She stands, naked looking at the floor, a deep creeping blush rolling along her warm sun kissed skin. Her mind had often traveled to these times as he circled her an ran his eyes along her body. Even as her appraised her silently he was pleasantly shocked at the near flawless silken membrane of her flash. Not too short of skinny; not too dark nor light; not shaven, but trimmed neatly. His hand raises to run down along the shallow valley in the center of her back, but

The moon gleamed upon the snow ladened trees and glacier white ground. All around, one could hear the soft sighs and murmurs of lovers embracing, caressing, caring for one another. A perfect winter evening for love, or so one lone soul thought as he sat staring out into the night sky. "Mayhap, I should send my little love a sweet dream of me." The man thought as he prepared to go out into the cold, lonely night. "Something that will keep her warm and cheer me up." A slow smile curved his well-formed lips as he thought of the last few dreams he had sent her way and

I walked into the toilet. It smelled of piss and the walls were covered with graffiti. There was a long trough along one wall for pissing and three stalls. There was no one there I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a public toilet out at the back of the local park. I knew people used it but was nervous about getting in trouble. But I didnt have a choice she had ordered it. I walked into the middle stall.

I had invested a lot of years in a relationship with that bitch, and I cant believe that she had the nerve to "FUCK MY BEST FRIEND". Now, I hate both of them. Well, time heals all scars, or so they say. But, it didnt really heal this. I hadnt heard from, or saw Denise, my ex in over months, and I still thought about her everyday. She really hurt me though, and I dont know if I could ever totally forgive her. Well, the phone rang out of the blue one morning, and guess who it was? Denise, and she sounded all pitiful, and depressed.

I remember how Christmas once was with the whole family. Especially the tree. After I would be all bundled in my brown snowsuit, thick black snow boots, rainbow hat with a pom-pom top and mittens, wed all get into moms large station wagon. The ride never seem to take long, though we would travel quite a distance. What better way to get a Christmas tree than to cut down one own. The feeling one got when one found the right tree was almost magic. Working together, Dad and I would soon have the tree down and the tree of us would load it aboard the car.

A Swiffer is a branded cleaning product. A snifter is one of those big goblets you drink brandy from. I was a sniffer. Also known as Jeremy. Recently promoted to senior at West City High School and headed rapidly for nowhere. No college plans. No ambition. No prospects. I didnt seem to be aiming very high in life. And that was obvious to everyone around me. Especially my parents.

Matt, Carl and Ben spent the night sucking each other. They had all weekend to play while staying at Bens place. Only his Uncle was there. "You boys have a nice night?" he asked as the three came into the kitchen. They did of course. Ben had wagged his erection at the other two to joke around and soon all three were waving their dicks.

And so my uninterrupted existence as a six month old baby girl was about to end. Now a babys life may look singularly uneventful from the outside, but let me tell you that my capacity was anything but that, even taking into account the fact that the circumstances were shall we say, unusual. After a continuous hours a day varied only by bottle feeding, excursions in my pram, being shown to friends and neighbours, having my nappy changed, baths and early nights in my cot, day in and day

Steve Williams was sitting in an Arlington VA restaurant waiting for Maggie and Beth to arrive. He had to admit that he was interested in meeting Beth. He had read the entire report and watched the videos concerning what had happened three months ago. He still found it hard to believe. The idea of a person having their gender changed completely in only hours was frightening.

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and I was soaking in the sun as we bobbed at anchor off the Southern California coast. We had just finished a great picnic lunch and now we were just relaxing and talking. Bill and I were sitting near the stern and Sean and Karen were sitting near the bow. The two of them were an instant match and Bill and I were both pleased with our matchmaking. "This is so beautiful!" I exclaimed, as I took a sip of my diet cola. "I know.