pleasure%20is.... This story should serve as a general introduction to the universe of Pleasure Island. If anyone is inspired by it, or by the Mana Universe that it is a part of, they are invited to try their hand with stories of their own. (I'm sure I'd enjoy reading about Pleasure Island without having to do the work of writing the story myself first) :-) Pleasure Island was inspired in me partly from the evil island in the Pinocchio story (aren't we glad that they got off that donkey schtick?) and also by Fantasy Island. I want to keep these stories short, to make them easier to write to a conclusion, but to explore different facets of the subject in each one, and also the different reactions from the boys involved. Carl Boelke is mentioned in this tale; I'm gradually getting a revision of Carl's personal experience ready to post here at BC.

Author's note: This isn't quite a short-short story but it's not far off. We tend to write about the process of transition but occasionally it seems a good idea to think about 'what then?'

A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.

This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.

Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.

This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina

Marina: [email protected]

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Two days after Christmas and I was starting to get bored. Another week before I had to return to work and I didn’t have anything to do.

All the Christmas Day detritus was put away on the 26th. My visitors left the same day as well and now the place is quiet.

This is a little stand-alone story that eventually became part of a chapter in Cynthia and the High School Years — Part 1. As there are many new readers at this site, I thought they might enjoy another Christmas story. If you enjoy the story and are not familiar with the characters, you might want to read the Cynthia Chronicles.

Ever since I was a little kid I've known I was... different from other boys. Known that deep down, I'm not what I appear to be on the surface. My name is Nick Thomas, and every day of my life, I wish I'd been born a girl.

The Craigslist Killer Part 6
© 2014 by Nom de Plume

That night was like something out of a horror movie - the most horrendous experience of my life, and that includes Gregg’s attempt to murder me.

The secret history of all those Chinese babies Americans have been adopting.

The Craigslist Killer Part 5
© 2014 by Nom de Plume

Oh no…not another ‘wee bit o’ seasonal fluff’!!!???

After All…
By Kelly Blake

Susan is bored with all porn, even scat porn, until she discovers a new kink - Squirmies: Slimy, fat, genetically engineered worm-like vertebrates that invade the human body for human amusement. She soon becomes hooked, and auditions to become the star of the website's newest video.

"Hospitality"
by Pyrayton Svaenohr
Copyright© 2014 by Pyrayton Svaenohr

Author's note: The title "Hospitality" comes from the fact that she is playing host to body-invading creatures.

Archie Andrews in “The New Girl”

In a town called Riverdale ...

It was a typical Saturday. Archie Andrews had been talked into helping his mom clean out the basement of their house with the promise of a little extra money for gas for his car, when a moving van drove into the neighborhood.

“Oh good! Someone is finally taking that empty house at the end of the block” Said Archie’s mother.

“It will be nice to have a new neighbor.” Archie’s dad added.

Don't You Remember?
by Stephanie Rose

Mark Jacobson was running late. He was meeting his best friend, Jake Schneider at their old hunting grounds, Blake's Tavern. They had barely seen each other in the four years since high school. Now, both of them college graduates, they were finally back home. It was time to re- connect.

Mark flashed his ID at the bouncer at the door. The burly man waved him through without a second look. Mark smiled. It was the first time he had gone in there without having to pull one of his tricks. Those days were behind him now.