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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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.

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 hotel amenities as well as the us

Genie's Out of The Bottle.

Mark had a love of antiques, and he loved finding weird out of place things. He’d always been weird and out of place so he felt a strong kinship with these weird out-of-place things. Some of it he sold, some of it he didn’t. And In a couple of years after graduating high school, his apartment had turned into a weird mish-mash of themeless nick-nacks. There was a part of him that did want the normal life, but he lacked a desire to date, and kind of was just coasting, hoping that perhaps fate would drop his perfect match into his lap. Fate had something else in mind for him. It was an unassuming lamp. Made out of shaped metal, with some very very basic electrical wiring spooled through it to plug into a socket. Something that looked...more ordinary than his usual fair, but...he wanted it. Something about it spoke to him. This is what brought him to sitting in his weathered old armchair, rubbing it down with a dust cloth and some restorative solution Before he knew it the lightb

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