Taller
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

Sometimes I wish I was shorter than him, but he says that he loves me the way I am. I am wearing heels in this shot, so he looks shorter than he is. But he says that he likes me to wear heels – they make my legs look even better.

“What the hell, Babe. Even without heels you are taller than me, so what do I care? Just be as beautiful as you can be.” That’s him. That’s my man.

Crying

To those who helped I give my blessing.
To the rest, may you one day receive what you deserve,
On my deathbed, alone as always,

Occulta puella. [Hidden Girl]

Jason was a 20 year old living in the heart of michigan. He’d been growing his long, thick blonde hair out for 3 years now, and it reached his mid back. He usually loved brushing his hair, as well as wearing it in a high ponytail, but he had an issue: It looked too plain. He fantasized about the long layered bangs that women wore, and wondered how it would feel like to have those. He loved the bangs that hung from their hair when they wore it in claw clipped styles, but never had the courage to try to get one of those cuts

So I was very bored today, and I was watching Prime Video, with its amazing collection of B Disaster films. Then I got to thinking about the Take Your Daughter to Work Day Challenge.

How hard would it be to use the ready-made outline of B Disaster Movies for this idea? It's a very simple outline, I know. Still, it's there, and obviously not copywritten, because EVERY B Disaster Movie uses the same outline! A ready-made outline! Yay!

Domesticity
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

I love to cook. I learned how to when I was laid off and my wife Jane became the principal breadwinner.

“Let me keep house for a bit,” I told her. “I will keep looking for a job, but until I get one there is plenty I can do at home.”

It turned out that there is plenty to do, and that does not give time for job hunting.

My Muse’s Tale of Abduction

“Jiang, what has you so excited? It’s really urgent?”

“Just watch the video, all I ask, Ranveer.”

“Ok, somebody on the Great Wall of China, walking funny, big deal?”

“Our recognition engine gait-matches this video from Badaling to what you gave us from Roosevelt Island.”

“Oh! They came to China too?”

“Probably when they checked out our ‘uranium.’ But that’s not what I wanted to show you. Their illusion only covered visible light; look at the terahertz and infrared images! You see their real shape!”

The Greenville Mall was like most rustic malls. Two major anchor stores and a concourse running between them. With the concourse being filled with varies name brand boutiques such as Rue18 and Forever 21 and oddly enough an Gothic Topic. The two major anchor stores were JCPenney and Belk. Belk's was located on the east hand side of the mall and JC Penny's was located on the west hand side of the mall. Aunt Cat decided that JC Penny's would hold greater promise for the gown she wanted me to wear and of course the bathing suit too. I can't forget the bathing suit either.

Dropping the Javelin
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

This was back in the day when we were competing with Russian athletes on the world stage. Everybody knew that they were drug cheats, but the strange thing is that they were sourcing a lot of their muscle advancing hormones from right here in the states.

Walking over, I sat on the bench and looked over.
"Happy New Year Daddy. Been a while since the last time we talked so I thought I would swing by and catch you up."

A New Hobby
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

The fact is that when Toby and I fell out of that tree both our mothers said that we needed to find a new hobby – something to keep us busy and wear off the “excessive energy” and something not dangerous and preferably inside where they could keep an eye on us. One of them said, or maybe both of them did – “If only they were girls, we could have them enter those tweeny beauty contests!”

Peter Rabbit - The Next Day
Copyright 2022 by Heather Rose Brown

I'd recently been thinking about "The Tale of Peter Rabbit" by Beatrix Potter, and started wondering what would happen the day after Peter's adventure's in Mr McGregor's garden. That musing turned into the following vignette. Enjoy! :)

Principal’s office. A tired looking woman is shown in. The Principal rises and welcomes the woman.

Principal: I’m very sorry to have had to ask you to come here Mrs Dupont but we have received complaints from several parents regarding your daughter in the locker room.

Mrs Dupont (sighing and near to tears): Oh, no not AGAIN! Why can’t they let sweet little Bobbie alone. She has not harmed anyone. And I thought the court order would have settled all that. It clearly states that Bobbie is a GIRL!

Just a quicky...

Lately, I heard a mother shout to her daughter "Go! Get changed!" at the local swimming pond.
This triggered my funny bone and fantasy. Add to this someone here on BC stating he/she/they
wanted to pack a transformation into 500 or 1000 words and write it in one run through...

... and you get the background for this piece of ???
Have fun!

My Very Own Doll
A Small Plastic Fantasy
By Maryanne Peters

This is what she looked like when I first met Nat. She was striking poses just like this one. Working the costume just beautifully. The plastic sheen on the shaved legs was a great touch. The hair and the breasts were not real then. They are now.

I look at my skin which has lost of its elasticity of youth. I think about my long gone missing teeth and the dentures that have taken their place. My lost muscle tone and the tight buttocks that women told me were so attractive have long gone as have most of those women, for few women, never mind men, live to my age. At a hundred and five, despite my good health, and reasonable faculties, I am an old and decrepit man staring death in the face because my heart is finally giving way to time. I have at most three months left, and you can’t imagine how grateful I was to receive that information.

Forget About It
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

We have all heard the word “amnesia” and we think that we know what it means. It seems to be a go-to device in every television drama – somebody stumbles with no memory of their past. Well, it is very rare in this form, and usually accompanied by some other mental impairment from a serious injury. The idea of the otherwise untouched victim is a myth.

The night was bitter cold. The snow was softly falling as she walked up the narrow street of Montmartre hill in Paris. The plain brown working dress and shawl she wore gave her little protection from the cold. Even the multitude of petticoats seemed to trap the cold air against her cotton stockings.

She didn’t care. She was determined to see this through. For her, for them.

"I don't deserve this....do I"

*-*-*-*- Teek's Mini-Story Collection -*-*-*-*
 

First Snow By Teek © January 14, 2022

Summary: A little girl has a mission as the first snow falls.

I’ve only ever had one friend; a woman twenty-odd years older than myself who definitely was a woman who appreciated a little male company from time to time, even overnight occasionally.