“Ooh, how about these?” Sarah asked as she picked up a box of expensive-looking chocolate covered shortbread biscuits. “You did say that one of the new Angels is Scottish, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but she’s not moved to London yet,” Nikki replied, before giggling, taking the box from her wife and placing it in the already-bulging trolley. “Both Alice AND Charlotte love these though, hehe!”

“And being models, they’ll probably only be allowed to eat a maximum of two each,” Sarah teased.

The New One
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

I had come home from the party early. Walt had been talking to some of his business buddies and I was bored.

“That’s okay, sweetie,” he said. “You go home and slip into something nice and I will be along shortly.”

That was the title of blog by Penny Lane a couple of weeks ago. I made a comment about that and was more or less challenged by her to put my pen where my mouth is (did I get that wrong?). However, at the time I was too busy being immersed in the Finnish partitive to do something about it …

Changes in Attitudes – Part 2
By Kathi Jo Daniels

Saturday, November 20, 2004 – Party

With the assurance that I wouldn’t be paired with a male, we attended the swinging party at Diana and Dawn’s. We knew Laura and were introduced to her business partner, Wanda. Two other couples, Mark and Nancy, and Roger and Lisa, were also introduced. Dawn served everyone a flute of Champagne.

Honeymoon Reveal
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

We had only been married for three years at the time and we had never enjoyed a proper honeymoon. The fact was that after we had met on a dating site and almost immediately, she had thrown herself in to caring for my young sons … and me. My sons and I had all been devastated by the loss of my first wife Marion, their mother, only a year before I met Cherise, but she helped to pull us all out of our dark mood. She said that it was all she wanted - to bury herself in a loving family.

Alex Jones. F5 Trafficked (Involuntary, Forced Feminization)

(On line editing a day later.)

By Gwen Brown

This piece probably skirts the edge of permissibility in the beginning. By the end of Chapter 1 the Protagonist is almost 21 years of age.

Chapter 1

Alex was barely pubescent at age 12+. He had just gotten off the Bus two blocks from his home. That is the last thing he remembered.

Bargirl
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

I had made some money and lost some friends and family because of it. I simply decided that I was in a position to let her loose. She was a better person than I was – Ida – the woman inside me.

Brother’s Keeper
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I adored my brother Jason, and I wanted nothing more than to hang around with him. But I knew that I was an embarrassment. I was less than two years younger than him, but I was half his size. He was born to be big, and I was born to be small. He was born to be strong – a natural athlete, and I was born to be … not that. He liked to hang around with his pals – the jocks – Kevin, Brad and Hans. They were guys like him. Guys to be admired by guys like I was.

The Recoverer.
by
Angharad.

This is part 6 of 7 in All-Star Sissy, which is now completed (though I might do more continuations and spinoffs in the future)
If you want to read the last part, read the other stories in this universe, or even commission a story set in this world, check out my patreon:
https://www.patreon.com/c/SissyGirlSammi
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I’m a nerd. I like being a nerd. I never had any other ambition. I’m also a boy. I like being a boy. I never had any other ambition.

Author's notes: As always: (1) I don't care what the devs say, Alisaie is absolutely not 16. By 6.0, she'd be about 23. (2) In a world where no one is explicitly gay or trans, that means anyone can be. Therefore, Alisaie and G'raha are T4T.

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7.0 - SHARLYAN

G'raha was losing his mind.

Both because he badly missed his partners, Savvel and Alisaie, who had set sail for Tulliyolal two weeks and five days ago (the longest they'd been apart since making their arrangement 'official'), and because it was the longest he'd been celibate in... well...

"You'll wear what I tell you."
by
Angharad

When I was eleven my father died. The circumstances are a bit murky, but as far as I can gather it was a mugging that went wrong and my dad was murdered. I don't think I ever got over the shock nor did Mum. She was working but she couldn't afford the mortgage and we had to leave the house. That increased the stress and pain we both felt. I was very close to my mum and this made that even worse

The Huntress
And the Hiker

A lost hiker on the verge of dehydration finds themselves in an otherworldly realm, and a predicament of mythical proportions in this modern day twist on a classical Greek tale.

The next day my alarm went off at 6AM. I took a long soak in the bath. I was half looking forward and half dreading today. I won't lie the thought of dressing as a traditional maid was appealing. The dress I wore before was more of a costume. The dress today was the real thing.

Exams over, we had a few frantic days in London buying up what we thought that we would need for the Summer. This included one more dancing costume each. We asked the shop owner where we could get these adjusted, and had both bra tops cut down to only a support under the breasts. Our short experience of topless dancing had led Lisa to the realisation that she needed support so as not to have to either hold her boobs when dancing, or have them each do an independent dance of their own.

“I wonder how much they were prepared to pay us”.

Lisa and I were having breakfast in the college restaurant.

“I’ve no idea”, I replied. “It’s probably good money; these guys don’t seem to have any regard to cost… you little Jezebel! You’re not thinking of going with it?”

“No, no, I was just wondering…”

“Well, you can find out if you want: Remember you have agreed to speak to His Most Excellent Excellency’s agent?”

The rest of the day I was in mild shock. I robotically carried out my duties in my maid's uniform. Sir told me to have an early night. He told me that I should remove all of my hair before going to bed. He reminded me that, as I was now Sarah, I should sleep in her room and use her clothes. I just said "Yes Sir".

I found several tubes of Veet and a pack of pink lady razors and got to work. I had always wondered what it would feel like to be hairless when I wore my wife's clothes. The material was so soft, but you don't feel it with a coating of hair.

Things were going well in Dublin, but I now needed to move to London. From there I could apply at the Embassy for a passport with greater leeway as to who could countersign the paperwork. We told Sameed that we would be quitting at the end of the week and he was most disconsolate. He persuaded us to do one more week and we were happy to oblige him. He also gave us a reference in Arabic in the event that we wanted to look for work in any of the Lebanese restaurants or Arabic-themed clubs there.

“I’ll need to get a new passport when we get to London”.

Lisa and I were walking around Stephen’s Green in Dublin. It was cold and dry, a pleasant enough day for the time of year.

“Why’s that? Can you not get it while you’re here?”

“No, I would need to get the local police to sign the application. In London I have more options. I’ll start working on it tomorrow; I’ll need to get some other documents first.”

Dawn and Diana – Our New Life – Part 4

By Kathi Jo Daniels

Chapter Seven: Thanksgiving
Thursday, November 25, 2004

Diana and I woke up early, showered, and dressed. Diana chose a pink surplice floral dress and loafers. I put on slacks, a long-sleeved shirt, and loafers.

I retrieved the daily paper, started the coffee pot, and began fixing brunch. I sliced the leftover bread from last night to make French Toast, bacon, and eggs.