Chapter 10

They decided that the timpani, trumpets and French Horns should be in front of the big window, then the violins, of which there were nine firsts and nine seconds, angled at forty-five degrees so they could see the conductor. The leader was placed close to where the rostrum would be, and they set out three lines of three, side by side, and then another three lines of three, staggered to the others.

Chapter 9

Next morning, Jacob avoided looking at her when he got on the vehicle. She wasn’t going to let him get away with it.

“Enjoy the show, Jacob?”

“It was all right.”

“How did your new girlfriend like it?”

Gina looked at Willow, eyes wide. Jacob looked around, his face glowing.

“Her name is Anita. She is the younger sister of one of the Hikers. I was rostered on as her escort, as she wanted to see the show and her brother is in Spain.”

Chapter 8

After breakfast on the Tuesday, they were taken to see Versailles, as promised. What hadn’t been said was that they would be followed around by photographers and posed beside wonderful artworks and, as a group, on the sweeping staircase. They weren’t alone with this, as G-Force were putting up with it as well. Jacob seemed angry about the imposition on his time but went along with it.

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies:
These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic.

Dexter had always played second fiddle in his family.
While he is just as strong a witch as his sister, witch society still hedges its prejudice against male witches.
But all changes when an accident makes a make-up spell hit Dexter, instead of his sister.
He looks eerily similar to his cousin and therein lies an opportunity.
One his mother is eager to exploit, when their family and witch coven suffers a tragedy.

Now it is up to Dexter to step up and be the witch he was always meant to be.

Uncle Ben Is Coming to Stay
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

“Now you met him last night and he is clearly comfortable around you, so he will be coming to stay with us … he is moving in tomorrow.” The face had a look of determination. Argument was pointless and potentially damaging. “I have told you that there would be changes around here and you will just need to get used to it, son!”

The Pampered Boy 6
Pageant Workshops

Boy confesses he's jealous of his sisters...
Mom offers to pamper him...

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies:
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

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies:
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

Chapter 3

What was the parking space had been cleaned and painted. There was a girder frame around the walls, supported by uprights on each corner, and across the back wall it supported a pair of steel doors that totally hid the doors to the lane. The single door at the other side had been bricked up. There was an industrial rack to the left, the same as used in the distribution area and big enough to take pallets.

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies:
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.

Chapter 2

Petunia started breathing again.

“This is just for us?”

“This is something for you girls to understand. The school looks after talent. There is a lot of equipment that can come out when you need it. Last term we played a concert where we needed a glass harmonica, and one was available. Now, introduce us to your friends and let’s see what you can do.”

Boy confesses he's jealous of his sisters...
Mom offers to pamper him...
Two sisters offer to help...
Dad is upset, relinquishes...
Beauty Pageant for Teen Boys as Girls...

Over the next two weeks, Jennifer found herself watching James with a new, quiet intensity. It started from a place of care, a desire to monitor him after his breakdown, to take his emotional temperature and ensure he wasn’t spiralling again. But the more she watched, the more she noticed what they had both seen in the mirror that night.

My mouth and eyes were dry, sunlight through my parents window caused me to stir. I rubbed my eyes a little, after opening them I realised what a mistake that was. I had been wearing mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow last night and hadn't removed it prior to sleep. The black smudged transfer on my hands led me to expect the same on my face.

Boy confesses he's jealous of his sisters...
Mom offers to pamper him...
Two sisters offer to help...
Dad is upset, relinquishes...

The morning light filtered through the blinds, striping the empty half of the bed beside him. James groaned, reaching a hand out to the cool sheets where Jennifer should have been. Her flight to Singapore had left yesterday afternoon, and the silence in the apartment was a low hum he couldn’t quite ignore.

A text from her, sent from some airport lounge, glowed on his phone screen: Thinking of you. Go show Dr. Mercer your excellent progress! Xo.

He smiled, a little sadly. Excellent progress. Right.

James fidgeted in the examination room, the lace-edged bralette suddenly feeling far more noticeable under his t-shirt than it ever had at home. When Dr. Mercer knocked and entered, James instinctively crossed his arms over his chest, then immediately felt ridiculous.

The doctor, to his credit, didn’t bat an eye. "How’s the tenderness?" he asked, flipping open James’ chart.

"Better, honestly. The uh," James gestured vaguely at his chest, "support helps. A lot."

Dr. Mercer nodded approvingly. "Good. Let’s take a look."

Dr. Elias Mercer’s office smelled like lavender and antiseptic, a combination that somehow made the framed diagrams of mammary glands on the wall feel less intimidating. The silver-haired endocrinologist leaned forward in his chair, steepling his fingers as he studied James and Jennifer with warm, crinkled eyes.

“Let me start by saying,” Dr. Mercer began, “in fifteen years of helping transgender women lactate, I’ve never had a cisgender man walk into my office with this level of commitment. It’s… refreshing.”