TransVixen
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Eight: Wolford Hall Horror

The Balzono brothers are selling drugs at TransVixen's concert and Wendy tries to shut them down. She is forced into her office and defiled as is Panti when she tries to help her, but the Balzono's get their comeuppance courtesy of Tony. Final chapter in what has proven to be an unpopular story.

Synopsis: For those who might have wondered just whom the Jonathan Creek UK TV series was based upon, look no further than Jonathan Creep, Design Assistant to the Magic Circle. In researching the 1920's magician, The Great Morgasmo, Jonathan meets Caddy Goodhope, who temporarily becomes his Magician's Assistant to perform the greatest trick ever known to Jonathan. The real question is, if there's no such thing as magic, how does it work?

Transvixen
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Five: Panti Pops Her Top

Cherri continues her quest to being transitioning whilst Panti becomes angry and self destructive. Wendy tries to reason with daughter but Panti rebels dangerously.

Transvixen
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter One: Panti and Cherri Pops

Vixen are a mediocre covers band led by guitarist Steve Grayson and manged by his mother Wendy. Steve's alter-ego is cute rock chick 'Panti Pops'. Joined by fellow closet crossdresser 'Cherri Pops', the two are amazing guitarists leading a band with little or no future. The band needs a 'hook'...something to draw the crowds. When Wendy sees the two gorgeous young crossdressers rocking out in Panti's bedroom, an idea begins to germinate.

Barrack Room Betty
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Fourteen – Supergirls Bangkok

HMS Ark Royal pays a two week visit to Bangkok Thailand and Michele hooks with Ling, a Kai Tai or Katoohey, who becomes her lover and her friend. Spike turns up as usual intent on making Michele's life miserable and an altercation in a Patpong bar may be the tipping point for Michele's tolerance of Spike's brutal behavior.

Shakedown
by Ellie Dauber (c) 2003

The Ace-High Lounge was in its early evening lull, between the “I’ll just stop off for a quick drink on the way home” crowd and the “Let’s go out tonight and have a few drinks” crowd. A few people were scattered here and there through the room, trying to decide which group they wanted to be in.

A beefy man, about forty, in a police uniform, walked in and headed quietly over to the bar. “Your boss around?” he asked the bartender.

“In the office,” the bartender said. “You want I should get him?”

The college sponsored a Winter Carnival every year near the end of January to give everyone a chance to blow off a little steam. There were all sorts of activities such as figure skating contests, snow man building, and even sleigh rides. Some of the frats and sororities had booths with food, hot cider and cocoa. Others set up carnival type of games. The college even cancelled classes for Friday. Naturally, my presence, as the SRS Halloqueen, was requested, and because of my position, RLE didn’t object.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” I lamented to Sylvia.

“Said just like a woman,” she responded.

"My power flurries through the air into the ground," I sing as I dramatically glide across the stage, my ice blue dress flowing around me with every step I take.

"My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
I'm never going back, the past is in the past..."

"Let it go, let it go," I sing, my lungs feeling like they're going to break under the strain.
"And I'll rise like the break of dawn,
Let it go, let it go,
That perfect girl is gone.
Here I stand,
In the light of day,