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
Survivor - TGThey clambered through the street, bodies moving slowly, the scent of decay rising from their flesh; decay smelled like perfume.Survivor - TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their skin was unblemished, untarnished by even the smallest of callouses. The sun shone from it like overwaxed plastic, glittering off every centimeter of flesh that managed to poke through the oversized and tattered clothes.
Without pants, and in baggy underwear, they made their way across the streets, their nipples bouncing occasionally out of a slit, and wiggling in the air as they stiffened. Their hair flouncing around their curved bottoms, their lips curling into a perfect smile to reveal their glimmering teeth.
The zombies were putting on a pretty good show, from where Dawn was sitting. Up on top of his fortress, he was safe from their attacks; below his feet was a building that had been built to hold food for years. It was as good a life as could be expected in a Fallen world. It had been a good life, under the zombie queen’s reign. Dawn
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
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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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
Boredom's Run - TG"Tyyyler."Boredom's Run - TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man at the keyboard flinched at hearing his name, pencil skittering across the page for a few centimeters before piercing the thin sheets. He smoothed it out with his fingers, cursing under his breath and glancing about.
"Tyyyyyler," the voice repeated, joied by light footsteps. They came from a different direction than the actual voice, followed soon after by two hands that grabbed him by the shoulders. "Tyyyyyyler," the voice repeated from across the hall. "I learned ventriloquism just to mess with youuuuuuuu!"
"…What do you want Alicia? I'm drawing."
"You know what I want," she whispered, brown hair slipping across his cheek. "This story's been written again, and again, and again. I'm going to ask what you're drawing – you're going to mutter something about a deviant art post. I'm going to tell you that you haven't drawn anything in months; and then I'm going to TG you, saying it's for 'inspiration,' but really because I think it would be fun
Partners to Lovers TG"We always get stuck with the crazies!" yelled Officer John as he typed on the laptop in the patrol car.Partners to Lovers TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh well at least we can grab a bite to eat afterwards without being bitched at by the Chief. Besides taking care of the crazies is what we do best." laughed Officer Tom as he kept a close eye on the traffic ahead of them.
John and Tom have been friends ever since they started in the police academy and were lucky to be partners when it was all said and done. They specialized in taking what they refer to as the "crazies" into custody for the good of the public, the "crazies" ranged from people drunk off their ass or those who had some mental disability and had snapped. Everyone down at the local station called these groups of people the "crazies" because you had to be crazy to deal with them on a daily basis.
The two officers were on their usual patrol around a couple neighborhoods when they had gotten a call about one of the "crazies" causing problems at a pub
In Sickness - TGEl sneezed, the white snot splattering into the floor before he had a chance to wipe his nose with tissue. He stared at it with a worried expression as he rubbed his nose, wondering if it was an earlier sign of sickness.In Sickness - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I wouldn't worry too much."
The feminine voice made him jump; it seemed to be rising up from the floor, along with an amused chuckle. His eyes were drawn towards the white mucus, widening in surprise when the liquid began to vibrate and stretch. "I do wish you had a better way of getting me out of your system, though "
"Mr. E?" he asked, worry flickering through his thoughts. He didn't think that Dragon had sent a counter attack already.
"Ms. G, actually." The liquid worked its way up, its small body thickening as it rose, the sticky material slowly forming the shape of one leg and then the other, rising up into the groin, stomach and breasts. The face smiling at him afterwards was definitely a woman's, her white hair cascading in curls down her back w
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
Class Period - TGTired. Anxious. Starting to crack. Jean hated the weeks before finals. Those were the weeks everything seemed to go wrong, everyone shooting glares and absolutely everyone on the edge of their seats.Class Period - TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was also the time she was at most risk for being found out as a Genie. The wishes were flying, so fast she had to stop up her ears just to stop herself from doing something immoral. So many of them it might have killed her if she'd tried to grant all of them.
She could feel one, too close to her, though. She tried to push it out, but faltered. It was too close, beating against her imperfect and immature defenses.
Her mother had warned her against coming to school. She had said it would lead to trouble. That Jean wasn't good enough to defend under normal circumstances, with normal wishes, even in the best of condition; excepting in her own layer, of course, but she didn't have time to reach that anymore. Not with someone making a wish so close to her, their emotions washing over her.
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
IGirl - TGA ripple spread beneath my clothing, my stomach caving inwards in a sudden burst of pain. The pill bottle falls besides me, rolling across the ground, and I scrabble for it; my dark little secret, the thing nobody can be allowed to know I took.IGirl - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another stream of pain shoots through my arms, the bones crushing inwards. The flesh feels like it's peeling off my body in some places, and being welded against my bones in others. I can feel my sides working in, my face changing. I sneeze repeatedly as my nose grows smaller, and my lips grow plumper, my ears changing too. Hair grows over them, sliding down my backside as it arcs in pain, my growing bottom dumping me on the floor.
I take desperate breaths to try and get enough air when my organs begin to shift; it's hard to not pass out, but I still don't have the bottle. I'm still in the boys bathroom. I giggle at a little at that, a stream of historicalness that seems to be trying to tear me inside out.
My flesh moves in miniature waves, slid