Timesharing
A Short Story from an Idea by Erin
By Maryanne Peters

“How good is this?” He had only just closed to door behind and cast around his first glance when he had to say the words out loud. It was as if Cherise was standing beside him, wearing something summery, and they were sharing this view. But she was not there. She was in the suitcase – and he could not wait to get her out.

Games without Frontiers (Revised Edition)

Author’s note: contains references to sexual abuse. Please take care reading this. And a big thank you to Alan for the beta read and suggestions

Adjustment School
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Dave's word was good. I spent the weekend watching TV. Football and old movies. All I normally got was cooking shows and old reruns of old soaps. For a few hours, I forgot that I was sitting watching TV in a frilly red baby doll. with matching knickers.

My first client was two guys who wanted a maid. I arrived and was told to change in the bedroom by a middle aged bald guy. When I got back downstairs, I saw the other man was younger and around 6f tall.

"Get us some beers bitch" said the tall guy.

What does Christine think of me having my hair curled?

The Perfect Life
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

It is what I have always wanted. I love being beautiful.
I was born ugly, you see. I was born deformed. I had a growth in my groin.
I could not wait to have it removed and have the body I always dreamed of – the body
that was the perfect shape, all the way down.

The Comfort Gurl Part 2

My case worker, Dave Collins, arrived at 3 pm. Within 10 minutes, I was on my knees in front of him.

Will Scott was only ten when his life changed forever. His family were poor farmers and were always looking for ways to improve their fortunes. Luckily, Will had begun to show some talent for singing. In particular, his high voice made him particularly valuable. This is it, his parents thought. Their ticket out of their meager lives. Unfortunately, they knew puberty would soon come along and ruin his perfect, angelic voice. As a deep-voiced man, he would still be a talented singer, but he wouldn't be as popular.

The Rave Girls’ circle is never broken. It has claimed dancers for centuries—and will for centuries more.

Prologue: Long Before the Neon
Many centuries before the vibrant glow of glow sticks lit up the night, before the pulsing rhythms of bass music filled the air, and long before the vast warehouses became settings for unforgettable gatherings—there existed the timeless circle.

Homebody
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

I have always wanted the perfect home – well decorated and with a wonderful garden and a kitchen smelling of fresh baking at my hand, and a husband in his favorite chair to be loved for all he has provided. I suppose that plenty of girls want the same thing, and I wanted it even though I was a boy.