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 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. 

 Katie Wilmer had personally gone out of her way to make Toby’s life hell, and he’d finally had enough.      In elementary school, it was verbal teasing. In middle school, it was physically punching and slapping him in the hallways, and occasionally getting his male peers to beat him up. And then finally in senior year of high school, it was a combination of all that plus social ostracisation and worst? She’d somehow found out his secrets and outed him as a bisexual before he was ready, and worse yet? Somehow she’d wormed her way into getting his locker combination and left a high school cheerleader outfit inside it adding to Toby’s insecurities about their gender presentation.       Katie got everything she wanted and got away with even more. It made his blood boil, all he could think about was how much he wish he could have that life, and what he’d do in her position. Unfortunately, that was just idle fantasy, and he could do was cope in the one...

       Every once in a while when not taking or sucking on a hot dick, in between moments of dancing out for customers, when I’m not the center of attention that I have moments of clarity, moments of just how far this has gotten out of hand, and in moments like that I always recall  and ask myself; How did I get here?       It was weeks? Months? A year ago? Time is a blurry detail these days when I have so much more on my mind. I remember it clearly. I had applied for a local pub that had opened up a few months earlier and had exploded in popularity, almost never not stuff to the brim with business.  Dolly’s, what made Dolly’s so intensely popular was because it’s staff was almost 100% the hottest women you had ever laid eyes on, something about the ladies though was almost supernaturally hot as if they’d all been made in a lab to each be a solid 11 out of 10        The interview was for the most part completely ...

He lay there feeling his naked nubile body, staring at a nearby clock.  His right hand lay on the pussy of his feminine form, lightly stroking fingernails over the top of the slit he’d been given for a solid weekend.  His left hand lay on the back of his neck, feeling the catch at the base of his neck, intimately aware of the knowledge that if he sink a finger under it he would release the suit and be able to pull it off, and be free of this.  “No man would willingly let themselves become a woman” he remembered the version of himself from before the start of the weekend echo in his mind, foolishly proclaiming.  He felt his body heating from inside the suit all the way out to the skin his delicate finger gently caressed. There wasn’t a trace of the old him to be seen with this body, he moaned in response as he felt the tingling pulses ripple out from the entrance at the intersection of his legs and pelvis.  “You wanna bet?” Dan, now Amanda grinned at him. The mem...