Some times you find yourself experiencing Emotional turmoil, for me it helps to vent these feelings onto the written page or in my case the typed word; sometimes those words do such a wonderful job of conveying your inter turmoil that they nag at you until you finally share them. The form these words take would cause many to worry for the person who wrote them, TO all who read this I am in no immediate danger and 39 days have dulled the hurt SO without further ado "You Say Good Morning"

Warning. This chapter and following chapters in its "thread" will contain some sexual situations, BDSM and other "kink". Nothing that outrageous, but there will be some.

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He found it while exploring the woods one day.

He thought he heard voices. Between that and the twinges he was getting from his bondage he decided it was best to get off the trail.

He'd decided to try getting closer to the foot of the cliff. He couldn't be sure through the trees, but it looked like there wasn't a talus slope here.

It was odd, he'd have sworn there wasn't a place like that around here. He'd been digging through the local woods for years and surely he'd have noticed?

To his amazement, he suddenly stepped into a cleared area. Just some moss on the ground, then a bunch of waist high stones in a arc from the cliff. It was odd. Not only wasn't there a talus slope, but the stones weren't the basalt that all the local rock was.

He was just noticing the stones inside the arc and the large opening in the cliff when he heard the voices again.

"I'm sure I saw someone! And they were naked!"

Germany, November 1938. The country is about to go to war. There is hate because of the "traitors" of the first world war. How is a father going to keep his son from the sickness?

I'll admit it. I shouldn't have treated her badly. But what did I do to deserve this?

Suzanne was a liberal feminist. We got along quite well for a while. Until, I complemented her. I simply stated that she had a cute butt. Since then, we hadn't talked much.

One night while my parents were away, I got wasted. I went onto Instagram and began to comment on Suzanne's pictures.

"I want to fuck you in the ass and shove my shit covered cock into your mouth, you whore!"

She replied, " WTF, Ryan!!?!?!? I thought we were friends!"

Ok I could do this. It wouldn't be very hard. But what would I say? Ugh idk.

I grabbed my phone.

"Sheila, I don't think we should be together any more. I am breaking up with you," I texted. Alright, blocked, time to move on with my life and play video games.

It's not that I didn't like Sheila, it's just that her and her mother always were strange. They were weirdly obsessed with Secrets. Sheila would slap me if I wanted to know anything about her life.

In year 2232, the Earth is now ruled by Amazon women after an alien female Amazon force invaded our planet and made females superior , stronger and smarter . At age of 16yrs. Boys will be told of a selection process my friends and I am due to for selection .
this my story how my friends and I lives were changed forever and the people around us as the Amazons rule earth

7 Boys Re-education and Training Camp
***************(Simon's point of view)*****

the year is 2090 earth has been at war on and off the amazon have decided it time to leave earth and live some where else the Queen of Amazons point of view first then Commander Jamison's view this is before the future has now changed now Amazon women rule it

**********(queen point of view)

In year 2232, the Earth is now ruled by Amazon women after an alien female Amazon force invaded our planet and made females superior , stronger and smarter . At age of 16yrs. Boys will be told of a selection process my friends and I am due to for selection this my story how my friends and I lives were changed forever and the people around us

3. school and Selection Decision time

In year 2232, the Earth is now ruled by Amazon women after an alien female Amazon force invaded our planet and made females superior , stronger and smarter . At age of 16yrs. Boys will be told of a selection process my friends and I am due to for selection .this my story how my friends and I lives
were changed forever and the people around us

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” I say happily, clinking my wine glass with that of the sexy guy opposite me. I’m dressed in a short, slinky black dress, translucent seamed stockings and extra-high heels (much to my boyfriend’s chagrin), whilst the handsome man opposite me is wearing a smart suit with a bright white shirt and a plain grey tie.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Stuart says, sipping his wine with one hand whilst his other hand links his fingers with mine. “This is absolutely PERFECT.”

"Ladies and gentlemen," the posh English accent announced over the airplane’s tannoy, "I'd like to thank you for flying Soixante-Trois airlines, and on behalf of the company, I'd like to wish you all a safe stay in Paris and a very Merry Christmas!"

Hook Shot

by

Paula Dillon

What can a simple game of 'Make It Take It' lead to. Surely it can't change a life or several lives can it.

Growing Up Kitty
By Paul Calhoun

A teenage boy in a dystopian future has had some bodily development frozen at a younger age due to a medical mixup, and when he sees his similarly affected cousin he's crushed on for years has left her swimsuit in the changing room he goes in to touch it and finds a lot more.

I personally do like ageplay, but also understand that though I consider it only a vehicle for a form of transgression that is difficult to replicate anywhere other than underage that underage is also a big issue these days. I think that the setting I put it in and the method I used to make him SEEM younger actually improves the narrative because there's the transgressive element of being somewhere people would chase him away from as well as the element that he really ought to be able to go and usually can't because of his appearance.

Request for :iconmeioubunny:

Tim tolerates his job as a car salesman to support his girlfriend Anne in her career ambitions but at some point things must change for both of them.

(Originally posted to Fictionmania on 11/05/2014, I decided to bring it over here with some minor edits. It could benefit from a rewrite but at some point stories have to be allowed to stand as they are.)

Author's Note: The following is a story that I proposed as a challenge on my blog. Alyssa Paige, Mindi Harris, and myself are all published writers who specialize in forced feminization stories. I suggested that it might be fun to do a round robin where we took turns writing in roughly 500 word chunks through fifteen rounds. I started, Alyssa was second, and Mindi was third. The following story takes us through part 8 of the story.
I hope you enjoy.
--Kylie

Thirty-Two Flavors Part 1

“To Viks!” The five of us toast, clinking our glasses of champagne (or in Charlotte’s case, non-alcoholic champagne) together.

“Seriously, you guys,” Viks complains, “my birthday isn’t until tomorrow!”

“Yeah, but we’ve got to share you with a BOY tomorrow,” Hannah giggles. “Tonight it’s all girls, girls, girls!”

“And on that topic,” Mary giggles, “Jamie, where the hell did you get those amazing nails?” I laugh as I wave my extra-long fingernails for the girls, highlighting the shiny black polish that’s been applied to each one.

“I dunno man,” Keith moans as we fight together on a virtual battlefield. “I just feel that I should be there, you know? I mean, it is MY child…”

“It’s your decision,” I say. “You know Charlotte would love to have you there, it’s just whether or not you could stand being in the same room as her for a prolonged period of time…”

“You know, it’s funny,” Keith sighs. “For all she did… I do still love her.”

“PLEASE tell me you’re not going to crawling back to her…” I moan as I take a swig of my full-fat coke.

I straighten my short black pencil skirt and my clingy, translucent tights as I jump in the back of the pink London cab. I slip my stiletto heels off and stretch my tired toes, satisfied that a hard day’s work is complete.

“Don’t let those toes get too comfortable,” Viks teases as she gets in the driver’s seat. “Aren’t they going to be supporting your entire bodyweight later tonight?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” I mock-groan. “I mean, it’s not that I DON’T like ballet, it’s just- haven’t I worked hard enough today?”

I take a deep breath as I enter the vast hospital and quickly find my way to the clean private room, briefly stopping when I see the middle-aged man stood outside.

"Hi Mark!" I say to the smartly-dressed man, who greets me with a handshake and a smile.

"Hello Stuart!" The man warmly replies. "Jamie's currently being seen by her nurse, but she should done any minute."

"That's why you're out here instead of in there, then?" I chuckle.