John lay on his bed wishing it would go away. Not the bed. That thing at his crotch. It was bad enough just having it there. But it had started growing a bit. That was a bad sign, he really wasn't looking forward to puberty. But at least he hadn't started getting hairy yet. Except for small patch just above it.

It was probably wishful thinking, but he thought he was growing a little bit up top. From what he'd read on the web, it was probably just gynecomastia, but he'd take what he could get.

 
 
*Chapter 13*

Agony Aunt

Instructed to flee home and a lawsuit. Katrina lands in Atlanta before leaving the country with a horse she is to ship overseas. She needs a passport photo. The people guiding her send her through a makeover beauty salon and redress her for the photo. She is sent to another photography studio for the photo. LIFE, don't you just love it. Mistakes happen.

A criminal prosecution of a boyfriend for the rape and murder of his girlfriend is abandoned, leading to community outrage. Someone takes vengeance against the boyfriend and those who aided his freedom.

A bittersweet story concerning the end of the world about to happen, due to an impending nuclear war, within the hour.

At such a time. In such circumstances. Some people prefer to make love until the end. Some to settle scores. Most try to be with those they care for. But, a few prefer to talk, and possibly make new friends.

before now I was a 15yr old male a out caster until I was found by a cheerleader I then became a popular boy then I was converted into a Amazon cheerleader my self the year is 2232 the world is rule by Amazon women on the Planet Amazonia Earth part of Amazonian Empire

Chapter 2 Rules and the Law

We last saw Mike... or rather, Tracy, wearing her new collar and being led away by Marcy, her new Mistress. Tracy had been Mike just a few days ago but now here she was, a submissive slave to Marcy's every whim.

My mind was spinning as Marcy led me up the stairs and into what was now to be my room. She unfastened the leash that was attached to my collar and tossed it onto the dresser. She walked a few feet away and spun to face me.

"Come here!" she said in a commanding voice as she snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor in front of her.

My alarm woke me up, much as every morning. I dragged out of bed and headed to the shower, to start another day. I enjoyed my morning shower, it allowed me to tune my voice for the coming day and put on the body lotions I liked. I didn’t like the negative thoughts that seemed to go with it though, but they had always been with me, so I mostly ignored them. Still, it is disconcerting to hear yourself say “I’m so tired of being a girl.” especially when it is not true.

My name is Stacy. It wasn’t always my name, but I liked it well enough after I transitioned from being Stan.

“Jamie?” I ask as I open the door. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here,” Jamie says breathlessly, “because I love you, Stuart.” My legs start to wobble as I hear the words I’ve longed to hear, but in my head, I know what I’m hearing is too good to be true. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, steadying my nerves before replying.

“You love me… but?” I ask.

Torulf gets a shock when the bodies are inspected the following morning. Later, an extraordinary meeting of all the attending rulers is convened to discuss the future of the states who make up the Great Valley. Garia offers Torulf a way out of his predicament before visiting the range with some of those from Blackstone. On their way back to the hotel Bleskin has an unpleasant encounter.

Somewhere Else Entirely

by Penny Lane

134 - Congress

Germany, November 1938. The country is about to go to war. There is hate because of the "traitors" of the first world war. How is a father going to keep his son from the sickness?

Note: The poem below is my response to the poem, “The morning after I killed myself”, by Meggie Royer.

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My point being, that we must focus on cause and effect.

There is always a reason for someone committing suicide. Suicide can be over a minor reason. Or, a major reason.

But, if we only focus on the aftermath, and forget the reasons for these suicides, we do a disservice to both those whom have committed suicide, and those that are left behind.

Chapter Two: Thanks for the memories

Belinda clutched at her head as dizziness struck her. The world about her was fading, fading into a mass of blurred colours. Dimly through the haze she felt her knees strike soft turf as her legs gave way under her.

“Stefan, help!”

“It’s all right, I promise; this will be a memory coming back.”

No, this isn’t a memory, I can feel myself fading, going to another time, another place.

Belinda shut her eyes. Brian opened them.