"Bru, love, you're up doll. Beat this!"
          -- BarbieLee

I took the liberty of accepting the challenge issued to Bru.

“Thanks, Jerry.” Cassidy loads the bags of corn into the back of her uncle’s old pick-up truck.

She already had a few bags of sugar and some brand-new containers. She picked-up to fill with the moonshine she was planning to make. She pulls her panties from her butt crack. Arthur had made love to her before he left for work.

[Eighteen Months ago]

Sometimes in life, you have to take risks. Sometimes they work out and sometimes they don’t. So far, my track record in life was pretty bad.

Two years before, I’d told my wife of my desire to live as and eventually become a woman. Once the dust had settled, I found myself homeless, jobless and almost penniless.

Girlhood

Girlhood that’s what I want.
Womanhood that’s what I need.
Sadness overcomes me and sometimes has me beat.
Joyful I think about tenderness and beauty.
Warm and yellow sunflowers I feel in my heart my dear cutie.
An endless rainbow of hope as the sun rises in my heart.
Oh, how can the world sometimes be oh so dark?
Ghosts of the past come and haunt me on occasion.
I don’t need any more persuasion because I know what I want and know who I am.

Spiffed and copacetic.

Imp pulse

I’m an Imp,

No, no. Not Her, and besides, she's not really one of us, but a mortal mutant.

And no, I’m not telling you my real name. I know an imp who ended up in a magic pen serving some dork who wanted to be a superhero thanks to his real name getting out,

Anyway, on with the story.

There arent many of us left, because humans dont believe in mischievous spirits anymore, which is one reason why I wanted this story written.

I felt relieved when my big sis Mary entered my room. I wanted to talk to her about this private school idea and about her and Alyssa making out.

“Hey, sis. Finally, we can talk. I am not sure what to think about going to a private school. It would open a lot of opportunities but I think I would miss Sammy, mom and dad and our town too much. I don’t want to just run away.” I told Mary, feeling unsure about how to proceed.

There were a couple of hundred brassières in every style and fashion from the last seventy-odd years, including ones with cups that couldn’t possibly have reached as high as the nipples which I thought were like what my sisters called quarter cup bras, but Mum told me they were referred to as décolleté brassières in their day, and Granny had worn them with some of her evening gowns.

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Chapter 11
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A door swung open into a lounge full of so-called gentlemen of the early nineteenth century. A succubus named Phoebe entered wearing only a collar, a corset, and a see-through gown. She would feast. Tomorrow, she would shower in gifts worthy of a goddess. These men, however, saw her as nothing more than their entertainment for the night. It was a gangbang, and she loved it. The men, once touched, thought nothing of their comrades disappearing.

Mark Thomas, now fourteen years old, had been railroaded by his parents since the age of nine to end up going before a Juvenile Judge twice a year, every six months, and spent exactly two months in juvenile detention. Why? So his parents could go on vacation without having to pay someone to watch Mark at home. Their taxes were still paying someone to watch Mark, but the little they had to pay, thanks to creative bookkeeping, was more than worth it to them. But Mark's parents didn't count on a Judge they had yet to put in their pockets. A Judge, who by good fortune, and loyal people, found out what Mark's parents were doing and turned the tables on them. Judge Ruth Walinkiewicz was about to surprise the parents of one Mark Thomas, helping Mark in the process, if only she could get him to trust someone again.

Edit Note: I did not intend to bump this story, only to add an Aunt Jane Universe suggested by another reader. Also, due to my ignorance at the time this story was posted, boo-boos were made in HTML formatting, as were some writing opposes. Plus, I separated those speaking so it became clearer who was speaking and when.

 
 
The sound of footsteps distracted her, very heavy sounding footsteps and Nyssa turned her gaze toward the front of the cave to see the dragon coming right toward them. It was the single biggest creature that she had ever seen, or even imagined, and could easily swallow her whole. How did those people not notice it? She needed to get them out of the cave. Aris preserve me, she prayed silently to the Goddess of life and light as she unsheathed her sword and dropped the sheath as she leaped out of the crevice, placing herself between them and the massive creature. "Go!" she shouted at them. "Run! I'll keep it busy!”

“Go on, Mate,” he said. “Give it a go over the weekend you might surprise yourself. Beats the hell out of viagra. It worked miracles for me.”

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Chapter 10
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Kyra ran to the back of the dancing studio toward her mother, who was lying on the ground. “Mom!” she called out.

Her mother looked as though she had taken a beating. She barely breathed.

Hours later, they were at the hospital, and the doctors assured Kyra that her mom would be alright. It wasn’t right at all. Not two days had passed since they had last talked, and Kyra entered the studio hoping to break the silence that had lasted since their ferry ride.

As I mentioned yesterday, I will not have another chapter for a few days. Look for the next installment on Monday: Dawn.

Stone

Chapter 22 – Catching up

The other day I just happened to remark the sky seemed lower than usual. What I ask you was so funny about that that he had to get a whisky to recover?

Nineteen-year-old submissive Kathleen was sick of men who only wanted to be her master for sexual reasons, but when she responded to a message from a gentleman on a matching site, she didn't realize how life-changing their relationship would be, and how right it would feel.

“Here, put this mask on. The smog outside is unbelievable today.” Nancy hands each member of Tammy’s team a mask.

“I didn’t know India suffered from smog.” Jessica puts the mask on.

“It’s not really smog, but the air is really bad this morning.” Nancy knew some people were affected by the particles in the air.

“Is it going to be like this all day?” Sophie hasn’t been in Katwa for a while.

“Nope, it should clear up by noontime.”

“Good.” Tammy looks over towards Sophie.

Chapter 3 Maria Comes Back

One more chapter tomorrow, I hope, then I will break for a few days to let everyone catch up: Dawn.

Stone

Stone 21 – Coming Home

The trip north was slower than the one south, thanks to the two wagons carrying the millstones. Larger as well: there were many emigrants from Sarn heading north, and they were quite willing to travel at a slow pace, in return for protection against the bandits.

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Chapter 08
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Max opened the door. “Mistress?” he whispered, with Sean standing behind him.

They found Maryann and Genine lying on the bed, the latter still clothed and alive while Mary’s skin had returned to normal, and her wings had retracted. Both slept, but their mistress heard Max. She placed a finger over her lips. Maryann’s smile was assuring, but her eyes were sad.

Genine gasped then. Repeatedly. She sat up with wide eyes when a moan escaped her lips. She looked around the room, and leapt out of bed.