CHAPTER 48
“I keep forgetting how out of all this you are, Lainey. Must all be a shock, aye?”

“Talk to me, chwaer fychan. What in hell is going on with him?”

“Not just him, is it? She’s changed, has Alice. Really changed”

“Head injury?”

Saturday evening when Grandma and Grandpa Stephens came over Grandma had a message that Jessie was to call Darla Jacobs. It was soon agreed upon that Sunday Jessie was going to have the help of her girlfriends to model her clothes. Darla said, “You do pretty well for a tomboy, we want to help you see the possibilities you have with your wardrobe for when you begin buying new clothes.”

We'd barely gotten on the bus when my phone and Chris's started going off.

I grabbed mine and I had a text from Sally. "Looking hot bro!" with an attached pic. I pulled up the photo.

Oh god. It was me in the hall outside English, right after Chris had given me that kiss and hug. My shorts had been a lot tighter than I thought after that kiss. My cock looked huge and my boobs were prominent as well. Looked like my nipples were hard enough to cut glass, even through the top.

I texted back "Where did you get that?"

Sally's response was "you're all over Facebook and Tumblr"

"I'm doomed."

Chris looked up from her phone.

"Somebody told you about the posts?"

I just backed up a bit and showed her the pic.

"My sister sent me that."

"Wow. That looks better than you did before I kissed you."

"Not helping."

"I wonder if the pic is good enough to blow up to poster size?"

"Really not helping."

"Aww. You'd look great on my bedroom wall."

"Yeah right up until your mom & dad see it. Then I'm dead and you'll be grounded for life."

Chris gave it some thought. "Nah, probably only grounded until college."

I made a face. "I'll still be dead though."

"Dad wouldn't do that. He'd probably just maim you a little."

Dorothy's Mix Tape Collection

Author's note: This is all the stories I've published for the mix tape series. I hope people enjoy them.

On the beach

It started with music.

I felt myself drifting along with the song, until I woke on a beach.

Sun shining, breeze blowing, smell of salt and the sounds of laughter.

I look, and there are a group of teens playing.

Then the ball comes my way, and I manage to catch it.

One of the young men comes over, and apologies.

 
 
*Chapter 11*

Rollercoaster

Sand Dollars’ next mission becomes personal for Alex- the result requiring the Empress to reveal herself. Some members of Alex’ crew finally realize their gifts and one in particular proves her metal on a special mission.

This is my story of my transition from a teenage boy with not a care in the world to the middle age woman I am today.

My story starts in the South East of England in 1985 when I was just 17

Hope you enjoy

Lucy J

The Music Celebrates With Me: A TG Mixed Tape

An unfortunate man, lost in a cave, a mysterious voiced calling him deeper. A witch with an acid tongue and an advice column. A travelling showman who is more than the charlatan he appears to be. Hit play on the latest Mixed Tape collection for all these stories AND MORE!

It has been a few days for some. And years for others. As those after Lee have lost track of Lee. With the maids eventually returning to Lagoon Island, in defeat, at having lost Lee.

Though, that does not the hunt is over. Not by a long shot.

Ranma realizes there is one group she knows of that are possibly better trackers than even the maids.

Ranma then goes to meet with one of her former teachers, Cologne. In the hopes of enlisting trackers from the Chinese Amazons, to help find the maids.

For, if anyone could find Lee, it would be them.

Though, whom Cologne picks for this hunt, may bring the Badasses Of The Multiverse's prey closer to them, than they realize.

Meanwhile, River is waiting in the wings, waiting to take advantage of the situation, in her search for Lee.

Virtual Reality, the dream of all gamers, is now a reality with the land of Ilos.

However, it's creators are unknown, and no one knows how the devices they have access it, only that they do.

This is the last part of this 'book', and we get to see Aria again one more time.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” I say happily, clinking my wine glass with that of the sexy guy opposite me. I’m dressed in a short, slinky black dress, translucent seamed stockings and extra-high heels (much to my boyfriend’s chagrin), whilst the handsome man opposite me is wearing a smart suit with a bright white shirt and a plain grey tie.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Stuart says, sipping his wine with one hand whilst his other hand links his fingers with mine. “This is absolutely PERFECT.”

A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?