Dan Becomes Dawn – Part 2

By Kathi Jo Daniels

Chapter Eight: Time for Work
Sunday, September 12, 2004

I woke Sunday morning, got up, made the bed, showered, shaved, and put on panties and a bra. After applying makeup, I chose an elbow-sleeve A-line dress in white with blue panels and shoulders with white sandals. Then my wig and finished with small hoop earrings. I packed everything, and put my suitcases by the bedroom door.

Taking my computer to the kitchen, I said, "Good morning, Roger. How are you today?"

This is the 3rd of 7 parts (story is now complete on my patreon) but I may continue to post in this universe with prequels, spin offs and other stories in the future.
https://www.patreon.com/c/SissyGirlSammi
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Immersed
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

People used to laugh when I said that I played competitive underwater hockey. They thought I was joking, like there was no such thing. But there are hundreds of clubs in North America and regional competitions as well. There are regional teams that play off for a state title and even international teams that compete against other nations.

Hey guys I had help with AI when asking about what it would be like for Clark and friends to have received letters to join Hogwarts but as 3rd year students since the Hogwarts Legacy game states its possible to join as a 5th year. Clark and his friends Lana, Lois and Kara are all about 14 or so and going to Hogwarts instead of Smallville where they would have been Freshmen otherwise.

CLARK KENT GOES TO HOGWARTS

Chapter 1: The Hogwarts Express

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A Vignette
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Persuaded
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Lord Brett Sinclair drove his Aston Martin up to the front portico of the Hotel Barrière Le Majestic in Cannes and threw the keys to the valet, Maurice.

“Welcome back, Lord Sinclair,” said Maurice, opening the door for the British peer, a regular visitor in the past

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on my sister’s bedroom. I stood there, my heart pounding, staring at the reflection in the mirror. My sister’s pink sundress clung to my slender frame, the fabric smooth against my skin. I had always been drawn to her clothes, to the way they made me feel… different. Not like Taylor, the boy. But like someone else. Someone I couldn’t quite name yet.

This is one of my "houswife and sex" stories. If this sort of thing offends you please don't read.

An unhappy crossdresser answers and advert for a man looking for a "special" wife.

I arrived at his house and pulled into his driveway. My 20 year old Ford Focus looks very shabby next to the Mercedes and the Tesla on the large gravel drive. The house is huge and screams money. My stomach doing back flips just thinking about what may happen.

Maria snuggles against Grace and pulls Hawk’s arm closer to her body. She felt safer sleeping between both women. After everything that was done to her by the human traffickers that brought her up from Brazil. She wanted to feel safe again.

She buries her face against Grace’s back and shivers. She feels Hawk’s naked body press against her back, sandwiching her between the two naked women. She starts to relax and slowly fall back to sleep. She felt warm and safe between the two women that saved her from a life of sexual slavery.

And the winner is …

I had always been a strong supporter of the cheerleading squad at high school. My best friend, Sally, was a cheerleader. Sally and I had been best friends ever since we moved into the house next to hers when she and I were four years old.

“Hey, Mistress, wait up!” Adam yelled from the dining hall entrance. Evidently he had been distracted by someone or something as we left. I had barely noticed, occupied instead by an increasing number of ideas for what to do with our walk to the library. My original plan had been to have a little harmless fun testing his suggestibility on the way, check out Dr. Mattice’s book once we got there, and try to find a quiet place to complete the conditioning removal procedure. I could send him on his way deprogrammed and none the wiser, no real harm done except taking up some of his evening.

Irresistible
A Vignette
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Perhaps because my staff were always giving me a hard time about my old-fashioned manners and conservative style of dress, I was in favor of a diversity hire. We had two races other than white covered, so when I was looking for a new secretary the office manager put forward a candidate she described as “gender non-conforming”. I thought that it would be to test me, so I had no choice but to go through with an interview.