After flubbing a powerful incantation, meant to give newly coronated Demon Queens the wisdom of their ancestors, Devilla Satanne awakens to memories of her past life as Jacob Divington, a human from Earth. Having gained a new perspective on life, she quickly comes to a rather horrifying conclusion: she's been a complete and utter brat! No wonder everyone hates her!

And then there's the fact that she's apparently been reincarnated as the villainess of Tower Conquest, a lesbian porn game with a surprisingly intricate plot. One in which the Heroine conquers Dimona Tower, turning Devilla's people against her in the process. In victory, the Heroine brings about a glorious age of peace between demons and humans for the first time in millennia. ...Which actually sounds pretty good for her people, come to think of it. Devilla knows her terrible behavior is beyond forgiveness, but maybe she can still make up for her past mistakes? She just needs to make sure the events of the game unfold correctly. Though there is one little detail she'd like to change - the part where Devilla herself is killed or enslaved!

The series cover was commissioned from https://twitter.com/HaizeUqei

This is the final chapter of Samantha’s story (I do have other content set in the Sissy Camp universe). It’s also my first completed, public story, so I want to thank everyone who has read so far. If you’ve enjoyed it, I’d suggest you subscribe to my patreon where we have 21 Sasha Sucklove’s, 7 Bimbo 101s, 7 Stud Clara and Sissy Missys, a few one shots and 36 captions.

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.

So, here we are again. Please enjoy another random chapter of the weirdness.

Chronicles of Ashley Elizabeth Fisherman
Northern Flags in Southwinds Flutter

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What is the price to pay? Hell the prince to pay!

Chapter 23

It was early in the morning when Willow’s phone alarm woke her. She was slightly disorientated to wake up in a strange room. She looked around and remembered that she was going home in a taxi with her father today. She went to the bathroom and prepared for the day. When she came out, wearing one of the hotel dressing gowns, her father was waiting to go in.

It was a couple of weeks before I managed to find the right moment to talk with Neil, and I could feel the nerves wrapping themselves into tangles as I did the usual brew in the bunkhouse before his arrival, turning the kettle on as I heard the burble of his big German bike. The weather was not great, so we had the place to ourselves, and I left him to get out of his voluminous waterproofs before opening a pack of back bacon and lighting the hob.

Chapter 2 - Awakening in Another Body

Previously on Victorian Detective Dilemma...

Luis Ramirez fell asleep reading a mysterious first edition of "The Chronicles of Lady Vivienne Ashworth," only to wake in Victorian London—in the body of Lady Vivienne Ashworth. Now trapped in 1887, he must navigate a world of corsets, calling cards, and murder most foul.

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Destiny's Serendipity

Episode Seventeen: The Emissaries of Justice

A Thriller - Romance - Transgender Serial

From the Limoxian Universe

By Jo Dora Webster

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Ellie's Voice

© 2025 by Grace Ann Hansen

Chapter 9: A SPAMtastic Outing

Museum Mayhem and Mild Miracles

July in Austin, Minnesota, brought with it a kind of energy Ellie hadn’t felt in a while. The whole town buzzed about the opening of the new SPAM Museum downtown. For most people, it was just a quirky local event, a fun, family-friendly distraction in the middle of summer. But for Ellie, it meant something bigger: a test. A chance to be out in the world, dressed as herself, in the daylight, with her whole family by her side.

Chapter 2: “Trial by Engine Fire”

Uneasy Alliances

I rushed to the music hall, grabbed my bass from Mr. Smith and went into the empty studio used for small ensembles or practice for electric instruments. It was almost soundproof inside and I would take that to my advantage to run scales and patterns. I strapped my wood grain bass over me and started to play a somber sounding melody, at least I liked to think it was.

Bianca returns to Chicago for Thanksgiving and finds a few surprises awaiting her.

http://whateleyacademy.net/index.php

“ . . . if I measure myself against AJ, I might call myself a failure, just like you’re doing right now. That wouldn’t be fair, and more importantly, it wouldn’t be true. We’ve had our own struggles, just to get where we are.”

Neil was late in arrival, and we had already given up on him and headed for the pub. No music, but an awful lot of people to smile at and be lifted by a smile’s return, often with extra warmth. Debbie and her girls were still with us, and Alys and I had a quiet moment of pleasure spotting which ones we recognised, and which were still coming to terms with their new lives. I could almost read their minds: is this real? I get to be myself, in public? There’s no catch, no taking it all away again?

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.

Chronicles of Ashley Elizabeth Fisherman 
Northern Flags in Southwinds Fluttering

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All Quiet Along The Pontchartrain Tonight

Our picket line was a mile and half from the main camp. It took me around forty five minutes to reach the line. I was surrounded by total darkness. It seemed not a soul was around for miles. It was just me and the stars that seemed to shimmer brightly in the night heavens. The moon, full and plum, reminded me of an old silver dollar. The wind seemed to be still now.

The Recoverer (3).
by
Angharad.