The deep pain flared like shrapnel from an old battle, hard and sharp and deadly. The hot words straight from padre’s mouth — “I have no daughter!” And the cold ones, a year later, by his hand. “It is my specific desire and intent to disinherit . . . .”

Billy’s Desires
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I had convinced myself that being born male was the best thing in the world. I mean, men run it – the world I mean. Men are in charge. Women have babies. Women are meant to look pretty and look at their men adoringly, but they offer nothing when it comes to leadership or innovation – that was my position, back then. Somehow it seemed that the more I said it out loud, the truer it became.

Before I go home I’ll just check the announcement board. Our principal is a traditionalist so everything important is announced on the announcement board. This time I want to confirm that I’m on the list for the school’s womanless beauty contest.

My name is there all right. Peter Dupont in big letters. The problem is the big black line through it and the additional comment “Disqualified”. How can they do that! I’ll have to talk to the Principal!

The taxi dropped us off right outside the villa at 9am. It was already a beautiful day, the sun glistening in the pristine Spanish sky. Eager to change out of my outfit that I'd worn for the plane journey over, I left Billy to pay the driver and headed straight inside, wheeling my suitcase behind me.

The Interview (3)
by
Angharad.

I was in a grassy field, but I couldn't tell what I was.

I saw a green-skinned girl enter the field, a prepubescent girl with green skin and no hair, and seemingly naked. She came pretty close, maybe examining me, whatever I was. She walked about 100 feet away, dug a small hole with her hands, and squatted down over it. Maybe she pooped there? She covered it up with the dirt and grass she dug from the hole, then left.

The next day, a group of girls similar to the first one came by. I couldn’t tell if the original one was part of the group. They came right up and touched me. I could feel the touches even though I couldn’t tell what it was they were touching. One of them said something I thought sounded like “Soon, soon.” Sort of, anyway; I don’t think I actually heard the words, but I definitely understood it even though I’d just arrived here and had no idea what language they might speak. Some of them went to other spots in the field and pooped in holes like the first girl did.

This is part 4 of 7 in All-Star Sissy (though with enough demand, I might do more continuations and spinoffs.) You can read the whole thing, and all my stories, on my patreon:
https://www.patreon.com/c/SissyGirlSammi
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"You wanted to dress like a whore, so here you go. When you're done, I'm going to leave you on a street corner, and you're not coming home until you make $4,000 giving men head. Did you hear me?!"

My wife, Sharon, had just brought up an idea for how we can spice things up in the bedroom. She was talking about chastity play, where my dick is locked up and she is the keyholder. Now, I was a little skeptical of this at first; I mean, wouldn’t this technically be less sex for us? But she argued that it would build up horniness for me, leading to more passionate sex whenever I’m unlocked. So I agreed to trying it out, and she was ecstatic.

Chapter 18: Another Day, Another Blow
The following day, Yuqi walked into school with trepidation gnawing at her insides. Her parents had promised to handle the situation, but Yuqi wasn’t naive enough to think things would change overnight. As she approached her locker, her pulse quickened. The image of the graffiti inside her locker the day before was fresh in her mind, and she dreaded what she might find today.

Chapter Nineteen.

Dawn and Diana Move to Denver – Part 3

By Kathi Jo Daniels

Before we start I need to give credit to Emma Anne Tate for her tireless editorial and dialogue help.
These stories would not be nearly as readable without her input.
If we weren’t so geographically separated, I would love to buy her drinks and chat about writing, and life in general.

Chapter Eleven: Changes
Monday, October 25, 2004