Summer Princess

Mom thought it might be a good idea to write this down, so I could show it to the therapist. I guess that’s ok, and better than having to do some “How I spent my summer” essay for school. I guess there are some advantages to being home schooled, at least for now. My summer started by going to Uncle Mike’s place, because my mom was sick, and she wanted me to have a normal summer for once.

Boy hates teacher, teacher dislikes boy, boy becomes girl, girl's a senior, here's the story

Numbskull -- a tale of misery
By Janet Baker

“What the hell is this crap? Answer me, damn you! Well I guess you can’t with that gag in your mouth. Wait a sec, I’ll get it out.”

“Oh, what a relief” he said, gasping for breath.

“Jay! What the hell happened? Who did this to you? Shall I call the police?”

“Ahhh, no Jan, please. Ahh I’ll explain… give me a moment, please.”

A myriad of thoughts raced through my mind as I took in the spectacle before me.

Memories are made of these

I was having a boring day off, so I decided to go to the mall for a bit. Nearing 40, and a single guy, you would think that I would be out looking for a good time, but for a number of reasons, I just preferred to stay home and watch movies.

So I was headed for my favourite movie store when I spotted a new store called “Memories are made of these”. At first glance, I thought it was maybe a nostalgia store, but peeking inside, it was laid out like a video store.

Last time...
After drying myself off I put on the panties, which were surprisingly comfortable. I threw on the robe and stepped out into the bedroom to find that Aunt Karen had apparently been down here again because..."

I trailed off when I heard the door open. Marcie and I turned to look at the door and found her mother standing there, looking very angry. "What is going on here, Marcie?! I told you not to open the door for anybody!"

Five deer leap to their death off parking garage
The morning edition of the Chicago Sun Times, December 8th, 2005.

'How would you like me to buy you lunch at the Kingsford Manor, in return for you doing me a favour?' It seemed an innocent enough question that his photographer friend Rosemary asked. She wanted him to pose wearing some of Charley's clothes so she could sell them on e-bay. There was only one problem.

Malfunction

The 3 laws of Robotics:

1. A robot cannot harm a human being, or through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm

3, a robot must protect its own existence, except where such protection would counter Law 1 or Law 2.

Matt, the engineer assigned to fix me calls me Abe. That’s when he isn’t using profanity. My official designation is ABEVE - 2110 - MU. The MU stands for mining unit, because that’s what I was designed to be.

I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to explain to my keepers... I don’t belong in here.

It was just a joke for April Fools. Yeah, some joke. I swear Tom got off a lot more lightly than I did.

The Globe

WARNING: PLEASE READ:

I am not sure what good I am doing writing this. Most likely you will assume its just a chain letter or spam and just delete it anyway. But I have to try and warn people anyway. What would you do if this was the last week you had to live?

Well, whether you believe me or not, that’s the case. Now before you assume I have lost it and delete, hear me out. I know what I am talking about. The fact is, its my fault. My name is Roger Martin, and it all started a year ago when a special package arrived at my house.

This is a continuation of Bedtime Story Several people asked for more, but that's not why this was written. The little bit there got me thinking. And, I figured I might try putting together a more complete story, that explains how that story came to be. This is the beginning of that effort. Some parts will be light and happy, but I fear some will be darker. I hope you enjoy.

Just a nice, depressing story, sorry...

The phone rang. It was Karla asking us over to Sunday dinner. He had a big announcement to share with us. Karla has the same disease I have but has had the Feminizer disease longer than me and he is not getting better. We attend many classes at the Institute together. He is a fun guy, or should I say girl?

Tolerance Town

Barb watched the bus full of tourists pull in to the parking lot of the library and took a moment to check her outfit. Blue jacket, white blouse, blue skirt, cute blue-and-white hat. It had been suggested as a joke, but now she decided to just to go for it, why not?

The Choice

by Buggie

There are moments that life can take one of two directions based completely on a single choice. A classic "The Lady or The Tiger" theme.

Which Witch is Which
By Jesse Rabbit

Fate likes to laugh at us. Simple fact of life. It likes to put us through our paces, put snakes in our beds just to see us jump and bananas on the sidewalk just to see us fall down. Fate is laughing pretty hard at me right now.

My name is Andrew Steven Parker. I’m sixteen. I’ve got two, count ‘em, two little sisters; Gracie who’s fourteen and Megan who’s six. Gracie used to look up to me, while Megan used to think I was pretty much useless. It wasn’t that long ago… last week to be specific.