Chapter Three – Where’s Julian?

Donald takes on a case that leads him to discover Julian's secret life and Donald and Julie finally meet, although not under the the circumstances that either of them expected. The outcome is a revelation to them both and they are both surprised at what happens afterwards. Final chapter.

“I mean... he’s hot, he’s a great guy, but I can’t marry him! He’s straight as a pin, and I’m male like 80% of the time!”

Angeline finds much more of herself and her place with Wyatt and his realm as well as meets her sister as well as surprises.

I suppose this is all my own doing really. I had been working as Mr. Owen’s assistant for 6 months now. I loved the job he was a nice guy. Very generous to his staff and if the company was doing well we all got bonuses. Yes, Owen tech was going places. My dream of buying a narrow boat and living free on the canals of Britain could be realized before I was too old to enjoy it.

This story has forced fem, sex and violence.

I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Barry. I had been listening to him all my life. That’s why I get expelled. That’s why after 10 years of trouble with the police my family booted me out. None of them wanted anything to do with me.

“Umf,” Sophie grunted as her eyes slowly opened and she found herself in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. “He- hello?”

“Ah, bonjour!” The familiar voice of Sophie’s roommate replied with an excited squeak that made Sophie wince.

“Not so loud, please!” Sophie groaned as the throbbing in her head intensified. “What time is it, anyway?”

“Time for you to be getting out of bed,” Francine replied in an authoritative voice. “Today is a big day!”

I made zero progress in putting any of my new clothes away. I had just chilled out, curled up in the single corner of my king size bed that had been kept clear of clothes. For what was probably an hour, I played on my phone. I don’t use social media, but I do watch YouTube. Lots lately. The last hour had been makeup tutorials and clothing haul reviews. I couldn’t get enough of it.

I went downstairs to get a drink, and found my Mum and Sister both in the kitchen.

Constant in All Other Things 2, Chapter Four
by
Fakeminsk (fakeminsk@gmail.com)

“Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love:
Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.”
Much Ado About Nothing

The advert looked too good to be true. A room in a mansion, free rent in exchange for housework. Mark was between jobs and was living in a rundown bedsit. He had been mugged twice and had ran out of money.

They sat around eating and drinking champagne and discussing wedding plans. Sam asked Angus to be best man. He had not known him that long, but he knew it would mean so much to him.

As she ate her chocolate gateaux, Michelle smiled to herself. Everything was going well. There were no more monsters hiding ready to ruin things.

Just as she cleaned up the dinner things, the phone rang.

Michelle took a while to heal. She spent the first two weeks at home with Suzi looking after her. Suzi and Angus were sharing Sam’s old room. They were becoming very close now. Michelle wondered if they would end up married.

Sorry this is so short. I will try to finish it over Christmas

Michelle enjoyed her Christmas more than she had since she was a child. She and Sam exchanged gifts, and Michelle made a traditional Christmas dinner. Michelle loved taking the role of a domestic goddess.
Halfway through March she received a letter from her psychologist approving her gender reassignment. She was both excited and nervous. Sam described the procedure to her.

Suzi and Michelle had immediately started looking a dresses. After an hour of searching they narrowed it down to a choice of three styles. Michelle trusted Suzi's sense of fashion. The whole thing to her was a dream come true. She was going to have her day as a bride. She wanted everything to be perfect.

Suzi had screamed when Michelle asked her to be her bridesmaid. She was a professional woman, but a woman above all. Most women loved weddings. They discussed Sam at length while they were planning what they would want for the wedding.

Two months later Michelle had started her hormone treatment. She was acting like a giddy school girl. She was so happy things were finally happening. Sam would tease her as she checked her breasts each morning.

"They won't grow if you keep checking them you know." Sam said.

"I know it's too early, I just felt my nipples were more sensitive than before, that's all."

Jeanie strikes back at her abusive husband by passively nurturing her son’s fascination with women’s clothing.

They moved into the living room. The old but comfortable sofa welcomed them both. They sat apart, but at a angle so they could talk. Michelle's knees touched Sam's. Unwilling to part from such an understanding warm presence.

"So how long have you felt this way Michelle?"

She thrilled at being called by her female name. Until today no one had ever called her anything but Micheal, or freak.

“Umm, okay,” the young man says. “It is kinda late, though.”

“I know, but this won’t take long,” I say. “Are- is anyone else here, are we alone?”

“Umm, yeah,” comes the reply as I sit down and try to calm myself. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Just- just water will be fine, thanks,” I reply. And I’ll try not to tip it all over myself to calm down, I think to myself.

“Okay,” my host says as he returns from the kitchen and hands me my drink. “So… What’s up?”

A Housewife Forever?

She had met Peter on an adult meeting site. He commented on her pictures with flattering phrases like,

“You look beautiful.”

“I wish I was there holding you.”

“Very attractive legs.”

While this was not that unusual, his comments were always polite. He was never crude, unlike the younger admirers. They tended to be more graphic, telling her exactly what they wanted to do to her. This flattered her, but did was not really what she was looking for.

I apologize for any spelling mistakes or incorrect grammar.
It has been checked quickly, but may not be perfect.

A lifelong crossdresser is offered the chance to move in with a man as a full
time housewife.

The Offer Part 2 Shopping and Spanking

Crossdresser lives out her dream of being a housewife

She heard the front door close, Dave was home.

"Hi babe, how have you been?" he said.

"Good thanks honey how was work?" she replied.

"Hard day, still trying to catch up from last week, I'm tired and ready
for a rest," said Dave.

"You sit down and relax, I'll bring you a beer," she said, smiling to
herself.

This was what she had dreamed of since she was a little boy. Sitting at
her mother's feet, touching her silky stockings, wanting to be just like
her.

Mein Name ist Mark und ich lebe mit meiner Verlobten Jessica mittlerweile seit 6 Jahren zusammen.

Unsere Beziehung könnte nicht besser sein und so haben wir uns vor zwei Monaten verlobt.

Die Hochzeit ist für den Sommer geplant, allerdings gibt es einen Unterschied zu den Hochzeiten, wir man sie aus der Vergangenheit kennt.

Bei der Bestellung des Aufgebots muss man jetzt angeben, wer Zuhause das "Sagen" hat und als guter Freund habe ich dort gesagt, dass es meine Verlobte Jessica hat.