Hi, Jenny

It began with a Pinterest board.

Late one night, after looking for a recipe she’d sworn she’d saved somewhere, she stumbled across one of her husband’s tabs still open on the computer. She almost clicked away.

Then she noticed the images. Women laughing in sunlight. Soft sweaters. Baby blue pajamas. Wedding dresses. Braided hairstyles. Makeup tutorials. Native-inspired braids with ribbons and feathers.

Marcus calls at nine.

Not unusual — he calls most evenings now, has since the hospice visit, checking in the manner he checks in which is obliquely, under the cover of other subjects, asking how I am by asking about the trial and the apartment and whether I've eaten. I've learned to receive this for what it is.

"Still you, bro?" he says, which is what he's been saying since the video call in week one, his way of orienting himself each time, making sure the person on the other end of the line is still the person he expects.

"Still me," I say.

Dance, Dance, Dance, Amy

A Transgender Mythology Romantacy

A Lamur, GA, USA Novel

Chapter Eighteen: Attempted Assault

By Gail Rose Landers

CHAPTER 23
It had started with a meeting at the Indian street food place on St Mary’s, where we each dawdled our way through a meat thali and a bottle of their IPA. Ange must have caught me looking at her front, and grinned up at me.

“No good hunting, Jen. They’re for work”

“Er, what are?”

A chance encounter with a femdom hypnosis video propels Greg to a surprising real world opportunity to find love, happiness, and his own femininity while engaging in the worship of a beautiful woman.

CHAPTER 22
We had had Christmas off, so the unwritten rules said that we would have the delights of New Year’s Eve, and a night shift at that. It was never a popular slot, because anyone who was anyone HAD to be out, had to be drunk, and had to fall over, and that ‘anyone included an awful lot of arseholes, not just the ones with the liquid ‘engage twat mode’ button, but those who started out bad and simply got worse.

Chapter 1 — The Job Nobody Expected

The advertisement had been sitting on Maya’s monitor for less than thirty seconds when she looked across the desk at Evan and said, “Absolutely not.”

Evan had known her long enough to recognize the expression. Maya worked for a staffing agency, which meant that when she looked at a computer screen that way, she had either found precisely the wrong job for someone or precisely the right job for the wrong person.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re smiling.”

“I smile.”

“Not like that.”

Waking up and living a day as both Jody and Victoria was old hat to me now. But I realized this was another day where I had to let Victoria control things. I’m sure Victoria would love to marry me, but I have to do it right. I can’t simply ask her, “Will you marry me?” and then with her mouth say, “Yes.”

Synopsis

Book 1: TOO INTELLIGENT FOR A SLAVE GIRL follows Valeria, a former financier who discovers that submission feels more authentic than any freedom she knew on Earth. Through her owner's tests and a love that demands total surrender, she must decide whether the woman she has become is who she was always meant to be. This first act is a fairly traditional BDSM Romance story. Later books branch out to more humorous and esoteric variations on the same theme. (Approx. 22,000 words)

The fluorescent over Exam Three has been buzzing all morning and nobody's put in the ticket yet. I notice it again while Aaron Bell tells me, for the second time, that he found it in the shower.

Chapter 14: The Inquisition Reimagined