A different story

So I don't have a traditional cap for this month that fits the " Rosie " brand.

a little bit of "One More Possession Part 2" has been started but it's been a bit of a start-stop kind of thing for me this past while now.

To give you a bit of a insight into the current state of my mind, I was in a very weird state for the majority of last year, I won't go into why but i did manage to write stuff during that period which has made it to this blog already for the most part, or at the least I'll be posting one in the next couple days.

I know I've been kind of going a little nuts with the non-story personal blog posts but I just want to continue to be as upfront as I can be. You're my audience, I want you to know I want to give you the best stuff from me.

So as a compromise, if you're into it I'd like to recommend one of my stories from my other little project.

Shower Time is a story I wrote a while back and posted over on DeviantArt, It's mostly built on the physical transformation aspect but it's a very emotionally personal story I wrote if simply because of the emotional place the character is being written in.

It's part of a collection I write under my other pen name "Adra The Ghost" the stories there are a lot more focused on the "turning" aspect and tend to end slowly after that rather than the quick transformations and the stories being about the aftermath that Rosie's works tend to be about

I like to hope you'll all find it just as fun, though understandably I know it's not to everyone's taste.

Regardless I do hope to have something out on this blog from my backlog in a couple days as well as having something entirely new written up with in the month or so.

With all that out of the way, I love you all, and I hope everything goes great for you

<3 Rosie.

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Fit Bitch Resort

“This…this isn’t right” Derek thought as he felt the arousal course through his body, feeling the eyes on him as he lounged at the pool “Here you are Ms. Dia,” someone said offering them a drink and a bottle of tanning oil. She smiled and took both. Dia was the name they kept insisting on calling him. Derek kept finding himself feeling dizzy when he thought like Dia. It felt good, everything felt good here. He tried to shake his head, pulling at the jumbled thoughts and memories from the past couple weeks. He thought a vacation to a resort would be good to clear his head and help him get through burn out so he could finally get back to being productive at work again, so he scheduled a trip a trip for about a week where he’d just get to spend time at a hotel being catered to hand and foot. When he arrived, he was given a cozy hotel room if a bit effeminate feeling, and a complimentary smart watch for his stay that would grant him access to all the hote...

The Magic Zipper.

So breaking from the norm and putting the Author's note at the start. As I said in the author notes in the last one this was originally the first version of the last story. to put it bluntly, I'm not sure this story is even good, or at the very least I've had a lot of doubts about the construction of it. However, that said I also don't feel good about just letting it sit in my google drive gathering dust either. It's an imperfect story with a lot of building and a rushed ending, but I think flaws and all someone might like it regardless. Again though, no pictures.

Wick-ed Wax: Gas on the Flame.

“I think I found out how to get our old bodies back, Joe!” Oliver pleaded in desperation with his best friend “We just gotta find the candle!” An annoyed look came over Casey’s face “Veronica, babe. I need you to stop insisting on this candle thing, it’s been making me worry about your sanity.” She put a hand on her friends shoulder reassuring “We’ve been girls our whole lives. I don't know what set this off bit you need help” Oliver's head swam again. It had been getting harder to talk to Joey for the past several weeks, he’d been insisting on pushing with this idea they’d always been this way and it was starting to make him worry for both of them. Making them start to question who was the one losing their grip on reality. “I..look, we just have to find the candle and letting it burn up all the wax and we’ll go back to being men, we just have to-” “There isn’t any candle!” Casey said, her face slipping into anger. “Look, I set us up on ...

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