A New Life? : First Day on the Job

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As jobs go, its not too bad being some rich bastards PA. You send emails, get decent break hours and tend to get much better pay then the drones out in the main office. That you are obviously eye-candy is a given, though whoever your direct boss is tends to act friendly, turn up to christmas parties with you, mainly to either get in your pants and/or pretend to just be one of the masses. Regardless the fact that you do a good job at the end of the day when working for someone trying to get on your good side tends to mean raises. And yes, this is what women talk about in the bathroom. I’ve never been so terrified in my life. Read more

Have a Bit of Class! (Request for Roaster)

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“Phillip!” A shrill voice sounded, breaking Phillip from his daydream. He hated Mrs Greysons class. She was a stuck up bitch and always called him out for doing even the tiniest thing wrong. He also hated having to sit the class with some of the prettiest but bitchiest girls in the school. They giggled and gossiped away while Mrs Greyson let them get off free as she shouted at the boys in the class. “Sorry Mrs Greyson” He apologised to the sound of giggling from the girls and jeering from the guys, happy that it wasn’t them in her sights for this class. “Phillip, if you can’t keep your pathetic mind focused then you can sit outside, you horrid boy” She scolded turning around to resume scrawling on the board. Chelsea, one of the pretty blonde girls beside him, leaned over, smiling and whispered “Yeah, you Horrid boy! we’re trying to learn!” “Oh fuck off, Chelsea, you bitch. You have it easy because youre a girl!” Phillip whispered back angrily, shocking Chelsea that anyone would dare talk back to her. Her expression turned to anger as she reached into her handbag, pulling out and small notebook and hastily scrawling away. Phillip, content that he had shut her up, went back to looking at the board, hoping Mrs Greyson wouldn’t embarrass him in front of the whole class again. Read more

Day-Dreaming (Request)

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Sammy stirred the soup, somewhat excited, yet apprehensive. It was her boyfriend Rich’s birthday and she was unsure what to get him, he wasn’t the kind of guy to just give out hints. Earlier that day she had ventured downtown perusing market stalls, small shops and vendors to find something he would like. She had spotted a small jar of a sparkling deep purple, and purchased it from the wrinkled but lovely old lady with the description “It will help your dreams become more real”. Sammy knew her BF had some pretty enjoyable dreams, because she could hear him, right beside her, most nights. “Surely he would love this if it makes them better and more intense!” She thought. “Who knows, if it’s that good I might try some…” She popped the cap and took a big pinch of the radiant, sparkling purple powder, it’s shimmer like staring into the universe, and sprinkled it into his bowl of soup, stirring and slipping the little jar back into her jeans pocket. Read more

I’m Not Your Son

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“How on earth will you change back?” Questioned the man standing over the young girl with a booming voice.
“Well Daddy, I’m not sure I want to be a boy again.” Stated Sam shrugging her shoulders.
“How could you not want to be a man?” Cried the father.
“Because being a girl is better, if you had the chance you would agree” argued Sam.
“I’m a man through and through and you are a man and my son” shouted the father.
“Your wrong Daddy, I’m a girl and I’m your daughter” explained Sam kindly.
“But your name is Samuel.”
“Samantha” corrected Sam, “but I still like to be called Sam”
“What could even make you want to be a woman?” Questioned the father angrily.
“I don’t have enough time to explain all the excellent reasons why I am now on the better side of the gender wall. But for starters look behind me.” Motioned Sam.
“What am I even looking at?” Quizzed the father.
“Shoes” smiled Sam.
“Shoes! Only fucking shoes have you lost your mind?”
“No Daddy I have not”
“You’re probably not even a woman anyway, how can you transform with out me knowing about it?”
“Well Daddy,” sighed Sam shrugging her shoulders once again, “I never intended to be a girl, when I went away there was a chemical spill which made me a female, that’s why I’ve been away so long. I had to learn how to live as a female and now I love it”
“You’re not my son, you’re a fucking disgrace. I am ashamed of you” growled the father.
Sam was hurt by this at first but then came up with the perfect reply, “you know what Daddy, you’re right, I’m your daughter, you’re beautiful daughter. Oh, and Daddy I was wondering about birthdays and things after all mine is coming up soon. There are these green heels I’ve been looking at on the internet and I absolutely adore them” said Sam cheekily.
With that Sam’s father walked off and she never saw him again not that Sam truly felt as though she had lost anything.

Sexy Stormtrooper

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Halloween costumes can be hard to find at the best of times but the TG store guarantees that they will make it incredibly easy. Of course with an ad like that I went in. I’d always been a Star Wars fan so I opted for a Star Wars costume.
They gave me a stormtrooper costume. I tried it on and it felt as though it was a perfect fit. Happy with my find I took the costume off. When I took the costume off a lot was different. My penis was replaced by a vagina, I had long hair, I had two big breasts, I had a curvy body, I was a woman. I was furious. I gave the manager a piece of my mind I was completely and utterly livid. However, he explained that there was nothing that could be done and I was stuck this way. I was incredibly upset. They offered me a new costume and financial compensation. I willingly accepted. The new costume wasn’t the one I had tried on. The store disposed of it due to its danger. Instead I got a latex dress with heels and a helmet. I looked like a stormtrooper from a porn parody. Which I wasn’t keen on.
I know I won’t be a man again but I wish I was.

Amazing party

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When I was on holiday in America, I often attend different parties. Almost every party I met one black guy, he had fun, talked with guests, and I never paid him much attention until one day I noticed that he was talking to some guy on the couch, they drank, laughed, joked, and then go to the second floor. I thought that they are gays, and again did not pay much attention to it, but after about an hour this black guy went down from the 2nd floor and quietly left the party, and then a beautiful girl followed him down and also quietly left the party. “Strangely, he go upstairs with the guy and went with the girl” I thought, but did not attach any importance to this. Read more

The Masculinity Fight

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As the field of bio-engineering progressed, so did the MMA scene. Even if someone snapped his bones or even severed his spines in the ring, he’d be back fresh the very next day after getting some shots from docs. I guess that took some excitement out from the fighting scene. People wanted something more on the line when two people are fighting in the ring. So, that’s when the Masculinity Fight was introduced. Read more

Moving In!

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The large ornate wooden door swung open with a creak and a thud, welcoming the new owner of Sutterley Manor.
“God damn! this place is MASSIVE!” Mark the new owner voice echoed around the dim atrium. A new and extremely cheap listing on the market, anyone would have been out of their mind not to check out such a steal. As he walked around admiring the antiques and paintings all in their original untouched positions on walls, tables and standing against the walls. Mark rubbed his chin, still in awe at how remarkable his luck was. He could spend hours exploring his new home with all its wings, intricacies, and nooks and crannys however the large oak grandfather clock donged, letting the occupant know that it was midnight and time for bed. “Well…I guess I can check out everything else tomorrow. Just a shame I didn’t leave earlier though, took me hours to get here.” Mark thought, going to fetch his bag and wheel it up into the master bedroom. Read more

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