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This is the 2nd part of the story. Make sure to first read part 1 before you continue with this part: As Jason entered the house, he could immediately hear his younger sister's giggles. "What's so funny?" Jason's mother asked from the living room, looking up from her book. His sister, unable to contain her laughter, pointed dramatically at Jason's hands. "Look at Jason's nails, Mom! He got nails like a girl!" His mother raised an eyebrow, scanning Jason's hands with a surprised but amused expression. "Well, well, someone's been up to something interesting. Care to explain, Jason?" Jason, feeling a mix of embarrassment and resignation, explained the bet he had lost to Jenna and the subsequent nail salon visit he had endured. His mother burst into laughter, unable to believe the extent of the situation. "Well, I must say, it's a unique choice, Jason. Very bold!" she remarked, still chuckling. His sister, finding the situation utterly amusing, came closer to inspect the

Carol was over the moon about the job they did on her transitioning son or so she thought, now they just needed to get him... sorry her a new dress for her date tomorrow night with John the waiter from the fancy restaurant that was so infatuated with Becky that he had passed her a note asking for a date. As they headed out to go to Ashley's boutique, the local dress shop in town, Sandra had a chance to talk to her brother which seemed strange to call him her brother when he looked at least as pretty as she did, "Michael what the hell do you think your doing? you hated that I asked you to be my model last week and now a week later your going on a date?" "Oh sis," he said in his girlie voice, "Tell me, when am I ever going to get another chance to dress like a girl and go on a date?" Sandra had to admit he was right, but had he forgotten that they were both about to start a job working with their father on Monday, and he wouldn't be dressed like a girl for one night only, what was he

main story: Himiko belongs to Himiko tended to the Inari shrine to foxes that her family had tended to for generations as a Miko Shrine Maiden. They say that kitsunetsuki, the fox possessed, had foxy features. Himiko had that of sharp featured face and an impression of an upturned nose like a fox. Though the average person couldn’t see the ghostly blue fire of a fox tail behind her or ghostly fox ears. Himiko had another old high school friend who is a miko, Noruko. She worked at the Gotokuji Temple of Maneki Neko cats. She was a shy miko that wore a neko mask while out in public. The two met and Noruko bowed, “Himiko! How goes it?” Himiko smiles with slightly longer canines than the average person, “Just did some shopping!” Noruko may have her face covered, but her voice betrayed her joy, “Oh! I have a birthay gift for you!” Noruko handed Himiko a calico beckoning cat with both paws raised, “Happy birthday! May it bring your shrine good fortune.” Himiko took it graciously

Content Warning: Slavery, child abuse, gore 000 A white vaulted hall decorated in Islamic mosaics of various colors was host to an indoor bazaar. Each stall and shop at the sides of the corridor sold goods so pricey that an average person’s salary collected across their whole life couldn’t pay for a single item. Sparkling jewelry, flamboyant dresses, engrossingly detailed carpets, enchanting opioids, abstract art pieces, and more could be found in this garden of riches. And yet this was considered a market for merely the moderately wealthy in Alf-Laylah wa-Laylah. The smell of cooking meat and spices wafted through the bazaar. It made the corridor feel alive, like a place that was truly lived in. It was hard not to crave falafels or shawarma. Shops were manned by a mix of people and robots. Some of the machines were humanoid, some were multi-legged and limbed, and some were drones that traveled through the air. Between two shops stood a group of musicians playing a song that

Mystery Lake [80] Layla An Egg My name is Layla Archabean Regalia Eggers! If only I could choose it. But I'm starting off with half of it. I kind of go back and forth when it comes to the first middle name, but Regalia is so beautiful, although I don't want it to sound too fancy. I'm not a prim and proper fancy lady. Pfft, I'm barely a lady at all. No one would ever believe it, but I spent so many years of my early life so desperately quiet that family members forgot that I existed. Dad would drive with his spectacles perched as far down his nose as he could get them and then arrive at his destination shocked to see me sitting there quietly with my little friends, never having given him a sign that I was there. I was often scolded for that. Layla, speak up! But I didn't have anything I needed to say. My mom likes to tell the story that the first thing I said as a baby was a complete sentence: "May I please have the bottle?" I don't remember it, but she swears that's how it went. I