One Day in My Shoes Part 1"Hey J.D.!" Rachel said running into the living room, where he was reading a comic on the sofa, "Heads up!"One Day in My Shoes Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He glanced up in time to see her do a catlike jump over the coffee table and directly at him. He dropped the comic just as she landed right on him, crushing his chest with her own large and heavy chest. "Hi sweetie!" she said giving him a big kiss on the lips as she recovered from the jump, "You wouldn't believe it!"
"I'm still not sure I believe what you just did!" he said gasping for breath as he pushed onto the other side of the couch, "Don't do that again!"
"Sorry!" she giggled, "Anyways, I did it! I got a job!"
"You got a what?"
"A job!" she said excitedly, "I told you I've been looking for a job for a while now to help pay for some of the stuff we buy for ourselves."
"Oh yeah," he said sitting up straight, "I'm just surprised you got it so quickly."
"Well it turned out to be easier than I thought," she said, "I checked out a lot of the
Broken Mirror - TGJared studied the mirror, feeling for stubble with his palm for a moment before grabbing the razor; Kat could wait five minutes. He squirted the cream on it in a neat swirl, running the razor under hot water in preparation and lifted the cream laden hand to his face. He paused, staring at the smooth skin in the reflection for a moment, letting his hand fall. Wide brown eyes stared back at him, outlined by faint eyebrows and soft cheek bones, and framed by shaggy hair that moved down past the shoulder. He ran his eyes across it, uncertainly, all the way to his chest; there was something important about his chest. He stared at it for a moment, mind refusing to put it to words until he squeezed his eyes shut in frustration, then snapped them open again.Broken Mirror - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A faint stubble decorated the cheeks of his broad face. His eyes were a little on the small side, though not by much. His mouth was a thin line from concentration, and his eyebrows were bushier than he would have liked. His hair was a litt
Transhorties: TG ColaTranshorties: TG Cola And BlackjackTranshorties: TG Cola3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't think you've got us believing this story for one second," said the young man in front of our.... er protagonist. "That stuff's fake." There was a very irritating smirk on his face as he brushed his shaggy red hair out of his face.
"Nope!" Said his still rather smug looking friend though his hair was too short for him to do his own smarmy hair flip. "It's 100% real, Brennan. I guarantee."
That someone wouldn't believe the issue at hand isn't actually very surprising it was rather incredible. In fact, in normal situations Jonny would've been totally understanding. But everyone who knew Brennan knew he had a tendency to be obnoxiously combative on purpose, and Jonny really didn't have the patience for it at the moment. Who could blame him, with the windfall that had fallen into his lap?
"Yeah, right." Brennan shot nastily. "You've played stupid jokes on us before, Jonny. W
Fire Stone TGPaul was an average teenage boy. He had many friends, liked both sports and video games, and had many secrets. However, some of his secrets were things that he didn't even want to admit to himself. For example, his father is abusive. He knows that he should tell someone, but whenever the thought crosses his mind, he gets scared and backs down. His father gets worse when he drinks, and he drank a lot. Paul lived near the high school he went to, and walked back and forth every day. On his way home one day, thinking about how he wanted to finally stand up to his father for once, he saw a light shining through the grass. He walked over to the shine and saw a cloth. When he unwrapped the cloth, he saw a glowing orange stone. The stone appeared to have a living blaze inside of it.Fire Stone TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's not possible," Paul said aloud, not really directing his comment at anyone. "Fire can't exist inside of stone..."
He looked closer at the stone. The stone actually looked more like a priceless gem than a ro
Christmas Curse TgChristmas Curse TGChristmas Curse Tg4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's Christmas time and the world eagerly counts the days down to that special day, but everyone celebrates it differently, many decorate and give gifts to each other, but some slightly abnormal people celebrate it by other means. A victim of one such celebration was Leo.
Leo was in his early twenties, tall with short red hair, but what set him apart from most people was the fact that he's a Grinch, a scrooge among scrooges, he didn't like Christmas. Why give stuff away when you could buy yourself nice things? Leo sadly had never had good Christmas, he didn't have any close family to share anything with so why be happy at Christmas? To him it was just another day.
The week before Christmas Leo was working the late shift at the diner where he was gainfully employed, after his shift he took off his uniform in favor of his regular winter clothes, a camouflage jacket, blue jeans and a skull cap. He was ready to return to his home to rest and relax. After a day o
An Unusual Holiday Pt 1I gave my sister one last worried glance, "You remember the deal?" she asked rather seriously, I gave a nervous glance at the 'chamber' before me, it was a simple cylindrical structure but it looked more like a prison cell to me and I was worried I'd be stuck in there forever. "Yea," I finally said, through gritted teeth "Gotta press the random button." She looked at me and saidAn Unusual Holiday Pt 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well if you don't I'm gonna kick your ass, got it?!" I licked my lips nervously, we had both agreed to go random as to avoid teasing the other for their choice. "Alright," I mumbled and stepped forward, nearing the cylinder prison, "Oh, and it may hurt," she warned before stepping into her cylinder thing. I took one last look around and took of my ray bands (I normally don't wear sunnies but my sister always dressed me before we went out making sure I looked good) before stepping into the one I was allocated to. I had a quick glance at all the species available to choose from and I tried to ignore them as I re
Mass Effect 3 Alt Ending Narrative EpilogueMass EffectMass Effect 3 Alt Ending Narrative Epilogue4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Note: Text and pictures are shown while this is shown in segments and fade away
Several years had passed since the Reapers had been destroyed, with the chaos that came with the Reapers finally settling down, the peace that Commander Shepard had brought lasted for hundreds of years. If Shepard took council positionCommander Shepard after accepting the council position eventually retired a year later after he had enough of the political bullshit that the council had to deal with almost on a daily basis. Shepard returned to being a spectre and a soldier of the Alliance Military commanding the crew of the SSV Normandy SR2. if Shepard declined the position Shepard continued to being a council Spectre and a soldier of the Alliance Military commanding the crew of the SSV Normandy SR2. The Krogans and Turians remained allies as did the Geth and the Quarians. The Citadel had been moved back to the heart of the Serpen
The Widow Maker: First Victim"Please honey don't leave... The army can do without one man to serve their country..." cried a young woman.The Widow Maker: First Victim5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Baby I've been called to serve my country, something only a foolish boy could have dreamed of. I need to fight for this beautiful land to make sure the one I love keeps her freedom." replied a young man packing his bag.
The young lover continued to cry as she watched the love of her life walk out the door to serve his fellow men in the bloody war. She was a young maiden with short blond hair that curled at the ends which was easy for her to maintain, of course the real reason was for her husband who adored her style of hair. The young wife managed to laugh a bit as she was reminded of this when looking silently in a mirror.
Alice as she was called sat down in her husband's favorite chair and refused to leave till she knew what happened to her husband. The only time she left was to eat or use the bathroom otherwise she kept still in that chair till one day she got the tragic new
Secretary - TGThere was a button beneath Leonardo's desk. He'd noticed it a few minutes ago, for the first time, upon reaching under his desk. He'd found it by accident, chasing a dropped pen; it had fascinated him since, distracting him from his work every time he'd directed his eyes at the cluttered mass of papers amassed on the cherry wood. Everything did that, though; work was just too boring.Secretary - TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The button, though, was special; or Leonardo told himself it was. It was a button; a red button, placed beneath his desk without his foreknowledge, just primed for an accidental touch; it filled his imagination with possibilities, straight from his artwork. Perhaps it was a secret button; capable of turning men into women. Perhaps it shot a call to the police; or some secret agents, who had been tied to the last owner of his desk. Perhaps his desk had some amazing, legendary ex owner; despite the fact that he had bought it new.
His fingers clutched at his knee caps, resisting the urge to crawl forward and
Pages in a Notebook Part 2Harold kept complaining about how weird his body felt as we walked. He described it as this tingly feeling like when your arms or legs fall asleep but it felt good. I would occasionally look over at him to see if anything was actually happening, nothing had happened so far so you would think something would have happened. As I say that Harold's entire body shrinks down in height by a few more inches leaving me towering over him.Pages in a Notebook Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Holy hell I feel like a giant!" I said in a shocked voice as I continued to watch Harold change.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" he replied as he was forced to look up at me. "Oh… son of a… so how's the weather up there?"
Good to see that he still had his sense of humor despite the fact he was changing by the minute. The only problem was he was changing faster the closer we got back to the house, I mean one minute his chest is flat as a board and then the next he's struggling to keep his ample breasts contained in his shirt. He suddenly stopped an
I wonder - TGHave you ever wondered what it's like?I wonder - TG4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Thought about what it could be?
Hid from the idea of what could happen?
Have you looked down at your chest, and imagined breasts? Or flatness? Have you stared at your groin and imagined if it was different? Have you thought of your hair and imagined it long, or maybe short?
I wonder if you have. I wonder if you haven't.
Are you imagining it right now? The pull of long hair, the freedom of short; the weight of large breasts, the strange feeling of none. The touch of the cloth against your new flesh that touch, right there, so alien yet so familiar.
Have you ever wondered what that would be like?
I wonder if you have. I wonder if you haven't.
I wonder if you're about to wish you had.
The Witches BagThe Witches BagThe Witches Bag2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Well that was a fine waste of an afternoon, Gus thought while climbing out of the trashcan he had been desposited into a skit two minutes ago. The young man had figured it better to wait for the bullies to have their fun and shove off rather than encourage more dangerous endevors at his expense.
At twenty two Gus figured the college bracket had grown beyond such childish stereotypes of eightie movie villains. Apparently in some people the brain was the only muscle that failed to grow. It was not like he had done anything malicious to deserve a hazzing. It was spring break. Half the student body was partying at the beach. In a surprising fling of confidence, Gus approached the first woman he saw sunbathing alone and offered a drink. It would have been enough if they had just left him with sand flung in the face. Not when Murphy's law had its say. The underdog always seems to pick the girls dating what amounts to their generations violent brutes.
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
Still The Same - TGI expect more of tomorrow. I expect more of tomorrow because I want more of tomorrow, because I don't know what to say about today.Still The Same - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was interesting. Today was sucky, and today was great. Today had victories, and today had losses. There were things that I got, and things that I failed to get. There's no music and little internet, but there was fun for a time. Things got done, if not always the things I wanted to do. It made me happy.
But some things didn't get done. Some things didn't go right no matter how desperately I tried. Some stories weren't finished, some tails weren't told, some contests weren't won, and some lives didn't shift for the better. And when I look down at myself, I'm still the same me I saw this morning in the mirror.
The mirror is my enemy; I go under the personal assumption, each and every morning that it's broken. That my eyes are half blind, and my feeling isn't quite right, so when I don't see or feel breasts there's a reason. That my shirt is
One More Dance - TG No TFI glance down the hallway; no one. I look up it, too, but there's still no one. I take one breath, and then another, gathering my courage. I hold the grocery bag tighter against my chest, and hope I don't fall. It's made of paper; nobody will see what's inside unless I fall.One More Dance - TG No TF5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I hesitate between the bathrooms, then close my eyes and run into the boys. It's fine if I don't see the urinal. It's all the same inside the stalls dirty and gross, but androgynous, if you ignore the writing. I wonder if the girls bathroom has that too.
I drop the bag, trying not to wince when a corner of the white cloth spills out against the ground. I tug it up quickly, worried that someone will somehow see it, and then laugh at myself. I slam hands over my mouth, trying to still my breathing enough to make sure no one will hear. It's ridiculous; it's the bathroom. No one will care. I'm silent for a moment anyway, making sure I don't hear any footsteps; and then I slide off the shirt, and put o
Wishes - TGPeter typed slowly, one finger moving on the keyboard at a time. He was careful to examine each keystroke he made, making sure nothing was out of place; he couldn't shake the feeling that everything would work out right if he could just type up the document right; that things would go his way once if he could just express his emotions perfectly. Anyone who said it was the thought that counted hadn't been rejected by every girl they'd written something to.Wishes - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scanning the document one final time for technical errors, Peter pressed the print button, worriedly creasing his love letter at precise intervals for perfect folds to be placed in the properly sized folder. He closed it firmly and wrote his name with a ball point pen, black, in bold but carefully placed letters. He smiled as he walked out the door and down the street, sliding it into her locker and heading to class.
He stopped smiling when she slapped him full on the face. "For the last time, I am not interested in boys!" she muttere
A Little Unexpected - Chapter 1"Yes!" I breathe as I walk through the school gates for the last time in the next 6 weeks. 6 weeks of freedom, no school, no homework, no bullies, just recess. Pulling my bag straps into a more comfortable position, I begin the journey across town to my house, humming gently to myself as I walk; the sun beating down its summer rays upon me. As I walk, I spot the girl of my dreams, Sasha, walking along the pavement in front of me, her hips swaying slightly as she goes. I can't help but admire how her black form-fitting denim shorts and Nirvana t-shirt complement her body. I guess it's a shame she's into bad boys, and I'm more the kid that gets bullied by the bad boys. Nevertheless, I can still dream…A Little Unexpected - Chapter 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Hey Tom!" calls the voice of my best friend, Mike, breaking me from my daydream. Turning around, I see the 5'7'' slightly-athletic build of my best friend. In comparison, my 5'5'' scrawny build is no match, which makes me wonder for every moment I am with him, why he chose to be friends wi
One Size Fits AllWARNING: Version 7 has been known to cause damage to PC's from frustrated uploaders.One Size Fits All5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One Size Fits All
"What do you think of this one?"
"This would probably clash with our cuff links."
"Dude, you're not even looking at it!"
"Hm?" JT looked up from his PSP at his fellow teenager. Boredom was plastered over his face, showing no interest in the suit under discussion. "I'm still saying this is a waste of time and money, Kent."
The blond haired boy sighed, draping the suit across JTs arms before video games could reclaim priority. "Come on, man, its prom. Don't you want to graduate saying you at least tried?"
"I'd rather play that HaloDST tournament." Shutting off his game, JT stared at the garment forced upon him. A pretty standard button up suit, given that he did not care about its distinct looks from the rest of the hanging samples. Still, it would make a good blend in with the crowd. JT considered his options for a second before giving Ke
Pages in a Notebook Part 1It was finally my senior year of high school and things were finally going the way I wanted it. I moved into a condo with my best friend Harold that his grandparents were renting but never used, thus giving us the entire thing to ourselves. They even gave us money every week to spend on groceries so that way we could spend the rest of the time on "school work" and get into a good college. As for our looks I was sporting a nice short brown hair that usually styled itself, I'm pretty tall at an even 6 feet while Harold was just a few inches shorter. He always kept his blond hair pretty long and styled to give him that skater look for reasons that even I don't understand.Pages in a Notebook Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I only had one required class to graduate and the rest were just random electives I felt like taking. In order to graduate I had to take two semesters of this writing class which was only offered to seniors, which was a huge bummer. The purpose of this class was to prepare us for having to write college level papers but
The Milkman Comes to DeliverMiltank TF Request.The Milkman Comes to Deliver4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Birds squawked outside in the cool morning air, chirping happily as the sun rose upon suburbia. The sky was a brilliant blood red, the sun hidden behind a lone cloud. All over, the day was just beginning for many people.
Damon was one of those people, looking over at his buzzing alarm clock. Damon was an average teen, living on his own in a small house. He was in the midst of college as well, which kept his life constantly running. However, he didn't have any classes to go to or have to go to work today, giving him a day to himself.
He reached out for the alarm clock and pressed the button on it, throwing the covers off himself moments later. Damon took a look outside, knowing it was going to be a rather good day. He jumped off the bed onto the soft carpet.
Damon flipped on a nearby table lamp, lighting up his small room. He walked over to his bed and grabbed a red towel on the end of it, as well as a fresh pair of clothes for the day. Damon opened his bedroom door
A Halloween HousewarmingA Halloween HousewarmingA Halloween Housewarming4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I’m glad you could make it to the party,” Keegan smiled. “Now that I’m completely moved to my new place, I though I’d have a fun party to celebrate.”
“It is nice,” Adam admitted. “Am I the last one to the party?”
“Yup,” he said.
“You aren’t unfashionably late,” Keegan said with a grin. “Everyone else has already… changed into their costumes.”
“Oh? I didn’t bring a costume,” He said
Reacting - TGThe force hit them both at once, sliding up their flesh like a shiver. They twisted and turned, bending over double as the shift moved across their skin.Reacting - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their flesh lightened drastically as their forms twisted up, their hair growing down over their bodies as their mouths opened in silent pants. In unison they moaned, feeling their flesh begin to twist as their hearts beat faster and their backs arched. Their expressions were a mixture of pleasure and pain as their nipples began to push outwards, their shirts straining slightly as their nipples attempted to push through the cloth.
Their reactions began to diverge, Tom pressing at the heavy things with a look of wonder and John staring at them instead. The expression of the latter was sick as his sides twisted inwards, his head shaking repeatedly to send blond hair flying across the surface of his breasts, the nipples bouncing up and down. Her face crumpled as her thighs thickened, the tears sliding hot and heavy from her face to splash
Time ShareTime ShareTime Share4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lindsay looked at the setting sun and hurried. It wasn't safe for a girl like her to be out at night too many creeps were out at the night. Hell, too many creeps were out in the daytime, too. Couldn't a girl just go out shopping for a day in peace?
"Wait," She said, her mind struggling. "Like, there was something I needed to remember something about spirte? I think?" She stopped, brushing a few strands of long blonde hair out of her eyes. Her short green mini-dress felt comfortable in the cool night, and what was it about the night that was bugging her?
Lindsay had been woken up from a glowing light in front of her, which was weird, since she was lying down. Looking up, it looked like a mirror but mirrors didn't glow white.
There was a faint whispering sound.
"H-hello?" Lindsay asked, using the bed covers to cover her naked body up. "Who's there?"
"Help can me?" She heard a voice call out.
"Is someone there?" Lindsay asked,
A Day in the LifeA Day in the LifeA Day in the Life4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(A short about a normal day for Tali and Colin Shepard)
The way the ring sparkled was beyond beautiful. The fact that the love of her life gave it to her as his wish to marry her made it even more beautiful.
"Tali?" Colin walked into the room to find Tali at his desk holding the ring. "Has there been a moment that you haven't been looking at that?"
"No." from the way she answered he knew she was wearing a smirk.
"Are you giving me lip?"
"No, but I would like to." Shepard's eyebrows shot up.
"Now that's what I like to hear." Tali got up and walked slowly toward him.
"Do you?" she wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled at her. Bending down he put one arm behind her knees, the other went to the small of her back. With a quick jerk he picked her up effortlessly. Instead of walking toward the bed like she thought he would he moved to the elevator. Didn't she make it obvious what she wanted? Maybe she did it wrong. Colin must have read her mind because he gave her a sq