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Chapter 20
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Trash knuckle was on the edge of the neutralizing field when it had formed. By the time his flying powers had come back, the towering man was badly hurt from crashing into the side of Striga Isle and in need of medical help, regardless of his criminal background.

Author's Note: We are about halfway done with the first story written for this trilogy, word-count-wise. I had written this as a teaser of the second story, the prequel. I hope you enjoy this foresight into how the supergroup had formed, and get a laugh or three out of this chapter. In any case, thank you for reading.

As we ate, a question occurred to me. “Couldn’t we -- couldn’t someone
take my corrupted profile and fix it? Or take one of me now and edit it,
to change me from female back to male?”

Chapter One - It's Just Not Fair!

In the nineteen seventies only ten percent of airline stewards were male and It was almost impossible to get a job as a male steward. Christopher Nyland's credentials were impeccable but he couldn't even get an interview. He wanted to be a flight steward more than anything else in the world. How far would he go to get the job? Would he consider presenting himself as female...and even if he was brave enough to do so...how would he go about it?

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Chapter 15
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The whole group, a party of eight, met in the northern end of Siren’s Gauntlet an hour before dawn, a mostly-abandoned business district that was supposed to be torn down and renovated into an amusement park, though that was before the heroes and villains turned it into a perpetual battle zone along with the Vambracemen and Arachne Regime on opposite ends. The group of heroes and mages had to watch their step, and hope no one would come after them.

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Chapter 14
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“Hey, you made it!” said Princess Undercut to War Lagoon, who entered the meeting room where she and Psi Wizard had been waiting.

War said, “I’m more surprised that you’re here, Tatiana. I thought you had work today.”

“I called in a favor from my big brother. He’s filling in for me at work, because there’s no way I’m missing this. Someone called for a party, and I'm here.”

“Still no sign of Warren, huh?”

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Chapter 12
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The crack of dawn on a Wednesday morning was deceptively calm for the city of Paragon. The main road leading to the Founder’s Creek police station was no different.

Maryann chose to change that.

She burst through the front doors of the station, towing two frightened men by the lasso she had bound them with. With her abrupt entrance, Mary said, “Hello, Paragon’s finest! I’ve come bearing gifts.”

Chapter Four - Retribution

Steven confronts his Aunt Beatrice and is surprised at her response. Abigail's past comes back to haunt her with catastrophic results.

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Chapter 10
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Kyra ran to the back of the dancing studio toward her mother, who was lying on the ground. “Mom!” she called out.

Her mother looked as though she had taken a beating. She barely breathed.

Hours later, they were at the hospital, and the doctors assured Kyra that her mom would be alright. It wasn’t right at all. Not two days had passed since they had last talked, and Kyra entered the studio hoping to break the silence that had lasted since their ferry ride.

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Chapter 08
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Max opened the door. “Mistress?” he whispered, with Sean standing behind him.

They found Maryann and Genine lying on the bed, the latter still clothed and alive while Mary’s skin had returned to normal, and her wings had retracted. Both slept, but their mistress heard Max. She placed a finger over her lips. Maryann’s smile was assuring, but her eyes were sad.

Genine gasped then. Repeatedly. She sat up with wide eyes when a moan escaped her lips. She looked around the room, and leapt out of bed.

Chapter Three - Beatrice McLennan

Abigail and Beatrice become friendlier and Beatrice reveals her concerns about her nephew Steven. Is this the time for Abigail to reveal her shocking secret?

After a long hiatus, a group of eccentric superheroes reunite in Paragon City. Some changes take a long time to happen, some are sudden, some are more permanent, and one of the heroes is about to find out how true that is. It is a story of change and redemption.

“Don’t worry!” she said with a laugh. “This was a very common test, way back when.
It was often mentioned in comedy routines of that era, so I’m sure that it doesn’t hurt at all.
In fact, from what I read, some men quite enjoyed it.”

Santa’s Helper (Sexy!) With Boots : 5 / 6

An Altered Fates Story
By Iolanthe Portmanteaux

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ve been through a lot in the past few days -- I mean, the past DAY --
but I have to say, I haven’t seen my face look that sad in a long time.
What’s wrong?”

Mein Name ist Jess.

Ich bin ein 17 Jahre alter Junge, der einfach durchschnittlich ist.

Ich sehe nicht besonders gut aus und komme bei den Mädchen auch nicht sonderlich gut an.

Was mich allerdings schon immer fasziniert hat, sind Badeanzüge.

Zum Glück weiß nur niemand davon, sonst wäre das Gelächter in der Schule ziemlich groß.

Die Mädchen sehen in ihren Badeanzügen im Schwimmunterricht immer so geil aus, dass ich meine Erektion bei diesem Anblick immer wieder schwer zurückhalten muss.

Chapter One - On The Run

When Mike Harris steals over two million dollars from a mob boss he has to go on the run and assume a secret identity. He transforms into his female alter ego Rachel Coulotte. But being a sexy attractive transvestite can have consequences, as Rachel discovers.

Martina's and Aunt Miriam's enjoyment in hitting home runs pays off unexpectedly in an important mathematical breakthrough.

Martina, formerly Martin, after overcoming some trepidation, enthusiastically participates with Aunt Miriam in a range of fun third base activities.

Santa’s Helper (Sexy!) With Boots : 1 / 6

An Altered Fates Story
By Iolanthe Portmanteaux

It was one of those cheap Halloween costumes, the type that’s sexy this or sexy that.
Sexy policewoman, sexy nurse, sexy maid, sexy devil. What they all had in common
was a short skirt to show lots of leg, a low neckline to show lots of cleavage, and
tight panties to show lots of... well, lots of those brightly-colored panties.