On Becoming Miss Louisa Harper
of New York and Newport - 1
by Clara
Copyright©2021, 2024 Clara Schumann
The Harper estate, Golden Bluffs, is a living museum on Mansion Row in Newport,
Rhode Island. Once the home of the most important chronicler of The Gilded Age,
Louisa Harper, the museum offers glimpses into Louisa's daily life in 1890.
The staff portray members of the family and staff.
Unexpectedly, a new Louisa is needed...
This is a collection of Whateley Academy vignettes which focuses on various background and supporting characters, giving a brief glimpse into each of their lives.
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Coach Wilson was not a boy, any more than I was.
Ok, full disclosure: I have nothing to do with the beast or the number thereof. I just used it to get your attention.
However, some of you might have noticed that I have an obsess... eh fondness for numbers. I blame that on nature and nurture (accountant father, mother who made a career out of statistics, engineering school and so on (I don't include dabbling in the black art of Business administration since most people in that field can't count)).
Get to the point?
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I was getting very tired of hospitals.
We joined the others just as Chrissy caught us up.
“They’re a friendly lot in there, Mike. All my stuff locked away, no humping, not even the nice sort—er, sorry. Sense of humour gets a little direct when I’m tired. Got my ear plugs, so should be safe from snorers”
Ish looked directly at me, before saying “Snap!”, and then we were inside, the lad beginning a round of introductions for the woman, before she simply cornered Steph for a chat about strings or soundposts, or perhaps sanity and its retention. As usual, Geoff simply sat and laughed, as LC quite casually sat in Neil’s lap to show him her photos
Chapter 16
The four girls had the same room as before, so settled down easily. For Willow, it was like having a slumber party without late night movies, her second in a week. In the morning, they had breakfast in the dining room and then went to get ready. Back in the reception, the band looked as if they were about to perform. The outfits were great, fitted well, and made them stand out from the crowd. Jim Jamieson was non-plussed. He hadn’t been to their shows and had never seen Summer Rose play except for the school concerts.
Tango
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters
Gaby
Book 28
Balancing Trick
by Maddy Bell
Copyright© 2023 Madeline Bell
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With so much going on in Gaby Bond's life, there is rarely a dull moment!
But hark, is that a hint of normality creeping in? Don't bet on it, read on for more singing, dancing and bike riding with a twist here and there along the way.
*Chapter 8*
Eight
Anyone like charity? And anyone want to combine charity with gender transformation? Something like breast cancer. Or new moms. Or adult girl scouts.
Any charity. Any kind of gender transformation.
After a serious bit of hugging, or maybe strangling, by our girl, he passed her to her brother as Enfys set his lid onto a bunk. Settling himself onto a chair after doffing his jacket, he simply held out a hand as Alys placed a cup into it.
“How was the ride, Neil?”
“Not a bad one, mate, but I’m on the Beemer today, so took it a bit more gently. Club tonight?”
Emily's Easter Sunday
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman
-1-
Easter Morning Breakfast
I took a deep breath as I walked into the kitchen. According to the calendar that was pinned to the wall in the hallway, today was 'Easter Sunday' not that it meant anything to me. I don't really consider myself a 'Christian'. True, I'm enrolled in a semi-private Roman Catholic Academy, but that was Aunt Flora's decision not mine. Plus she often boasted that she had the headmaster under her thumb.
Threads of Truth
A Transgender Coming of Age Romance
From the Harmony Aspirant Universe
Chapter 7: The Rally
How will Kiki restore and model the dress of Clara Brown?
Copyright 2025 by Ariel Montine Strickland.
All Rights Reserved.
In the summer of 1972, 15-year-old Charlie is sent to live with his sharp-witted Aunt Mela and spirited cousin Lottie. Due to his rebellious behavior and refusal to follow house rules, Aunt Mela implements a unique disciplinary strategy: a series of “gentlemen’s agreements” that gradually push Charlie further and further from the role of an actual gentleman.
A Grumpy Old Man’s Tale 66 Storm Éolwenna
Alf was smiling as he said, “Gee, the bottom line for us here is your missus, despite being like all women a pain in the arse from time to time, is a good lass. Trust me she was nay different when she was a little lass, feisty didn’t even nick the edge of it. I mind when she first started learning to weld with me, four stone wringing wet through, [25Kg, 56 pounds] and scarce taller than my knees she was. That day she ran into my workshop to escape from some lads as were bullying her. She’d a bin seven and was wearing a summer frock. One of the boys followed her in. I’d never seen a fifteen year old lad laid out cold by a little lass with a tyre lever before. That’s many a day back, but you can still see where she brock his jaw in three places. No bugger ever tormented her for being trans and wearing a frock after that. Samantha is a good Bearthwaite lass. She’s an excellent wife and an even better mum. I don’t even want te think on what she’d do to any as threat her kids, and that’s what counts.”
Chapter 5: Bearing Gifts
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.
I sighed as I formulated an answer. “I needed to get away for a bit. I am confused and uncertain what to do.”
Chapter 7: First Sign of Trouble
I awoke on a tranquil Saturday morning, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the sweet scent of warm pancakes. This delightful fragrance wafted through the air like an inviting melody, gently coaxing me from the depths of my dreams.
As I sat up, sunlight cascaded through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft golden glow across the penthouse like a warm embrace. In the corner, Millie and Rory lay sprawled on the floor, tucked beneath a shared blanket that enveloped them like a cocoon of comfort.
Jason stole a glance at the ornate clock perched on the nightstand, its hands ticking steadily away the moments. Vanessa would be gone for at least three hours—ample time to indulge in what he had been yearning for. The house enveloped him in a tranquil hush, the silence wrapping around him like a luxurious cocoon. His heart raced with a blend of excitement and nervousness as he stepped softly across the plush carpet, making his way toward the sanctuary of their bedroom closet.
The Recoverer (8).
by
Angharad.
Author's note: I forgot to publish chapter 7. I apologize and will publish it as so as I finish editing it.
I left Hathersage by way of the Hope Valley, making a stop in Castleton for simple tourist games, and a longer one for a boat ride in the Speedwell cavern. That one nearly fell apart, though, as LC froze at the entrance.
Maz and Ish had a quiet chat with her, Ish reporting back to me with a frown.
“Caves, Dad, Being locked up in one, to be exact”
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If you ever find a target on the planet referenced in Ethertravel Report #2 (report and transmission data attached), contact me. I am available 24/7 for this at attached number. Hold target for me. I will head to nearest station ASAP to ethertravel there.
- Gregorevich
Chapter 15
In the morning, the four girls got ready for the day, with Willow wondering what Plan B entailed. The went down for breakfast and then back to their rooms to make sure that they had everything packed, with Nancy walking through the suite to see if anything had been left.
The coach was outside, and Sebastian helped them store their cases and souvenirs in the baggage area. Willow made sure that the record was laid flat, so it didn’t buckle. When they were all seated. Mister Bamborough stood up at the front.
The Bit Bucket
A Transgender Paranormal Romantasy
From the Paranormal Visitor Universe
Chapter 5: Mastering the Impossible
Can Fred master the impossible and initiate reincarnation to take Gwen with him and together escape The Bit Bucket?
Copyright 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
All Rights Reserved.
This is the first of a multipart story set in my DominaTech universe. If you want to read the others, or any of the trove of stories and caps I’ve created, you can find them here:
https://www.patreon.com/c/SissyGirlSammi
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The bus was carrying only two passengers, and they were not together. The young woman, Payton, was twenty-three, tall and fit, and projected a commanding but grouchy, “stay away from me” exterior. She was heading east to make a new start.
The other passenger was an eighteen-year-old boy, Arden, who was small and slender, unsure of himself, and was fleeing an unhappy home situation.
A heavy thunderstorm was pounding the bus as it navigated up a steep and winding lane in the mountains. Mud had seeped onto the road, and the bus slipped sideways a few times, causing the driver and passengers to gasp and wonder when they would finally hit level ground. All they could see was tall trees on either side, crowding the road. They looked scary in the darkness, at least to Arden they did. He was just wondering what he was going to do with himself when they got to the town when the bus slid again, and then, horrifyingly, plummeted over the side.
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