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Tight Spot
XtinaSmith2017 Cody bit his lip as he looked over towards the shop, a little anxious about their planned endeavor but not wanting to come off as uncool to his friends, "Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked. His friends grinned and laughed, playfully nudging him as they made their way ... Read full Story
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The Next Level
Nitromethane It's been a couple of weeks now since I sucked my last shemale cock and swallowed her load, and with enough distractions, it hasn't been too difficult keeping myself preoccupied and my mind off of satiating my new fixation. Still though, I do have my moments when I sit back and imagi... Read full Story
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The Meeting of Cortney and CiCi p1
Cortney could not keep herself from thinking about the upcoming date with CiCi as she sat in the luxuriant bath water and shaved her legs. She planned to fuck the glam slut whore long and hard. But first, the metamorphosis to turn her into the dome bitch - Cortney. She rose from the bath, patted... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 13
Does Life Imitate Art? I love technology, in spite of the stereotype about girls. Although I was a guy, at least outwardly, until a year ago, I think I was always inwardly a girl. According to the stereotype, we girls are supposed to be indifferent to anything more technical than the designer cov... Read full Story
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A Fantasy in Pantyhose
I always go out to the same bar on thursdays. The women are hot and long legged and they always wear pantyhose. Like usual, I dress in jeans, collared shirt and a jacket, deck shoes or dress shoes. Underneath, pantyhose. Always sheer to waist, no underwear and always nude. My jeans are long enough t... Read full Story
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Headmistress' Favorite Sport Part 7
At the academy Denise and the others immediately resumed their old routines. The training for the second year slaves had started a few weeks before the new batch of sissies arrived at the academy. Not many new elements were introduced in the training as the second year was mostly about perfecting th... Read full Story
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Alleys
My mother told me never to take a girl into an alley at night. She went on about how dangerous they were, with strangers lurking in dark doorways waiting to do horrible things to the people who wander in alleys. Alleys can be dark, imposing and dirty especially in the city. I spent my youth avoiding... Read full Story
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Dear Diary
It's now been one year since mother passed away. I still miss her terribly and think of her each day. I also feel ashamed at times when I just wish she were still here to protect me from father and to intervene. His hate for me seems to grow each day and he told me the day I turn eighteen I will be ... Read full Story
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Sissy Beginnings Full
Part 1 Jasmine was ruined. As she lay on the bed, the salty bitter semen tainted her taste buds, her cheeks resisting movement due to the dried loads smeared over her face, and her tight hole was flinching after the excessive period of hightened activity. The shame washed over her as she rea... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 4
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate being around people. Actually, I hate being alone: it brings out the weird self-critic inside me. But god, do I hate crowds. Fall registration brought mobs to the campus. The half-empty dormitory that I had shared with a few Asian engineering students was... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 11
"En Francais", they say "plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose:" the more things change, the more they stay the same. When Tran and I got back to Minneapolis from our trip to Thailand for our sex change operations, it was every bit as dark, frigid and depressing as it had been... Read full Story
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Vengeance is sweet
What a warm day. Really hot, perhaps even the camels fainted in the zoo because of the heat. The thermometer reached 35°C that day. At these temperatures people usually aren’t up to do anything. So did I, because I sat together with Claude in his front yard. We were both sitting on our bea... Read full Story
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Brad's Bitch
The phone rang. I pulled it from my jeans pocket and saw that it was Brad. Shit! I really didn't want a call from him right now. Maybe I should just ignore it. But somehow he always knew when I'd just ignored his calls. And then that was even worse. I answered it, thinking only fleetingly about &... Read full Story
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I Give Up
The following story is the first of four parts of a tale that explores the theme of transformation. It is thematically similar others that I have submitted but has a larger narrative arc. I hope you enjoy reading the first portion, Act One & Two. I continue to work on better editing and someone h... Read full Story