Rainy Days in Amsterdam by Allexcited69

THE STORY IS PURELY A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL LIFE OR REAL PEOPLE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. THE STORY DEALS WITH FEMDOM FANTASIES, CHASTITY AND LOVE AND IS MEANT FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY.

It was rainy November here in Amsterdam.

Years since I last published anything I wrote. So this is going to be a semi-new thing for me. Let's see if I can give justice to MELANIE EZELL'S BIG CLOSET ULTIMATE WRITER'S CHALLENGE, the first week challenge:

1. In the Blink of an Eye

idea: Write a story with an instantaneous transformation. Aliens, magic, weird nanobots, the method is up to you, but the change is instant. Explore how the change affects the character's views of social situations and day to day activities.

Mission Impossible?

by Amber Lynn Kain

The yellow, convertible Mustang cruised along the straight stretch of highway, eating the miles. The 302 hummed quietly; its owner took very good care of the car. While not mechanically inclined, he appreciated a fine tuned machine. Arron made sure his "stang" was cared for. He smiled, turned up the CD player louder and pushed down on the gas pedal.

I decided to repost a few old stories of mine from Fictionmania over here before I start posting some new stories i've writen. This was my first posted TG story on Mindy's Sierra BBS way back for those who remember the old pre web days. I hope people can still enjoy this story. I'm really happy to be getting back into writing after a 10 year break and should be posting new material soon.

Birthday Wishes By Bruce

"Goodnight Claire, night Robert. Happy birthday Jess!!" yelled his aunt Nancy as Jessie Evans closed the door on the last of his party guests.

When I came on board the ship Acies Mentis, in Liverpool. I had one simple plan, desiring more than anything to finally to be out from under my mothers stern gaze and influence, I was to make myself a man. After being babied and pampered into the appearance of a proper young Lady, protected all my life in the atmosphere of my mother and auntie.

Chapter 1

I got in to the carriage of the tube, which was already pretty crowded, at the front of a large mass of people all trying to do the same thing. Standing room only, and not much of that. I flashed a quick smile at the man in front of me, before turning to take hold of a pole. More and more people pressed in after me and we ended up with everyone pressed against each other.

Rachel didn't choose her life, she just tried to live it. It's complicated

Rachel’s Complicated Life

Chapter One

Rachel Harris couldn’t sleep. Her nerves over the last week had been getting progressively worse. She tried to put the dread over the coming school year out of her mind, but she couldn’t. She lived in the small Texas town of Martinsburg, not far from the Fort Hood Army base.

by: Lesley Renee Charles

I woke up from a good night’s sleep. When I noticed a sudden heaviness an pulling on my chest. I looked down to find a nice pair of breasts. I also noticed I was not wearing my usual pajamas but I white lace nightgown.

I got out of bed and walked over to the mirror over the dressing table. What I saw reflected back to me was a beautiful young girl of about sixteen with dark hair and emerald green eyes.

 
Part I - The Homecoming

Kelly Grace arrives at his aunt's ranch during a college break. Will an unfortunate incident allow his sexy, feminine aunt to help him enjoy a "softer" side of life? Or will his masculine stubborness be too strong?

Author's note:

I started this over a year ago, and I need some encouragement if it is going to go anywhere.

So this is a warning: These three chapters is all I've written, and I can't promise regular updates, 'though the more favorable comments I receive, the more apt I am to write more.

The North American Federation is a place where the government has just enough authority to prevent anyone else from setting one up, and all sentients within its borders have the right to become citizens, and is inspired by L. Neil Smith's work.

With apologies to Clement C Moore and Theodore Geisel (aka Dr. Suess)

It was Christmas Eve night throughout my small house,
And my creatures were stirring including my pet mouse.
He, with the others, were running their feet,
Through hair stacked on wig stands I'd tried to keep neat.

It was really quite odd, but I guess you'd say funny,
I worried a lot 'cause, you know, wigs cost lots of money.
Mousie put on a show and caught me off guard,
He'd made little costumes from things I'd discard.

He was really quite cute, you could say he amazed me,

Nathan, a journalist, stumbles upon a web site for incredibly realistic female body suits while researching fetish wear. Convinced that they are fake, he goes along to a product launch to find out.

This story is intended to be the pilot to a series. It was mostly written before the movie Avatar came out, and has no connection to the movie.