"I am Selene," the woman said after briefly stepping away to retrieve a robe for me to cover up. "You may call me Madam Selene, or just Madam will suffice."

I nodded as I quickly draped the robe over my naked body. The soft material felt heavenly atop my bare skin, a stark contrast to the rough tunic that clung to my body the past few weeks.

"And you are?" I heard her ask. I hadn't yet had the opportunity to ponder my new circumstance, but that still would have to wait.

"Rowen, ma'am—" I paused, "Madam."

I remember the day we first met. He'd walked through the doors of the orphanage half shrouded behind a tall woman I would never see again. It had been difficult to make out his face in the dimly lit hallway, but I could tell he was terrified of everything around him. Then again, who wouldn't be?
 
Unlike him, my first memories had been of this place. I imagine I would have been just as terrified of these rundown walls in his shoes. For me, this was home, and even back then at the tender age of 7, I knew they would be home for him too.
 

Bob finds panties in his drawer.

After dinner, they passed a very agreeable hour in a slow, mutual exploration of each other's bodies. To Tano's relief, Eldreth wasn't at all put out that Tano came twice to her once, saying that it was both a tremendous compliment and extremely sexy.

The post-coital cuddling was wonderful enough to be its own revelation, but Tano declined Eldreth's invitation to stay the night, preferring to spend the night in his own space.

The next morning, he made a point of stopping at The Drunken Lord.

The next morning, I woke bright and early, brushed out my hair into as feminine a style as I could manage, had a really close shave of my face. put on a dressing gown and went to give the clothes a tumble-dry.

Day 1

A young New Yorker finds himself in over his head after finding a symbiote that changes him in unexpected ways.

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Chapter 15

Drip.

Drip.

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies: 001-005
These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic; but AI and Face Swapping does make me look much younger.

My name is Caspar Ozymandias Duchamp. Please don’t mention that to anybody. I’m known as Cod. I know it’s a bit fishy but I prefer that to my real name. Besides it makes me a big fish in a small pond – I wish. I’m not really that important in school. On the other hand, my high school is not that important. To be honest, it’s on skid row. Nobody cares. The teachers have given up, most of them anyway. The sports teams are in a death spiral with dire results resulting in dire recruitment. For God’s sake they couldn’t even get enough girls to get a full cheerleading squad this year. But who but a cheerleader could care about the Kangville Kangaroo Rats? Just the name is enough to lose interest.

The freshmen boys of Asher College have obsessed for weeks in anticipation of Phi Lambda Phi’s annual ‘Harvest Moon Panty Raid’ but Nick Wilder has other plans. He’s got his eye on one Phi Lamb in particular and he’s not about to screw it up by being like everyone else. But plans change and so must Nick if he’s going to get the girl of his dreams.

The freshmen boys of Asher College have obsessed for weeks in anticipation of Phi Lambda Phi’s annual ‘Harvest Moon Panty Raid’ but Nick Wilder has other plans. He’s got his eye on one Phi Lamb in particular and he’s not about to screw it up by being like everyone else. But plans change and so must Nick if he’s going to get the girl of his dreams.

The freshmen boys of Asher College have obsessed for weeks in anticipation of Phi Lambda Phi’s annual ‘Harvest Moon Panty Raid’ but Nick Wilder has other plans. He’s got his eye on one Phi Lamb in particular and he’s not about to screw it up by being like everyone else. But plans change and so must Nick if he’s going to get the girl of his dreams.

The freshmen boys of Asher College have obsessed for weeks in anticipation of Phi Lambda Phi’s annual ‘Harvest Moon Panty Raid’ but Nick Wilder has other plans. He’s got his eye on one Phi Lamb in particular and he’s not about to screw it up by being like everyone else. But plans change and so must Nick if he’s going to get the girl of his dreams.

The freshmen boys of Asher College have obsessed for weeks in anticipation of Phi Lambda Phi’s annual ‘Harvest Moon Panty Raid’ but Nick Wilder has other plans. He’s got his eye on one Phi Lamb in particular and he’s not about to screw it up by being like everyone else. But plans change and so must Nick if he’s going to get the girl of his dreams.

A Trip to Las Vegas
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

“Somebody is very mad at you” was the title of this image by Robyn2801

The freshmen boys of Asher College have obsessed for weeks in anticipation of Phi Lambda Phi’s annual ‘Harvest Moon Panty Raid’ but Nick Wilder has other plans. He’s got his eye on one Phi Lamb in particular and he’s not about to screw it up by being like everyone else. But plans change and so must Nick if he’s going to get the girl of his dreams.

The scent was strong, acrid, maybe even a little sweet but unmistakably chemical, it was difficult to pin down any of the separate notes of the scent.

“Keep your fingers straight.” she instructed.

“Uh, sorry…” is all I managed, having suddenly been pulled out of my amateur scent analysis of the nail polish fumes.

“I know you've done this before, surely you know to keep your fingers straight, is something bothering you Jacob?” Laura enquired.

He found it difficult to settle back into work upon his return.

Even once his member returned to normal, there was a bewildering array of processes that he couldn't stop being aware of. The expansion and contraction of his chest, once an imitated habit meant to put humans at ease and now a biological necessity. Blinking, as apparently one's eyes were another body part that needed to remain moist. To say nothing of his first experience of defecation, which had been unpleasant.

Coach Wilson was not a boy, any more than I was.

In the summer of 1972, 15-year-old Charlie is sent to live with his sharp-witted Aunt Mela and spirited cousin Lottie. Due to his rebellious behavior and refusal to follow house rules, Aunt Mela implements a unique disciplinary strategy: a series of “gentlemen’s agreements” that gradually push Charlie further and further from the role of an actual gentleman.

Two Men Too Many
A Short Western Story
By Maryanne Peters

Some say that when you are headed west and there is nothing before you except open space and hard work, that you need more young men than you do young women. But as far as the Haddon Colby train of 1861 was concerned, they had two men too many.