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A Legal Trap - Chapter 2

Author retains all rights to this original work of fiction.

Thank You for reading my story! I especially enjoy hearing your thoughts,
criticism, and ideas. Rachel M. Moore

Not A Girl

This story very briefly uses the characters Katie, Liam, Pat, Brendan, Niall and Jimmy from my story Some Gave All which I posted here last summer:

This story is related to that one, as it tells about things that happened at the orphanage after those six kids ran away in May of 2006.

Most of the story is told from one boy's viewpoint, i. e., memories of what happened to himself and some other boys there.

The Wardrobe Mistress

Chapter 1

I always was interested in lacy underwear. As a boy already I went through my mother's wardrobe, when my parents went to the pub and left me alone at home until late at night. I am from Hamburg and there the pubs close very late if at all. So whenever I woke up in the night and my parents were not at home I put on one of my mother's nightdresses and sometimes a corset. They were much too big, of course, but I loved it and it made me feel safe.

Danny's Other Stories


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Danny's OTHER Stories
by Roberta J Cabot

These are other stories about Danny Fairchild from the story "Danny," by Bobbie Cabot. Know that these stories, though connected to Danny and his friends, have no material bearing on the narrative of the main story, and should be treated as stand-alone stories.

Still, i think they're fun stories. The fun never stops with Batch Fourteen, and Dan & his gang.


A Game Of Cards Chapter 3

A Game Of Cards

Chapter 3

" You got me a BIKINI?"

Jake looked at the red string bikini in utter disgust as Jen chuckled. He was now annoyed at Jen.

" This is too much Jen! First you cheat and paint my nails but I don't utter a word. You make me wear heels but I don't complain much. Now a bikini? What are you trying to do?"

" Okay. I agree to cheating in poker. I only did that because I wanted to paint your nails since three years and I could never make you agree to it."

" So that is why every bet we make involves you painting my nails?"

A sudden coming out

A sudden coming out

Some of this is truth, some is just a fantasy version, of how I would have liked it to be. My actual coming out is described in another story, this is just a fancy and very sexual version, a dream, really, of how I wished, at that time, it would happen.

Fem Bug Virus

Janice who used to be John rambles a bit of the last twenty years on how she finally became the woman she always wanted to be.

My midnight muse hit after reading a few of Morpheus's "Bug" stories.

Spring Hill Academy: Prologue

I am a reserve warden at the Spring Hill Academy about two hours southwest of London. The academy is on the border of Dorset and Somerset, less than fifteen miles from where those counties meet the eastern tip of Devon. The academy is about five miles from my home.

By reserve warden, I mean I am an extra person on a roving watch at the academy. There have been some nasty things going on there over the last six to nine months, and after I took in Penny and Jane who were students there, the headmistress roped me into helping her.

Jacinta, part 13

“This is DEFINITELY one of my favourite times of year, hehe!” I giggle as I paint a thin horizontal red stripe onto my friend’s cheek.

“What, autumn?” Sarah replies with a snort of laughter. “Everything getting colder, it raining constantly, going through, like, fifty pairs of tights every week?”

“…Okay, THAT isn’t much fun,” I concede as I carefully paint an orange stripe underneath Sarah’s red stripe. “I am, as you damn well know, referring to Freshers’ Week!”

Step By Step Chapter 3

Things quietened down quite a bit after dad pulled that stupid stunt in the Skate Park and was beaten so easily by Melissa.

I found it hard to believe she had once been a boy, but she had no reason to lie to me, I suppose. Damn, she is one fine woman!

Only time would tell if she remembered the emails I had given her. It would be nice to talk with someone who understands.

Little Girl Sitting

“But mom do I really have to take the twins to cheerleading practice again? All I do is drive them around. Ever since when I was in sixth grade until now; I am a high school freshmen now, I had to save all my baby-sitting money to buy this car.” 

I look at mom, she puts her hands on her hips and gives me that look which means if I say another word I am dead. “Now enough of that young man, I know you are 13-years-old now. I also know you think you are so grown up!” I watch as mom is staring eye to eye with me, which is never a good thing.



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Hi everyone! I'm new here, and getting used to the system. I want to expose my writing to a wider audience, but I have to admit I like the system at TGStorytime so much better. If I get a lot of comments I may post them all here as well, otherwise please have look at my work. You can download in a epub format there or just casually read on the site! Please let me know how you like or dislike my writing!

Laura, part 19

"My power flurries through the air into the ground," I sing as I dramatically glide across the stage, my ice blue dress flowing around me with every step I take.

"My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
I'm never going back, the past is in the past..."

"Let it go, let it go," I sing, my lungs feeling like they're going to break under the strain.
"And I'll rise like the break of dawn,
Let it go, let it go,
That perfect girl is gone.
Here I stand,
In the light of day,

Ships (A Prequel?)

Ships (...A Prequel?)
by Amalia Solara

Sabina is a cynical, homeless young trans woman who prioritizes hormones even over such necessities as food and shelter. Deborah is an anxious workaholic with social issues and an apparent softer side, a responsible up-and-coming professional who has just had surgery. A serendipitous encounter on the subway system brings these two women briefly into each other's orbit, where they leave powerful impressions on each other and reveal vulnerable aspects of themselves through their differences, without fully realizing all that they have in common.

The Belles of Christmas

I was on my way to my second period, English class when I saw the crowd gathering around the bulletin board outside, our guidance counselor’s office , Ms. Brumfeld . Curiosity got the better of me so I pushed my way through the throng until I saw what the fuss was about . A big notice announcing “Contestants wanted for the 2nd annual “The Belles of Christmas Pageant” . What might you ask , is that? I will tell you.

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.

This year, for sure!

December 2017 Christmas Dreams Story Contest Entry


This year, for sure!

Last year was a failure,
Summer was a bust,
Fall fell apart.
One last go!

He'll notice me this time or else!

December 2017 Christmas Dreams Story Contest Entry


What if? Part 5

Completing the transformation:

After that experience there was no way Pyrrha was going back to being Achilles. She was though, now heavily dreaming of Patroklos as her man. I told her in carefully dosed bits about the fact, that I knew I would die in childbirth as my second sacrifice, and asked her to take care of our child. She was devastated at first, but when I told her, that I would see to it that she would on one hand be able to breast feed the baby and on the other still keep her male genitalia and in working order too, she settled down and accepted her fate more and more happily, the more female hormones I administered. I completely left out the anti-androgens, as they not only were endangering the function of the penis, but also had serious side effects. Instead I went for higher doses of estrogen in its various forms and progesterone. In the six weeks before the birth there would also be prolactin. I kept her mostly in the dark about the “magic” I was applying. She was a bit disappointed at first, that I was not changing her instantly by magic, but I explained, that a slower transition would be beneficial to her, and thinking it through she agreed.

Mourning Dew -- Chp. 3

Camille Jean Laignaux comes home to a strange new world. And Mr. Jack starts a new job. Camille meets the girls from school.

Mourning Dew


Copyright © 2017 by AuP reviner

What if? Part 4

Everyday Life:

The first night was really difficult for Pyrrha, on one hand because she really had no idea how to behave as a woman and on the other because she did not know how to hide her obviously male genitalia undressing. In addition there were the little girls, who continuously slept in one or the others arms after the initial “camp” of Amazons. Even my mother had taken to joining us some days, enjoying the familiar proximity of little girls cuddling up into ones arms. Little Helen and Kassandra were practically inseparable at night. I took Pyrrha aside early and informed her about what was going on and the reasons for it. I made it clear that I was aware of her predicament and willing to help. I told her to go to the bath house before bed time and come back changed. I also arranged for her to sleep near me, in case she had a nightmare. All in all she was much more subdued than I had expected.

Stephanie, part 17

“Cheese!” I yell, pulling my widest grin as I and my other bandmates pose for a selfie with the excited young woman.

“Oh my god, thank you so much!” The girl- who I am told is barely eighteen years old- squeaks, before heading into the crowd to find other famous faces to photograph.

“You know, I like the idea, yeah?” Adeola says. “Giving, like, fans the chance to come to these parties…”

“Especially as, if memory serves, that’s how someone became part of this ‘family’ in the first place?” I tease Becca, who rolls her eyes and sighs over-dramatically.

What if? Part 3


It was only a little more than a week from there to Troy and even though the Centaurs had left us after the fight we did not encounter another pirate, mercenary or Greek for that matter. What had happened that night seemed to run before us like a warning: Don't mess with these women.


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