A bathroom stall. The ward bathroom — three stalls, the strip lighting humming above, the particular echo of hard surfaces. You are sitting on the toilet and you don't know how you got here. Early morning from the light under the stall door, the ward not yet fully awake. The gap between whatever came before and this stall on this morning is blank and featureless as the gaps always are.

The elevator opens and I step into the office. My shoes squeak against the linoleum, too loose, and my hips move with each step in a rhythm I'm not choosing. The receptionist gives me her usual nod.

The first thing is the seat.

Not pain — just wrongness, a soft pressure where there shouldn't be softness, the wooden chair coming up against sensitive and unfamiliar flesh, flesh that registers the hardness of the wood with a directness that makes you shift immediately, instinctively, your weight rolling forward onto your thighs. Better. Marginally. The underwear is wrong too — something silky, something that rides and gathers in ways that underwear shouldn't, the fabric light against skin that is reporting every thread of it.

You look at the table.

This story contains unwilling (if not necessarily unwanted) gender bending, as well as changes to the MC's mental state and reality. I wouldn't call what happens identity death, but there's definitely an identity shift. Still, it's mostly meant to be a heartwarming (and hopefully hot) story that I hope people will enjoy! 

A LITTLE EXTRA 2 - THE RECKONING by Suzie Dalkin

The continuation of a story from the less glamorous end of the film industry.

This is the first of two stories (so far) in what will eventually become a multipart tale that details Minnie’s full weekend!

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Chapter 1 – Pants, Shirt, and the Adventurer’s Guild, Meow

Steph strode into Greenbrook with determination, her grip tightening around the frayed remnants of her rope belt. She made a valiant effort to project an air of belonging, though it was a challenge when her long tail, elegantly adorned, was coiled around her waist like an ill-fitting seatbelt. The fabric of her robe clung precariously to her form, held together more by sheer hope than any practical fastening, fluttering at the slightest movement as she navigated the familiar streets.

Posting this a few days later than intended - what with getting Community Witch ready for publication, it's been a hell of a month!

My plan is to post the last 3 chapters every other Tuesday after this, and then I'll be posting chapters of a new project. :)

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The week that followed was one of the toughest he'd faced in many years.

Prelude: The Rise of Lián Xuě

They whispered her name in hushed tones long before she ascended to the throne, a name that danced on the lips of those who dreamed of power and destiny. Lián Xuě (蓮雪), the Lotus Snow, evoked images of serene beauty and ethereal grace, a rare bloom untouched by the harshness of the world.

Queen's Gambit - Chapter 5

© Copyright 2025 Maeryn Lamonte

'I do not mind the dresses. In all truth I derive a great deal of pleasure from the sensation of smooth silk against soft skin, and my appearance in the glass, once I have taken the time to make myself presentable, is as much a source of pleasure for me as for anyone else who might see me.

Chapter 4: First Summons

Just a bonus stand-alone story today! Enjoy!

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After a week spent in the ass-crack of nowhere tracking a hellbeast through a bug-infested swamp, Shadow couldn't wait to get back to civilization so he could have a meal he hadn't cooked, sleep in a proper bed, and have a bath that didn't leave him smelling like a bog. Shadow and his compatriots had spent all of yesterday tromping through the muck to get back to the only paved road that traversed the swamp, and most of today riding out of it.

Chapter 3: Living My Truth

The suggestion floated through the room like a playful breeze, a whisper of mischief carried on clouds of pillows and bursts of laughter. “Let’s venture to the garden,” someone declared, stretching languidly like a contented cat basking in the afternoon sun. “The lake is simply enchanting at this hour.”

The next morning, Tano woke up with a sense of anticipation instead of dread. The ache in his penis was pleasant rather than painful, and quickly turned to pleasure when he started touching himself. His pleasure quickly ran its course, and when it was over Tano was astonished by how clear-headed he felt.

Sequel to https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/97020/misadventures-t...

Lorek must have carried him out, because Tano didn't remember the trip back.

He woke up in the Duke's palace in a large feather bed, feeling only moderately like death, which was admittedly an improvement. When Tano groaned and forced his eyes open, he saw Doctor Banu - a gnome who had served as the Duke's personal physician for many years - sitting by the side of his bed.

"Ah! You're awake!" Banu exclaimed, his weathered, brown face crinkling into a smile that made him look like a dried apple.

Author's note: I forgot to publish chapter 7. I apologize and will publish it as so as I finish editing it.

Whenever Greg had a day like the one he had had today, he liked to pick up a new video game. Old, new, any genre, any console (for he owned them all) - none of that mattered. Just that he had some new story, some new world, to immerse himself in, to enable him to substitute this disappointing reality for a new iteration, where the goals were clear and defined, and all effort was duly rewarded. A neat, hand-crafted universe, all contained on a disc, cartridge, or as compressed digital memory on a hard drive.

Chapter 29: The Bond

David provided Thomas with their address, a simple string of numbers that would lead them to his home. Nestled in a quiet, unassuming neighborhood, the house exuded a charm that mirrored the Allen family's own. It was a humble abode, its façade warm and inviting, with light streaming through the windows and a well-tended garden framing the door. But for Yuqi, the exterior was merely a blur—her focus was elsewhere.

Author's note: My WoL is a non-binary viera.

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3.0 - AFTER THE VAULT

Count Edmont retired with his sons to mourn privately, but there was no escape to be found from his grief, or mine, within these walls - I couldn't stop hearing the clatter of Count Edmont's cane as it fell to the floor, and him with it.