Chapter 22

Later, that week, Willow got her statement from Rufus, with the income from album sales up to the end of September. With all the different albums out there, she was on a sixth of the Rocks albums and a third of the VivWillow ones and had earned two point three million while she had been away. Garry was on the same income for the Rocks albums and the charity show DVD. All of her expenses had been paid by the promoter in America, and she had gained a large number of new outfits.

The hangar’s floodlights burned through the night haze, bleaching the color from everything — the banners, the cameras, even Juliette’s perfect smile. Her speech echoed over the loudspeakers, smooth and rehearsed, a promise of global unity and endless opportunity.
Behind her, the sleek cargo jet rumbled to life.

Honest, I dreamed this one.

Author's note: I took a long break from this story because I was trying to figure out how to write fighting scenes better, especially since it is a huge part of the story at this time. I think I have come up with a battle sequence that should be intense and fun to read. So I went back to the setup to add more details to getting them armored up. I hope you enjoy the upcoming chapters.

What me, a Foster Carer?

By Iona Laing

(Preface by The Author.)

The wig I am wearing is cyan, the skirt is royal, the tight sweater bloused over my prosthetic breasts is icy blue.

“Sissy Nickie: Begging to Be Pegged”

Synopsis: This is a lovely "cumming of age" story as young Nickie evolves from being a child to adulthood. Nickie and his family struggle with thoughts that he may be a Sissy; perhaps he isn’t.

The story unfolds

Part 37

It wasn’t as simple as reluctantly admitting that he liked the large dildo.

Julia had him stroke it as if he were jerking off his boyfriend–her words–and echoed her sentiment about how this was the perfect toy for blowjob practice.

Tano poured the rest of the water over his head before going back to the rooming house to use his landlady's baths instead. When he was finished, he paid her an extra silver to interrupt her usual routine and press one of his uniforms. "I want to be able to shave with the creases," he rumbled.

She nodded. And it seemed like she must have heard about what had happened with the Captains too, given the way that she was looking at him like an avenging folk hero from a ballad. "You give them hell, son."

Chapter 21

Garry joined her as she was standing there.

“Good morning, my love.”

“Good morning to you, my husband. You needed your sleep this morning.”

“I did. How was the church organ?”

“Good, it had a lovely tone. I was able to follow the mass, with the help of a young lad to tell me when to stop playing.”

Alex had a terminal Cancer diagnosis and thought she would die before she got to be the girl she always was inside. That all changes when she's in the wrong place at the right time and gets transported to another world and into the body of a girl. So what if she's not human, she's alive and a girl. Now if only she had her sister with her to navigate this new world and her new responsibilities. Wait, she's here too? The passage of their souls between worlds may have doomed the Earth to apocalypse, but Alex and Michelle won't be there to see it and they have enough problems on their hands.
 

As usual, I want to than Malady for beta reading, and helping edit.
I'd also like to thank those who comment for their part in beta reading too! :-)
Chapter 3

Fran knocked on the door to Millie Brooks’ office. It was getting later in the day, and most of the office staff had left. Another blizzard was expected and after the one the night before, everyone wanted to be home before it got nasty out.

“Come in!” Fran heard from inside.

She opened the door and strode in. She had called earlier, wanting someone on whom she could dump. Millie had taken on a motherly role soon after Fran had moved to town, for which Fran was grateful. Her relationship with Trevor had been up and down for several years, and after the talk that morning, she had found it hard to concentrate on things.

She made a beeline for the couch across from the desk, and flopped down, folding her arms defensively in front of her.

She sat there for a moment while Millie finished off something she’d been working on.