Mezmerize

Part 3

Four weeks after emerging as a girl, Lydia took Alicia to the school for cheerleader try-outs. Every red-blooded teenage boy in the school found some excuse to be on the athletic field while the cheerleader try-outs were held. As the football coach had learned through years of experience, it was impossible for his players to work out while the cheerleader try-outs were being conducted. The result was that close to a hundred fifty horny guys and the equally horny football coach were lounging about while the trials were conducted. The guys were far from silent, never hesitating to whistle or let forth with cat-calls as the cute cheerleaders and prospective cheerleaders gathered for the try-outs. The cheerleading coach actually encouraged this since the lusty attentions quickly weeded out those girls who would be too embarrassed to perform in front of crude boys.

Alicia wore a snug light pink angora short sleeved sweater that hugged her slim torso and accentuated her ample provocative breasts. A hot pink mid-thigh pleated cotton mini skirt swirled enticingly as she ambled to the registration table. A hot pink ribbon tied into a bow secured her bouncy ponytail at the back of her head while light pink cotton anklets and hot pink sneakers completed her attractive ensemble. The guys hooted and hollered and at least a dozen guys yelled out asking for a date. Several guys grabbed their hearts and made as if to swoon. Alicia blushed demurely, smiled, and winked at the boys, shaking her ponytail in a most endearing and teasing manner.

After the Battle

I had lost, and my opponent loomed over me.

“Yield.” The hooded figure said.

“What happens then?”

“You will live ... as a woman.”

I had no choice.

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Mezmerized

Part 2

Stephan awoke slowly recalling all that had been done and all the changes that were to be made in him. That he was awakening as a girl for the first time frightened him. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked about his new bedroom.

Struggles

Brotherly Love

-Seven Days Earlier – 9 p.m.-

Alonely… Part two

*Before…

I feel Trey’s head on my shoulder and look to see them asleep on my shoulder and the sunshine is touching their face and they are sleeping like me when I hit that wall of sheer exhaustion.

He has really bad burns on his face too and yet he looks like he’s crying a little in his sleep.
I don’t know what I’m doing really but I reach under the comforter and feel out for him and find his arm and then his hand.

Even feeling the scars doesn’t gross or freak my out.

Actually I have no idea what I’m feeling….but when I gently squeeze his hand and whisper. “It’s okay….I’m here.” The pained tenseness, that sad in his sleep seems to fade a little and right now.

Right now we’re not alone for the moment at least.

*And now…

-Seven Days Earlier-

I pressed the button on the remote and the fucking machine came to life…so fast that the dildo ramming into my ass hurt a LOT. I jerked forward in the restraints, my free wrist slamming into the bar. The shackle swung to the end of its hinges and bounced back, clicking into place…my wrist inside. I was trapped!

Anya is at a crossroads; will she fall to the plotting of darkness, or can the BB gang save her from a fate worse than death? And at what cost?

The atmosphere between the two of us the next morning was pretty awful. I really didn't want to involve Ingrid in the problems I was having with Lindy. It wasn't fair on her.

We are the Lost Ones, in the company of Bright Angels.

"We convoke the Nephilim and they come to us, strangers with the eyes of men..."

Fields of the Nephilim