Transitioning

Foreign influence: part 15

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twenty

The next morning I got up early, showered quickly and put on the grey dress I had been given by Marion. It was half past five as I got into the kitchen, I wanted to get to Davidwache before everybody else to check out what had been done while I was having some girl time with Maureen. After having had my coffee as quietly as possible I decided to get my make up on at the station and wrote a note for Angela, asking her to come whenever she felt ready and to leave Sasha with Biggi again. Then I put on the nice peep toe pumps than came with the dress, grabbed my trench coat and bag and headed off to Davidwache shortly afterwards.

Weeping Willow - Part 13

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Weeping Willow
Part 13

Amanda

by **Sigh**
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“Son, the next time you set foot in this building, I expect you to be wearing slacks, a jacket and a tie. How dare you flaunt what you’re doing in God’s face, in our faces! Dress right, or don’t come back!”

Willow looked right back at him plaintively. “And if I do come back like this … ?”

Into the Land of the Pinks

Allen wasn't your normal 13 year old... He had a girl living within him, one that was looking for the perfect time to come out to play.

She finally found the right time.

Continuing Release

Continuing Release

By Kerry Brown

or Whatever happened after the Ball?

This is the follow on from A Tale of Release, most of the characters are back just moved on by nine months.
How would you feel if your boss made an offer that was too good to refuse?

Waitin' for a Do-over

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Everyone has a story, Everyone has a Journey.
Each plot is different, Each path is winding.
Conflict creates drama, Obstacles creates ideas.
Endings are beginnings, Destinations are stop-overs.

Sequels lead to cycles, Waitin' for a Do-over.

Allen's Discovery

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Allen's Discovery
By Princess


Copyright © 2010 Princess



When Allen's mother dies, he is left without anyone to comfort him in his need to be a girl. So he starts wearing his sister's clothes which leads to many adventures and both siblings discover things about each other.

The River of Shadows

The River of Shadows
by Alyssa Plant

 
A high school senior heads to Boston to visit his sister for Halloween. A twist of fate reveals something they would never have admited alone... and it proves to be the one thing that may keep them alive when the best laid plans of a group of college students are lain waste by a force of terrible evil and corruption that has thrived for centuries... Can Charlie Kane be strong enough to live? or will the River of Shadows claim yet another victim...?

Murphy's Law : Book 2 | Red Harvest

Murphy's Law
Book II: Red Harvest
By Josie

Jack Murphy once again delves into the murky underworld to find a missing girl. Armed with only his dry-wit and cynicism, he journeys to a quiet little farm town called Waterston. It’s a beautiful place, renown for its cherries and the orchards that dotted the landscape against the rolling green hills beyond. But it’s also a world where the hunter becomes the hunted and where the forces of good collide with the evil cloaked in the myth and mysticism of an ancient belief.

It’s also a place where some find the "Red Harvest sinfully wild to enjoy, while others find nothing more than disappointment and regret . . ."

Murphy's Law (Revised)

Murphy's Law
Revised
By Josie

“Murphy understood the law and knew justice. He also knew that the two were often not the same. To catch the bad guy and win a confession, you had to be willing to step outside the box and take chances. That’s what made him a great cop. But that didn’t give him the right to take the law in his own hands. All he had to do was have a boy examined to confirm his true gender and now his mistake was going to cost him. Maybe his job? Maybe a demotion?

But then nothing in this case was turning out like it should. He should have seen this coming. He should have known that you can test the odds and you can test your resolve, but never pit your luck against Murphy’s Law. Because sure as the devil will get his due, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong!”

Weeping Willow - Part 12

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Weeping Willow
Part 12

Self Realization

by **Sigh**
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“This is crazy,” Willow flustered. “I’ve been kidnapped, nearly mutilated, and had a breakup – all in the last 6 months. Survived them all. And yet tonight I can’t get calm; I’m tingling all over!”

Angie laughed. “It’s your first prom. You’re supposed to be nervous!”

Foreign influence: part 14

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eighteen

As I had in my mind to have a chat with Domenica after the scheduled meeting for Wednesday, the next morning I dressed in the jeans mini, the black high heeled boots and the silver grey lambswool jumper and made myself up carefully. I had to meet the team at Davidwache and 3B, Maureen and Irene were not to meet for their guided tour before round about lunchtime I was hoping for a bit of quiet time with my colleagues, but to my surprise 3B turned up in the middle of Klaus’s update on what he and Bernd had discovered the day before. He was without Maureen and as he sat down next to me he whispered in my ear that Maureen and Sasha were raiding the main shopping area in the city together and that I looked very much the part. I felt obliged to introduce him to those, who had not yet seen him and asked Klaus to forgive the interruption. As he took up his recital again I translated for 3B, who listened attentively. As Klaus had finished he asked me to be allowed to say something for all our benefit. I agreed, knowing his resourcefulness and experience.

Weeping Willow - Part 10

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Weeping Willow
Part 10

Exit Love, Enter Rico

by **Sigh**
Copyright© 2019 plaintivesigh
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Before Willow could answer, a young man forcibly slid into her side of the booth, making her scoot to the wall. He had a buzz cut hairstyle, dark shades, and , and turned to face Willow. “Well, hello there sweets. Remember me?”

Foreign influence: part 13

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seventeen

I had not set an alarm, but since I wanted to use the early morning hours to talk to Harry I woke up at six o'clock. Angela and Sasha were sleeping like babies and so I slid silently out of bed and showered. I had got dressed in the green mini dress, made myself up and brewed a coffee before Angela appeared in the kitchen door asking sleepily:
"What on earth are you doing up at this ungodly hour, my love?"

Weeping Willow - Part 9

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Weeping Willow
Part 9

Come Closer

by **Sigh**
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“Hooo –eee, “ Bernard exclaimed. “That’s the hottest kiss I’ve ever had – and I’ve had my share.”

“I loved it!” exulted Willow. “I love you! – Oh, wait. Omigod! I – I didn’t mean - ”

Foreign influence: part 12

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sixteen

I did not sleep all that well that night, too much being on my mind. I woke up feeling Angela watching me as I held Sasha sleeping in my arms. The girl looked like an innocent little angel.
"Hard to imagine, seeing her like that, what an acute observation and intuitive perception she has." whispered Angela in my ear "She seems so much older than her years sometimes. And what a shame it is you cannot be a mother." she added smiling lovingly and kissing me softly on the lips.

Weeping Willow - Part 8

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Weeping Willow
Part 8

Back Comes Bill

by **Sigh**
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“Bernard, I’m barely holding it together,” she quavered. “I … I need to get calmed down. I need something to take the edge off. I … I need … oh god ..”

“Willow – are you asking for … ?” Bernard was afraid to say what he was thinking.

“A couple of Lortabs would really help,” Willow whispered.

Weeping Willow - Part 7

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Weeping Willow
Part 7

Suddenly Seeking Susan

by **Sigh**
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"Honey – look at Willow. She looks like your Mother did back in the 60’s!”

“Oh my God,” Gwen whispered. “You’re right!”

“Susan! Why won’t you come here and kiss me?” cried Grandpa.

“Momma – what do I do?” urged Willow.

Weeping Willow - Part 6

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Weeping Willow
Part 6

Valley of Fear

by **Sigh**
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“This will kill any love they had for me … I’ll have to go back to being angry Bill! All the good things in my life – I’m going to lose them all! I’m so scared!”

Foreign influence: part 11

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fourteen


But our day was not over yet. As we got home we found Biggi and her bodyguard in the kitchen, Biggi already quite tipsy. There was an empty bottle of bubbly and two glasses of wine on the table. The officer had decided, realizing that Angela was not home to take the relay, that he had to stay until our return. I apologized sincerely for my thoughtlessness but he just smiled and said:
"I am sure, Frau Kommissar, that you had a lot on your mind today, my pains being to the very end of the list, and rightly so."
"What?" broke in Biggi her speech suddenly clear "Frau Kommissar? Are you joking, Fred?"
So they were on first name basis now, were they? All the better, I supposed.

Foreign influence: part 10

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thirteen

I awoke refreshed in my love’s arms, happily purring my delight at her presence into her lovely bosom. Angela tenderly stroked my hair and then lifted my face so that she could kiss me.
"You were almost dead on your feet, Monika." she said softly "Go easy my love, go easy!"
"I promise to try, love of my life, but this case is taking turns as if it was a snake and had a life of it’s own. And I'm a bit tired by all that emotional turmoil, that I never before have had to experience in any case I've handled."
"It certainly seems a lot to cope with a bad case and on top to find yourself quite suddenly turned into a woman, have fallen deeply in love and, as if that was not enough, responsible to deal with everybody's emotional problems. Anything I can do to help?"
"Be there for me, darling, I need you! If you could do more depends on this morning's meeting. But then, the two of us might be completely out of it already and not know it."

Weeping Willow - Part 4

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Weeping Willow
Part 4

... When We First Practice to Deceive

by **Sigh**
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No problem. I’ll just flush the pills down the john daily. It’ll look like I’m taking them, and I’ll be one of those trannies that the estrogen just doesn’t seem to work on. There are trannies like that, right?

Foreign influence: part 9

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eleven

So far, we agreed as we sat around our small kitchen table, we had been mostly successful. Therefore I had earned myself the treat I was now in for, Angela said. I should try on the underwear and dress while she would prepare an evening meal, so I undressed and then Biggi started to dress me. I soon understood, why the women at the time had had maids, it seemed almost impossible to tie the corset and put on the dress without help. It was a marvellous experience, though, to be dressed in those clothes. Once I had put on the silk stockings and the underpants as well as the chemise, Biggi laid the corset around my waist and then tightened it almost to the full. My waist became very narrow indeed and when she then helped me into the underskirts my hips looked a lot wider. The feeling of being shaped like that by the corset was, contrary to my expectations, very pleasant. I had thought I would feel restricted but instead I felt supported in a very straight and proud posture.

Foreign influence: part 8

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ten

I didn't sleep all that well, too much was on my mind. So I was the first to be up and sneaked into the bath and then into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. When I looked at the clock it was just half past five, so I prepared a dough for fresh home made rolls and made some coffee, then sat having a first cup. I started a new list of what we now knew.

The Prisoner Wore Panties - Chapter 5

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Chapter Five – Subtleties and Nuances

Having successfully escaped, Danielle and Steven are in hiding with Katerina and Hans. Steven tells Danielle things that she would rather set aside while Katerina Scholl decides that Danielle needs a little coaching in the womanly arts. The escape begins to take a bad turn.

Foreign influence: part 7

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nine

The next morning we slept longer to recover from the excesses of the last two days: too much work, too little food, too much fun and too much alcohol. I needed a substantial breakfast and so, while Angela was still in the bathroom, I popped down to Winterhuder Weg, hastily dressed and again without any make-up, to get supplies. I got back with organic eggs, wholemeal toast, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, sausages and, best of all, real English Marmalade. As I entered the flat I smelled fresh coffee and hurried into the kitchen to show my loot. Angela was already fully dressed in a black mini dress and made up. She was almost speechless.

Foreign influence: part 6

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Seven

We had slept for almost an hour as the alarm went off. It was half past seven already and we hurried to get some clothes on and refresh our make-up. I opted for white lace knickers and garters with white stockings, the long soft skirt and the mohair jumper while Angela went for a soft body hugging knitted dress, neither of us wore too high heels. Dressed comfortably like that we quickly had a sandwich and shot off to see Veronika, who’s bell we rang just about half an hour later. Veronika opened the door dressed in a dirndl dress. She looked absolutely at home in it and it enhanced her motherly appearance while giving her a sexy touch at the same time, since her ample bosom was displayed decently but obviously above a tight waist and full skirt with the obligatory white apron. With it she wore old fashioned little white lace-up boots. I was instantly a little envious and Angela read me like an open book.

Foreign influence: part 5

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Six

As I opened the door Angela was waiting for me in the hall. She was already wearing her night dress and looked at me appraisingly. I proudly turned around in front of her and said:
"How do you like your new girlfriend?"
"Nice, darling! I told you you’d be even more sexy as a blonde, Monika."
"And right you were, too. I love it. How do you like the clothes?"
"They are just the right compromise between sexy and respectable. But I have something you have to wear now."

Foreign influence: part 4

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Five

The alarm, that we had set, went off far too early for what we’d been up to most of the night. We took our time to get out of bed. So much so, that Angela had to hurry to get to her shift in time and I had to either make myself up myself or go out without make-up. I did not feel like experimenting with make-up and so, when Angela was gone, I dressed in the trouser suit again and left for Reeperbahn to go to the cosmetics and lingerie place, where we had bought my black body to find out if they'd restyle my hair and do my make-up. Also I would be able to pick up my car, that had been sitting in Nobistor since I went wandering back to the Monika Bar.

The Prisoner Wore Panties - Chapter 1

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Chapter One - Benny's Girls

British prisoners during WW2 formed amateur dramatic societies in German POW camps to keep themselves occupied and men played female roles quite convincingly. Their German captors encouraged these activities to keep the prisoners active and their minds on things other than escape. But what if.....

Foreign influence: part 2

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Two

The door sprang open. Without thinking twice about it I slid into the corridor. I remembered the way I had come in and did what Angela had said, vanished in the woodwork. I walked like a whore and as if everything was normal, went down the stairs and found the front door with a normal handle. In the lobby was a stack of cards from taxi companies and I took one, then simply walked out the front door, completely forgetting the state of my dress and make-up. There was no one outside, just a dark driveway through a small park to the road.

Foreign influence: part 1

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Prolog

The boy was about eleven years old. He was standing near the wire fence that was separating the dunes from the beach. Slowly he climbed onto the post next to him, put first one foot on the wire, then two and started walking the wire like a rope towards the next post. He seemed quite sure in his footing, kept his balance well and progressed towards the next post with its paper basket (also made of steel wire) close to it. For a moment he seemed unsure and then he fell - or did he jump? - and landed, one leg inside and one leg out, in the paper basket, that was much higher than his little legs were long. His scream of pain scattered the holidaymaker’s beach idyll.

Foreign influence

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A dead body has been found and no clues as to who or why, only that is was definitely murder.
Undercover Kriminalhauptmeiser (detective lieutenent) Wolf Schwedt, a master of disguises, is
charged to investigate and is quckly realising, that he'll have to go under cover into the TG-scene
in Hamburg's red light district, Grosse Freiheit and the Monika Bar, to be precise.

Necessity is the Mother of Invention: Chapter 2

Necessity is the Mother of Invention

Chapter 2

the same accident that caused the loss of his leg at age six also stimulated the latent genetics that ran in his family to trigger a mutation. Although becoming one of the ‘exo-humans’ the government monitored would prove to be the least of his worries once he stumbled upon his family’s secret.

Brought to you by the warped mind of Nuuan

Necessity is the Mother of Invention: Chapter 1

Necessity is the Mother of Invention

Chapter 1

The same accident that caused the loss of his leg at age six also stimulated the latent genetics that ran in his family to trigger a mutation. Although becoming one of the ‘exo-humans’ the government monitored would prove to be the least of his worries once he stumbled upon his family’s secret.

Brought to you by the warped mind of Nuuan

Viper: part 10

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Chapter nineteen:

We went to bed early, all three of us intent of being at our best, when we engaged the enemy. Up early as well we checked one last time all we had in the car and France checked my gun and ammunition just to make sure. I placed it in the bag, drew it with lightning speed, pretended to aim and put it back satisfied. Then we joined in the Chi Kung for gathering all possible energy and join our senses as a group. When the sun was fully over the horizon we set off.

Viper: part 9

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Chapter seventeen:

I didn’t have much hope for the mayor either, this day wasn’t going to be a happy one. Was there anywhere I could address myself to get someone to do something? Franco and Giovanni didn’t look very happy either. I didn’t think any of us had got much sleep, in Franco and my case none whatsoever and dad didn’t look like he’d slept much either. When Selena and Giulia appeared to find out what the shouting had been about and Selena took me in her arms I was ready to cry. Somehow her presence calmed me, though, and I snuggled deeply into her embrace. That was enough to tell her I was exhausted.

Viper: part 8

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Chapter fifteen:

I was tired having watched over Barbara, Tino and her girls, but I knew there might be a visit of some more Carabinieri, so I went and got washed, put some nice feminine clothes and make-up on and then clued Marina and Bianca up on what we had done during the night. Franco was soon back with me, also cleaned up, changed and wearing an after shave. I could not help a giggle.
“Out to impress your Queen, Dì yī qíshì?” I asked punching his shoulder playfully.
“Our quarters are not quite as luxurious as yours, Lóng nǚwáng. With all those others there was barely enough hot water to shave, so having realised your delicate nose I thought I’d rather disguise any smells.”

Viper: part 7

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Chapter thirteen:

Marina and Bianca were the first to put their arms around my neck half giggling and half crying with joy. Selena was not far behind.
“Xiăolóng, my angel, I am so glad you are safe!”
Finally the tension left me and I cuddled into her embrace.
“I am and have been all the time, mum, but it can be hard to be the dragon.”
“What happened?”
“We got the family safe, mum, but you do not want to know how.”
“More broken necks?”
“Mum, please stop asking.”

Viper: part 6

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Chapter eleven:

For a moment I had thought the Commissario would faint. Then it looked like he was going into shock, but slowly his senses were able to convince him, that he was NOT dreaming. Confusion and indecision battled in his expression, before he looked finally straight into my eyes. I smiled.
“Did you really think I was trying to deceive you with a story like mine? Nobody could possibly invent such a thing, Commissario.”
“You broke the solid oak table with that little fist of yours? How is that even possible?”

Viper: part 5

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Chapter nine:

Knowing that there were enough armed guards around the house for me to be woken by a considerable racket if someone tried to breach the property, which would give me time to prepare, I had a good night’s sleep. Marina and I were up and dressed before we woke Bianca. While Marina prepared her for the day I went to find Franco. He was getting the strongest of the remaining cars ready. He smiled as he saw me.

Viper: part 4

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Chapter seven:

This time the shit hit the fans. The next morning there were headlines all over the place. The house that had blown up was known to be the property of a high ranking Mafia family and there had been more than a dozen dead “soldiers” with broken necks plus quite a sizeable number of corpses burnt beyond recognition. The servants and Bianca’s parents alike had told the Carabinieri a story of the ghost of a woman known as Viper, who had come and killed all the soldiers and carried them from the explosion. As the Carabinieri did hardly find any traces at all and the guard dogs, four Dobermans, no less, had broken necks, too, the rumours spread rapidly. Nobody found any traces other than those of the people who lay the charges. The Vatican actually sent a group of priests to clear the site and Grandpa and I cracked up laughing at the news.

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