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Sarah's Dream, Chapter 2

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When I next returned to the dream, I pulled the pad out of the pack and was glad to see I’d established communication. But I was confused by the content of the message. “Dear Sarah,” the message began. “I’m Tommy. I’m also in high school. I named my character Elissa.”

So somebody responded, but it’s somebody else who visits here like me and not the girl herself. And it’s a boy. Being a girl here might feel strange to him.

Sarah's Dream, Chapter 1

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I had a bunch of weird dreams last night. In one I was a man wearing overalls who jumped a lot. In one I was flying a spaceship, and in another driving a car. In real life I’m a 15-year-old girl in high school and I haven’t even started driving, but I didn’t have any trouble in the dream. But those were more normal dreams. The dream played out and I experienced it.

Sarah's Dream

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A science fiction novel verging onto fantasy, featuring video games, body possession, and other subjects.

I went on as usual, but when I sensed I was coming near the end of my run, and found one of those convenient resting points, I got out the notepad. Clearly whoever I was possessing during these dreams lived when I wasn’t here, so maybe I could leave them a note. I wrote on the first page “Dear alternate body, Hi! I’m Sarah. I’m a high-school student from Atlanta.” Then I stayed there with the pad in my hand, hoping this body’s real self would notice it, since the pad appeared to have not been used.

Pee Pot, Chapter 6

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Friday, April 2, 2010

This was the night of the next date. We did everything including sex first, and only then did Kelly pull out the ring. She pulled me alongside her, and asked Kira, “Will you marry us?”

“Oh, will I ever!” Kira exclaimed. “If you didn’t do this soon I was going to work on something myself!”

She hugged both of us, and we had a messy three-way kiss.

Pee Pot, Chapter 5

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Sunday, August 9, 2009

My recent thoughts got me to get back onto the dating site again. I updated my profile to explain I was now a splitter who kept male and female bodies around all the time, and I was looking for a woman who could love both of me and would bear my children. That was the original intent of my splitting and staying in opposite sexes, and I felt it was important to find somebody quickly so I didn’t get addicted to sex with my other self.

Pee Pot, Chapter 4

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Saturday, May 30, 2009

I got up, ready to change as usual - except I remembered today was going to be nothing like usual. I sat on the bucket with my penis aimed inside, and let loose. It went as normal, except that my pee was filling up the bucket rather than the tub. I felt my limbs start to shrink and I think I felt the splash as my torso fell into the bucket just before I lost consciousness.

Pee Pot, Chapter 3

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I opened the dating site, where my profile has been set to not looking and not subscribing to send messages for months, since I started dating Brenda more regularly. I had it find me some matches, and some of them looked potentially OK, but I realized I couldn’t even get myself to send a message to one of them, and I shut it off again.

I probably do need the counseling, and sooner than I thought.

I distracted myself by reviewing the state of knowledge about the syndrome. There had been a lot of fascinating studies, but they were no longer headline news and I had to go look for them.

Pee Pot, Chapter 2

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Sunday, July 22, 2007

As we approached the first anniversary of the change, I started to think about dating. I had dated before, but my last sort-of regular date had moved to California 3 months before the change and we weren’t close enough yet for me to quit my job and follow her there, so we split up. And I’d just never found anybody right in the 3 months after that before everything got crazy.

Pee Pot, Chapter 1

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Friday, August 4, 2006

It happened one morning. Like most mornings, I woke up and went to the bathroom to pee.

It started normally. I got a good stream going into the bowl as I stood in front of it.

But I was feeling drained. While a little residual tiredness in the morning was OK, this was more than that, and it was getting worse. And something weird was happening in the bowl. I leaned forward, one hand against the top of the toilet tank to support myself.

Pee Pot

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It happened one morning. Like most mornings, I woke up and went to the bathroom to pee. And I couldn't stop peeing. I felt drained, and eventually passed out.

Some time later, I came to. Despite my efforts, I was now in the toilet bowl. There was just my torso protruding from the toilet.

My torso? No! When I looked down at myself I realized the torso wasn't mine at all. It was slender, feminine-looking, with breasts. It was mine now, though.

Perpendicular Time

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It was for the start of 2010 that I’d made a resolution to spend more money on myself. Little did I know what the action I took to satisfy that resolution would mean starting months later. It changed my view of reality.

Normal 8: Steve

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Saturday, April 4, 2009

George

This was NANA’s anniversary, or the weekend closest to it, anyway, and there was a big party. The magical members cast a special spell for the event. Anybody in town who didn’t know about powers would simply not be interested in what was going on in the park, on top of the usual spell that would cause them to not see anybody flying or with green skin or whatever. So it was an event where people could let out their powers in public more than they normally could.

Normal 7: Little House

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Late night, Friday, February 6, 2009

Kenny

“No, no! Stop! Stop shrinking!”

Somehow, I wasn’t myself anymore. I was the house. It seemed like the kind of thing that had to be a weird dream, but it felt very real. And I was shrinking, trapping my family members inside the house. One of my sisters had gotten caught up in one of the walls, and I could feel her presence in my mind.

Normal 3: Goo Girl

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Caution: This story contains references to prostitution, murder, and suicide, but there are no graphic depictions of any of them..

I’m George Walda. Shortly after I turned 17, some strange things started happening to me. First it was this recurring dream that I had turned into a pile of goo.

Normal 2: For the Birds

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The character in this story was introduced as an encounter in The Kissing Bandit. I later decided the character deserved a background of her own. Normal started as a way of reconciling the inconsistencies.

Changing

I’m Ben Plover. I was a perfectly ordinary thirteen-year-old boy until it happened. Actually, until two things happened. Where most boys grew hair on their body, I started growing feathers. And I started turning into a girl!

Normal

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Per the rating, I don’t expect this series to go beyond pg15. Some episodes, notably the first one, will be pg.

A long time ago, a meteor struck a small farming community called Normal. It started a fire, and the townspeople mustered their resources and put it out. And they thought that was the end of it.

Magic Blanket

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My third story posted here, but actually the first one I started preparing to post. It's actually one of my older stories. But... it wasn't properly finished (which is my biggest writing problem), and needed editing to fix typos, grammar, and inconsistencies. Not to mention it's 3 times as long as the first two put together, so there was more of all that. Read on to find out what that magic blanket does.

Chapter 1: Boom

Friday, December 7, 2007, 11 PM

Boom! I awoke to the sound, and to complete darkness.

Kim and Mikey

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This is not really representative of my writing, except in that it was one of the weird dreams I had that I wrote down. But it is a complete, short story that I thought was good for me to get the hang of posting stories here. Usually the dream is the inspiration, and then it turns into some massive saga. But read on about Kim and her not-so-imaginary friend Mikey.

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