One slightly geeky high school kid, one heartless corporation, and one vat of pink goo. A recipe for the ultimate superhero... sorta. Now with 30% less fat.

Synopsis: Mark was going to his first collage party flattered he was even invited given he wasn't very typical or even average for a male and a freshman besides. His landlady Rose insisted he go if for no other reason than to make a few new friends. Mark walked off happily as Rose watched. In a few hours he would return Rose mused nervously as she took up the phone. "Society of Sissies" Jennifer answered on her private number. "He's on his way," Rose said.

"This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? To see the canon Whateley Stories, check out either Sapphire's Place (http://www.sapphireplace.com/stories/whateley.html) or the Big Closet (http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/taxonomy/term/117)."

One slightly geeky high school kid, one heartless corporation, and one vat of pink goo. A recipe for the ultimate superhero... sorta. After her dramatic transformation, our intrepid heroine must now do battle on the field of...battle. Will she survive the onslaught? Or will there be an unnecessary cliffhanger?

Sherlock Holmes disguises himself as a prostitute to flush out history's most notorious serial killer, Jack the Ripper.

A crossdresser fills in for his girl friend when she is called for jury duty.
This is based on my own experience as a juror, only I didn't show up en femme. Many of the shops depicted in this tale are real. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

One slightly geeky high school kid, one heartless corporation, and one vat of pink goo. A recipe for the ultimate superhero... sorta.

A man transformed into a woman is forced to serve the men on a mysterious island. But there is a way out of any trap. Second of two parts.
This story is inspired by Diane Christy's classic TG story "The Sisters of Athernia." Sadly, Ms. Christy never finished the story. I do hope you enjoy my own take on this classic.

From the depths of my tortured mind, I called Lucifer from the pits of hell as I lay on the brink of suicide–fifty-five pills of vicoden in hand. He came forth with a promise to bestow upon me all the womanish beauty I had ever desired; if I would grant him one favor in return when the time came.

This is the sequel to "Best Served Cold" in which Diana seeks to finalize her revenge, only to discover that her life will again be changed.

An epic-length, romance/transformation novel about a mighty female-demon, who forces a young man to give up his manhood for the power only a 'female-body' can wield.

Alone and scared, Sylvine must come to grips with his feminine side, for the joy he found in womanhood can not be suppressed. However, because of his contempt for Lady Tania, who granted him his womanhood, he's placed a wall of mannnish pride before him, and refuses to succumb to the temptations of his hidden female-self.

He looked angry, very angry. His little piggy eyes were puffed out. His face was
redder than beetroot. The veins on his bulbous nose seemed to stand out more than
usual and his hands were clenching and unclenching like he wanted to do serious
damage to someone's neck, presumably mine.