After Mom and I brought out trays with sodas, taquitos, salsa, sour cream and guacamole, we all watched the end of the Angels game — they won. Junior made room on the couch for Mom and I shared the lounger with Daddy, sitting sort of in his lap. I hadn’t done that in years.
“Your hair is nice, Punkin,...
2019-07-05 03:14:56 +0000 UTC View Post
I helped Mom clean the table while Dad and the boys trooped off to watch some game on TV. “Is it the Angels?” Mom asked. “You don’t have to give up watching the Angels just because we found out you’re a girl.”
I made a face at her. “It’s not the Angels,” I said. “Their game is later; the...
2019-07-01 03:14:16 +0000 UTC View Post
Probably coming out Thursday or Friday
2019-06-25 23:52:59 +0000 UTC View Post
Story I'm working on. Anyone want to see some of it? Four macho crossdressers get sucked into a timewarp. :)
2019-06-17 19:00:14 +0000 UTC View Post
Everyone has to start somehere...
2019-05-22 11:08:51 +0000 UTC View Post
I've been slow getting back into the groove after being ill but I think this came out pretty good. :)
2019-05-18 20:56:28 +0000 UTC View Post
Coming soon from DopplerPress
2019-05-17 07:15:29 +0000 UTC View Post
The Drs. Davenport, Jessie and Owen, re-entered the home office displaying somber expressions. Mrs. Madison stood beside the French windows that opened onto the back porch of the large suburban house, smiling. Les sat in the chair in front of the desk, looking at the floor.
“What is this about, Maddy?” ...
2019-02-23 22:16:43 +0000 UTC View Post
Did manage to do this today. Thanks Piper for finding the perfect image. And thanks Angela for donating the story, previous version still available in Hatbox for now.
2019-02-21 04:26:16 +0000 UTC View PostJust a blog post to let everyone know that I am still here despite shingles and a mild bout of the flu. I hope to have new story segments to post soon.
2019-02-15 12:24:27 +0000 UTC View Post
We appeared near the little downtown park a block from Sol Berger’s office. Evergreen bushes lining both sides of the sidewalk concealed our magical arrival from anyone who might have been startled. Travis set out immediately in the right direction, carrying the briefcase full of money and I scurried to catch u...
2019-02-10 01:46:15 +0000 UTC View Post
Mom had no shame. We went directly to my sister’s room and Mom began opening closets and pulling out drawers.
Right away, she went through Joanie’s lingerie drawer and handed me a pair of silky pink panties with ruffles on the back and lace on the front. “These are size 3,” she said. “She may thin...
2019-02-06 09:09:22 +0000 UTC View Post
“What’s wrong?” Dr. Owen asked.
Les sat there trembling, sure that he could never speak because what would he say? “I’m… It’s… Your going to find out…” he stammered in spite of himself, sure that he would simply blurt it out if he kept talking.
But Dr. Owen turned as they both hear...
2019-02-04 10:49:40 +0000 UTC View PostI'm sick this week and unable to keep up the pace of posting I've been doing in Dec and Jan so something that takes less time, like this poll, will give me a breather.
Since I'm going to be slowed by this, I need to focus my energy. Of the series I have posted something of in the last few weeks, which one would you most...
2019-02-02 15:20:12 +0000 UTC View Post
We were going up the stairs to find the phone when we heard Neary ask in a strange voice, “You’re not going to leave me down here alone for another six years, are you?”
Travis squeezed past me to go back and retrieve the lonesome mirror, then he followed me up the stairs. He muttered something just as...
2019-02-01 04:02:41 +0000 UTC View Post
My mother's aunt Sofia came to pick me up in a station wagon, a thing like a cross between a minivan and a car. I didn't know her, and I didn't even know mom had an aunt until the police told me she would be coming.
I waited in the Pueblo, Colorado hospital reception area, sitting with the police matron, trying not to t...
2019-01-31 00:42:50 +0000 UTC View Post
I heard one of my brothers come in through the back door into the kitchen. “Ma!” It was Morgan, four years older than me and a complete asshole. “What’s for dinner, Ma?” he shouted.
Mom rolled her eyes. “Wanna help me tame the beasts?” she asked me.
I shook my head but she tugged me to m...
2019-01-26 09:03:01 +0000 UTC View Post
Les dressed quickly, two pairs of undies again, his training bra, and then the uniform blouse and dress. His wet hair hung past his shoulders as he went into the bedroom to wake Priscilla.
“Five more minutes,” Pris whined.
“Okay,” he said, standing by the bed. He glanced at the clock, seeing t...
2019-01-24 08:05:00 +0000 UTC View Post
At nineteen, Gordon Victor was accepted by the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs, Colorado. He had most of a semester to finish at UCLA then he would report in the fall to the Academy to pursue a degree in Aeronautical Engineering.
“I want to build spaceships,” he told anyone who asked about h...
2019-01-23 12:43:31 +0000 UTC View Post
I turned thirteen in February that year and puberty hit me hard.
Joanie was dating a boy named Ed Steel, a year older than her and a senior at the same school. A six-footer with short brown hair bleached blond on top in a style I found fascinating. I found everything about Ed fascinating. His muscles, his c...
2019-01-22 16:29:50 +0000 UTC View Post
The book told us a lot about what could and couldn’t be done with my magic but mainly it repeated in several ways that I was stuck. I was going to be female and under my master’s orders for as long as seventy years or more.
I didn’t feel nearly as bad about this as I thought I should. The idea of serv...
2019-01-21 04:58:09 +0000 UTC View Post
We talked about it before we started for home. My parents seemed to be into it in a way I would never have expected. Had they always wanted a daughter? Had I been a great disappointment?
I tried to feel them out about me staying a boy. But they were intrigued by the other option.
Surprisingly, it was ...
2019-01-19 18:24:14 +0000 UTC View Post
Shellie got out of the bathroom as quickly as she could, exiting to 23B where George lay across his bed, staring at the ceiling. Oak beams framed the building, but the walls and ceiling were paneled with pine and the construction always seemed to fascinate George. He could stare at it for hours.
“George,...
2019-01-18 17:35:36 +0000 UTC View Post
Les dressed quickly, two pairs of undies again, his training bra, and then the uniform blouse and dress. His wet hair hung past his shoulders as he went into the bedroom to wake Priscilla.
“Five more minutes,” Pris whined.
“Okay,” he said, standing by the bed. He glanced at the clock, seeing t...
2019-01-17 08:01:01 +0000 UTC View Post
I guess I knew I was queer when I started school. Up until then, I was just another little kid, maybe a bit strange, but I hadn’t seen enough of the world to notice what was different about me.
I didn’t really fit in, even in kindergarten. The boys’ rough play didn’t appeal to me as a player but I l...
2019-01-16 09:02:15 +0000 UTC View Post
The book started out with a caveat: “Nothing in this book is definitive because Genie Magic by its nature is fluid and ever-changing. Nevertheless, this is a compilation of everything that is known to be true in the field along with some educated speculation.”
Ah? Right!
Then there were some guidi...
2019-01-14 20:13:52 +0000 UTC View Post
Falling asleep proved harder than he had thought for Les. Despite a nervous exhaustion brought on by the events of the day, he lay between the covers hovering between wakefulness and oblivion.
The noises of the household faded slowly. He heard the adult Davenports go to their room on the other side of the s...
2019-01-13 09:19:08 +0000 UTC View Post
They rode through the gates at Carson Rogers with plenty of time to spare, stopped at the office to sign back in and waved nonchalantly at the weekend office person, Harry Bonds, who also taught woodshop and history, part time.
Their bunk was in Cabin 23, Room B, in the second row behind the main campus qua...
2019-01-12 06:25:45 +0000 UTC View Post
I guess it started on that hiking trip up on Mt. Picacho in the late summer of 1979. Pete and I had wandered off from the Ranger-led group of younger kids being shown bluebells and chipmunks, distracted by a row of stones with peculiar holes in them.
“The Ranger said this is where they ground their acorns...
2019-01-09 22:33:13 +0000 UTC View Post
