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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...

Warning: this story is...very strongly questionable with it’s ethics in a way I feel worth bringing up at the front, while it doesn’t do anything out of the ordinary some of the words I choose to implement in the narration may make one squeamish.  -- Andrew flaunted around in front of the classroom mirror, luxuriating in the pleasure of his curvy body. The look of his tits, the softness of his skin, and the mischievous smile. He was addicted. And he loved it. And it terrified him sometimes.  He was acutely aware of the reality of his situation; he was being groomed. Mrs. Olivia had turned him into her assistant teacher, Ms. Amanda Kirkwood, to eventually replace her as the bitchy self-serving teacher at his high school. Eventually, this was going to be permanent. And it thrilled him and horrified him. And yet his body still buzzed with arousal as he felt the limitless potential in being Amanda.  The first time he’d felt the spell imposed on his young form it had been pain...

 Greetings true believers! We begin our story in a world much like ours, where something strange and exciting is about to unfold!  --- It had been a long long day for Ben, and the sight of someone in his room had officially capped off the evening as by far the least pleasant day he’d had.  He was epecting to be shot, or stabbed, or hell who knows what this dude could do since he’d snuck up into  his room on the second floor. However,  “Do you believe in the multiverse theory?”That's what the man in the grey jacket said to Ben with a calm voice.  Ben honestly found it hard to believe in anything these days, only a few years out of high school and stuck in a dead end job delivering pizzas while still iving with his family. He’d barely made it out of high school with a passing grade and he was voted most likely to...well..deliver pizza for the rest of his life.  It was an unpleasant life he’d lead, unpopular and generally having a hard time socialising fr...

Another from the pit of Tumblr. This was my first time experimenting with gradients as text background, as well as sometrhing short and snappy.   

So decided that gonna be posting some of the old tumblr caps that got nuked in the purge from my old blog.  They aren't good. but I hope you enjoy them regardless. 

       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 ...