When a sarcastic teen programmer gets pulled into a Victorian detective novel, he discovers that wearing a corset is the least of his problems.
First Part of an I hope longer going Story.
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A Wildcat Fall 7

Bailey Boone is a young engineer in need of a total life reset. So what better way to reset than by accepting a job across the country in glitzy Las Vegas! Even better, he’s got a couple months of free time before settling into work. The only problem? He doesn’t know a soul.

Perhaps, with all this free time, Bailey might be interested in sitting in as a human mannequin to help Caroline practice. It'll be something to do, and Caroline's a lot of fun to be around. Plus, who knows? Maybe he’d even make a cute girl…

I'm thrilled to announce a brand new ~74,000 word, 318-page gradual feminization novel, filled with plenty of feminization, flirting, and fresh starts! The full book is now available on Amazon or for FREE with Kindle Unlimited!!

I hope you enjoy :)

-Jennifer

Even though I graduated college, I was always looking for an easy way to make a dollar. Let’s face it I was lazy, and proud of it. A friend of mine in college had a novel idea. He sought out businesses that might appear to discriminate, applied for a job with them, worked a few weeks then sued them for some alleged discrimination. In a lot of cases they wanted to avoid any bad publicity so they settled out of court, to my friends benefit. I had tossed that idea around, wandering if I should try it too.

PART 3

The car ride was a suffocating silence, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Brett’s gaze drifted to his thighs, encased in the silky smooth pantyhose that felt like a sensual caress against his skin.

The maid skirt and white lace seemed to mock him with their femininity, a constant reminder of the kiss he had shared with Ryan.

As he crossed one leg over the other, the swish of nylon was like a whispered secret, and the sleek black stilettos seemed to gleam with an air of seduction.

Ellie's Voice

© 2025 by Grace Ann Hansen

Chapter 5: The Name Game

Whispers of Change

Summer vacation crept in slowly, without fireworks or fanfare. The last school bell had rung, but the usual burst of excitement never showed up. No mad dash to the playground, no running barefoot in the grass. Just a quiet, heavy kind of peace that filled the house like thick summer air.

Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade

Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without.

The dinner was far better than Melissa had envisaged. It was made even better by Jack’s Father, Henry, who proved to be quite a raconteur.

Conference Room 5A, Blake Industries, Mountain Complex:
Patricia, Sara, Sasha, Ivy, Jake, Cindy, Beverly & Wendy, Commander Jake Williams, Billy, Tammy, and Sara all sat at a rectangular solid oak table. All of them had either tablets or laptops sitting in front of them. A silver computerized beach ball-sized ball floated near the front of the table where a woman with blonde hair wearing a pair of black wraps-around glasses stood. Another identical woman who looked just like the first one, without the black glasses sat on her right-hand side.