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Foreign influence: part 26

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thirty nine

Another night in the arms of my friend and future lover did wonders to my spirit. It was so nice to be able to move freely without any fear of causing a strange reaction seeing me naked. Grishka was a wonder of patience and I actually surprise myself, too, being so very restrained with anything but and occasional kiss. But both of us knew it was worth the wait. When he had showered I sent Grishka into the kitchen to make coffee so that I’d have the opportunity to put on Frau Holzer’s dress with all the appropriate undergarments and surprise Grishka with it. The guys at Davidwache, too were in for a surprise. I could not help giggling.

Hit'n those notes... Chapter 6

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Wednesday, March 28th 12:13 AM
Tyler slowly moved the arm, then leg he had slung over my body as we cuddled while coming down from our sexual highs. The warmth of his skin on mine was mesmerizing to me and I wondered if he felt anywhere near the same as I did. I watch him sit up, look back at me, and smile, "I wish I could stay longer, but Dana will probably think I got abducted or something ridiculous like that... I'm sorry, I should probably go."

Mother and Daughter, part 10

“Ugh, feels SO good, knowing I’m not going to be back at work until Tuesday!” Meredith sighed happily as she removed her name badge and tossed it into her locker. “I mean, yes, it’s only a three day weekend, but it’s a good one, you know.”

“Oh- no arguments here!” Janet giggled, removing her own name badge and pulling on her warm winter coat. “Shannon? You looking forward to the big day?”

“Definitely,” the shy blonde girl replied, giggling as she pulled on the woolen reindeer-themed sweater, much to the delight of her friends.

Model Makers 22: Understanding

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CHAPTER IX


UNDERSTANDING

David knew he was skating on thin ice with Comm Tech. He let his lab go while he went down to Karen's lab every night and back to the hospital to be with Karen through the day. This way he hoped no one would get suspicious about the duplicates coming out of Karen's lab. The only reason the board didn't fire him was they thought he was able to do what all the computer engineers couldn't. That was make models almost as good if not as good as Karen made.

The Only Boy in School

Some time ago Barbie Lee sort of challenged me in one of her blogs (https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/blog-entry/78714/illegal-make...).
At the time I was not really in a shape to do anything about it and didn’t get a silly enough idea. Let’s see if this is silly enough. As for those who think I write too short stories: This is the longest I have posted here. It's also more narrative than most of them.

12 years from now.

My fiancée Mary and I were spending a quiet day in my flat when the door-bell rang. When I opened the door I found Tom, well really Thomasine, my fiancées tomboy younger sister there in tears and carrying among other things the ruins of her prom dress. As it turned out not only her dress had been destroyed. Andrea, their bratty freshman brother, had totally flipped out and hadn’t stopped at the dress but also destroyed Tom’s jewelry and even got in a cut or two with a pair of scissors in Tom’s hair. She looked a mess. All she had left were her shoes and panties and the prom was only a few hours away. Disaster!

There was only one thing to do. I went into my bedroom and got out MY old prom dress.

Mary (rather upset): Peter, why do you have that dress?

I was rather surprised. I thought she knew. This could be awkward. Well, we’ll take care of that problem later. Now we had more important things to take care of. As I started to check if my dress could fit Tom I absentmindedly answered:

- It’s my old prom dress. I graduated from West Peak.

Mary (with a gasp): The infamous West Peak Academy for Young Ladies?

Well, some may call it infamous. I prefer famous. A fame that I’m proud to be partially responsible for. You see, I’m the only boy ever to graduate from that high school/boarding school.

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Adrenaline surged...daring every sensory organ in my body to absorb the tiniest nuances of my first day out in public dressed as a woman. I touched the velvety skin on my wife's arm. "I'm so lucky!"

"Lucky?" Nicole shook her head in obvious bewilderment. "You've always wanted to be a woman," she had accurately said nearly eight months ago.

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Eve, born Evan Nichols, lived a lie for 28 years before finally deciding to do something about it. She knew becoming a woman would cause pain and emotional distress, but you can't prepare for everything...especially not romance.

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High School Honors Student Shannon has a new psychology teacher with a plan that might get Shannon in trouble - and change his life forever!

Is it going to be good or bad for the reluctant Shannon to pose as a girl for a semester? And what about Shannon's friends and family?

Teenage angst is not always this confusing! With a murder mystery, too!

Five for Fifty

“No matter what happens … no matter whether or not you grant my wish … I just want to say how much I appreciate your friendship. You’ve been kind and patient and compassionate, helpful and honest and … most of all … been there when I’ve needed you. Thank you.”

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by Maggie the Kitten

String of Pearls

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Miao Ling Grace and Siobhan Llewellyn are seemingly destined to be together. The pair learn later that Grace's brother Cretein and a girl he meets in college, Justine MacNamara, are integral to that destiny in ways that defy mere coincidence.

Though my first installment is easily acceptable to general audiences, later installments will have sections meant for adults only. That is to say:
At times, this story is not safe for work and truly not acceptable reading for those under 18.

Please enjoy my first story on Big Closet and feel free to leave comments of constructive criticism. I won't cry in my tea over some good advice. 8)

- Eclectic Kitty

Foreign influence: part 25

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thirty seven

The news about Mrs. Myers was not good when it came. Her husband had seriously injured her and she would need to stay another night at the hospital. I told Kerstin to take a statement and ask her, if she wanted to press charges, then come back with the result. As soon as I had put down the receiver I picked it up again and called Winston. He was all but pleased at the news.
“If the wife will press charges, I think we can send him back under guard.” he said “So check with her on that. Otherwise you’ll have to charge him here under German law and see where that leads, I am sorry to say.”
“OK, I replied, I’ll ring my DA.” and as an afterthought “Have you heard anything about the American assassin we have caught here shooting at Angela, my sidekick?”

Foreign influence: part 24

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thirty five

Veronika and Oleg arrived about half an hour later. Veronika was still not quite calmed down, but Oleg had at least gotten the fact across, that Angela was alive. I hugged Vroni as she stood in the door and kissed her last tears away.
“Vroni, I am so sorry to have forgotten about you coming back and to have missed informing you!”
“It’s OK, Moni, you probably had a lot on your mind. How did you cope?”
“Well, there was Professor Doehn, to start with and everybody else was just marvellous, too. But it was hard nevertheless. But now she is on the mend and will be home in a couple of weeks. I’ll tell the whole story tonight at Wohltorf, where you will meet some very interesting people. But I invited you not only so that you hear the story, but also to get a bit distracted, too.”

Foreign influence: part 23

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thirty three

Biggi showed up soon afterwards and had to be told what happened. I had decided not to tell her the whole truth. I did not want her to worry. Sasha – of course – had already heard it. When Grishka and I had finished the tale as a natural death Biggi was relieved in two respects: I had not killed the bastard but he was dead nevertheless.

Foreign influence: part 22

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thirty one

The drive was uneventful and appeared very long, but we reached Berlin at about six. Grishka wanted to go to the embassy first, to make some calls and so pretty soon the embassy's gates closed behind our car. As we left the car and entered the building we almost bumped into a man whom I took to be Alexander Saitzew, the ambassador, but I got some doubt when he greeted Grishka with:
"Grishka, you old scoundrel, where have you been?" and then added with a significant glance at me "And who is your pretty friend?"

Foreign influence: part 21

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twenty nine

The press conference over I had a bit of breathing space. Sure, I would have to work with Wolfram on the paperwork for the demand for extradition from wherever he might get apprehended, even though we were both certain that once he got to Russia he'd be out of reach. I introduced Grishka to him and Wolfram was impressed. Grishka confirmed that once in Russia the guy that called himself Vlad Dracul would be free to do what he pleased. But we could make it as difficult as possible for him to get there. Wassilij was a major trump in our game, he said.

Foreign influence: part 20

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twenty six

The news from Grishka about Sergeij must have been good, because Sasha was smiling when I finally got time to talk to her.
“Oh mamushka, she gushed, he is better and coming to Hamburg soon to see us!”
“That certainly is good news, honey,” I answered “But how on earth did you get Angela's Glock?”
“I was still in the office, mamushka. They surprised her coming from were the Stempels should have been and knocked her out. They did not even bother to search her, they felt so confident.”

By the Seaside

It was meant to be a typical week in a caravan at a British seaside resort: booze, birds and bonking. But when Gavin wakes up after their first drunken evening, he finds a Y-gina locked on his genitals, and he desperately needs to remove it.

Caution: This story contains language typical of many young British men; in other words, lots of swearing, including colloquial references to genitalia.

Foreign influence: part 19

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twenty five

The next morning I was surprised when we got down to breakfast to find Hugo Walther sitting there with a nice lady whom I assumed to be his wife. Since I did not know what to make of it I asked Esme if she would help me assess the couple. She grinned from ear to ear and whispered:
“Oh Monika, what a treat to know you! What an adventure, of course I'll help.”

Foreign influence: part 18

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twenty four

After our intervention with the Hells Angels everything went very quiet. We got regular updates from Domenica and the girls from Monika Bar, but other than that there was no more news about the Russian invasion. The Angels were quiet and trouble among the organised pimps seemed to have died down. Harry commented on my influence in the district and said he'd requested our unit to become a regular unit at Davidwache and me being in charge of the precinct in his absence. That way we both got some relaxing time, Klaus taking over from me when he and Bernd replaced the Stempels to give them a break and Hannelore and Marina took over my and Angela's role, while my sweetheart's former colleagues had to get used to her being the boss' sidekick when Harry was on leave.

Foreign influence: part 17

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twenty three

I had thought about how to make contact with the Hell's Angels for a while until I remembered Duke. When I had been eighteen I had bought myself a 750 cc BMW motorbike in the attempt to prove to myself that I was a real man. Dr. Baumann would be very interested to hear about this, I thought, another memory I had not yet connected. Riding around Hamburg on a big bike like that, black with two additional headlights on the bars protecting the cylinders and big leather army saddlebags, only an old English fighter pilots hat on my head I had attracted the attention of Duke, a lone cowboy who was nevertheless the expert on choppers. In spite of being about ten years my senior he had sought my friendship and we had mended or converted some bikes together, including mine. He had helped me to make the BMW into a chopper as much as that was possible with the boxer engine.

Foreign influence: part 16

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twenty one

As soon as we were home Angela put some water on for a coffee and told Marina and me to sit down in the lounge. Then, as an afterthought, she asked:
“Showers anyone?”
Both Marina and I nodded. Marina looked at me and said:
“You first, Boss.”
I did not discuss. I was only too glad to be able to wash some of the experience away. Angela told me to throw all my clothes out to be washed and that she'd get me some comfort stuff to wear. As I got out of the shower she was ready with a large soft towel, a white body and the cashmere sweater and my favourite skirt. While I got dressed Marina had her go in the shower and was also given some fresh clothes. Then we both were fed a large Vodka each and a mug of coffee. Angela produced a box of Belgian truffles out of nowhere, where was she hiding stuff like that? and slowly Marina and I came to our senses again.

Hate thy neighbor

"So would you like to explain what happened"? Detective Woods asked as he sat across from me.

He offered me a cigarette but even though I had been through hell for the past two years I wasn't a smoker before and I wasn't one now.

"Look you need to tell me something, anything that can be used to help you" he said looking at me almost pleading.

"Where should I start"? I asked.
"The beginning I guess" he said lighting his cigarette.

“The Best Damn Thing” Section 11: “Nobody’s Home” (starter)

Nobody’s Home

I guess it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise that I was sent home after a severe berating by the police and my parents telling me how I needed to straighten up and right. I kind of took their choice of words a bit too personal.

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.

Hit'n those notes... Chapter 4

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Tuesday, March 27th 6:11 PM
"Hey Brea... How's it going?"

As much as I wanted to really speak my mind, needed too for my own sanity and to keep from spiraling into a dark place, I decided it was probably best to go with a generic answer since I didn't know Blake all that well, "It's going pretty good." I hoped I sounded like I believed my own answer.

Blake raised an eyebrow, "You sure? You don't sound very convincing."

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.

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?"

The Patient

The Patient
[March 2019, Challenge - Round 3]

"Just one more step, Joanna…” Sky’s encouragement was as much to keep her own spirits buoyed as to keep the teen focused on her rehabilitation.  In Joanna, Sky saw the reincarnation of her own daughter and hoped her patient’s fate would be different.

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.

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."

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 Tourist

The Tourist
[March 2019, Challenge - Round 2]

“Lovely isn’t it?” says the tourist with his camera aloft, holding it steady. The shutter clicks in rapid succession. "I’ve traveled here many times before and the view never disappoints me."

I see it differently. It was never sunny, though I’d been here on the clearest of days. I usually came here after those rough days. Today, I had to lecture about my transition. Living it was one thing. Explaining it to students was another. Sometimes, I wonder to myself if it was worth it.

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.

Malt and Hops 3

Two middle aged ladies clattered with confidence into the lounge carrying shopping bags and handbags. “Hello dear!” the first one said, without a care. “We’ve come to see Charles, is he in? I hope you don’t mind, we saw the lights were on and there was someone in the lounge.”

Charlie rapidly realised that while his Aunty Lilly had not immediately recognised him, the other lady, his mother surely would.

‘Sink or swim’ thought Charlie. “He’s here, please sit down both of you.”

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.

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