“I should be able to make up my mind by now, I’ve tried out like ten different girl names either online or in person.”

Allen and Jodie both stepped foot into the Transformation Salon. They went up to the reception desk and checked themselves in. They had an appointment, but they were a little early, so they went into the waiting area and sat down. While they waited, Jodie scrolled on her phone, casually talking about what they might do later. But Allen wasn’t really paying attention to what she was saying. No, he was thinking about how he got here. How any of this was even happening to him. He reflected back on how it all started…

Changing Roles
By Julie Dawn Cole
Chapter 20

Angeline finds much more of herself and her place with Wyatt and his realm as well as meets her sister as well as surprises.

"Don't give me any of that piffletwat!" I stormed. "You were laughing at me, you jerq!"

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~Jayde~

Not long after I arrived at David’s house. It was almost as rundown as the place I lived in. However, where the condition of my apartment complex was the owner’s fault, Dave’s house was his own. He said he inhaled inherited it from his father, and it was paid before he only needed to take care of the maintenance utilities and taxes. Yeah, that would be nice. I always felt a touch envious towards his situation.

“Lucky Bastard.” Was my normal quiet comment on the state of his living arrangements whenever they came up.

Changing Roles
By Julie Dawn Cole
Chapter 19

I had trouble at first holding the pages of the trade paperback open with my little hands, but after a few minutes of trial and error, I managed to get the hang of it, and started reading.

Delphine waved her hand dismissively. "He went to look for that idiot Amber."
After a quick glance around, she leaned in. "Listen to me, Max!
Do you want to know who Oswald is? Do you want to know why he's Amber's plus one?"

Chapter 1

My mother was not a happy person. I’m not saying that she was angry all the time, perhaps more like sad. As I grew up I found a new word which described her, morose.

She lived a normal life, looking after me and my dad. I sometimes caught her smiling at him but she never really smiled at me. She looked like she was smiling, sometimes, but the smile never reached her sad eyes.

A gong rang out declaring it was finally time for supper, which was a good thing, my stomach was about ready to start chomping on my kidneys and liver. Several doors opened up along the walls, and a stairway appeared in the floor, none of them gave any clue about which way led to food.

“That girl I saw earlier was you?” Tim demanded, looking aghast.

Making movies is sometimes like shooting craps in the dark. You don’t know if you’re winning or losing...

No map ever drawn, on earth, on sea, or in outer space,
has ever presented a cartographer as daunting a challenge
as the seating chart for a wedding reception.

Changing Roles
By Julie Dawn Cole
Chapter 17

Our conversation stopped with the arrival of the desert trolley that was filled with a variety of nice sweets and we both looked at each other waiting for the others reaction. Guilty pleasures to tempt us and an enthusiastic waiter who was refusing to move. ‘Ladies please let me tempt you with some of the specialities by our chef who has worked very hard today and awaits your feedback.’

“Maybe I’m pregnant?” she whispered in my ear before nibbling on it.