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Friday, September 7, 2012

Inked by Serenity

One day soon, Serena will be posting her stories here, which should be, you know, awesome;)

She's a friend of mine and she writes hot stories!   What could be better?;)

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Inked

by: Serenity

The hustle and bustle of the crowded streets of Bangkok's red light
district drowned out the rumble of the poorly maintained engine putting
the cab along. Through the windows of the back seat Mike and Daniel
peered at a scrolling show of neon lights and alluring women. Mike
grinned and elbowed his buddy, then pointed at a blonde hooker outside,
flashing her considerable, if fake, tits. Daniel shook his head,
embarrassed and excited at the same time. This kind of thing would be a
first for Daniel, and even though his best pal Mike was a great friend,
his idea to finish their Asian vacation with a stop at one of the worlds
most renowned red light districts.

All throughout their vacation, Daniel heard of the supposed acts that
went on on these streets, how these women knew tricks that no other
hooker anywhere could do. With Mike practically drooling out of his
window, Daniel reflected on how even if a superhooker threw herself at
him, he would have hardly any idea what to do with her. While mike has
ridden his bike around the block more than a few time, Daniel hadn't
taken off his training wheels, with a few make out sessions being the
height of his sexual experience. While he never told Mike this fact, he
had an inkling that this leg of the trip was planned to remedy his lack
of experience.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

FE336 by Serenity

The first story I read of Serena's...er, Serenity's....  got me hooked to her nice step by step method of transformation:)

FE336
By: Serenity

(My first attempt at a story.)( WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes,
Sci-Fi, explicit sex, bad words, and should not be viewed by anyone
under 18 unless accompanied by an adult. Please do not repost, copy, use
or alter this story without permission from the author, enjoy!)

June 8th, 2007 0900 hours

Log Entry 1125: Dr. William Birch, Senior Research Analyst, reporting.
For the time being, that is. This log is being created to document the
events and effects following the accidental release of viral compound
FE336 this morning during laboratory procedure 17b. The lab has been
sealed off, as well as the residential floor, per standard procedures.
While there have been no immediate effects yet, test results on the
rhesus monkeys last month showed that I can expect...well that I can
expect what will amount to a complete gender reversal over the span of a
few days. While this is of course distressing, at least it has been
contained to the lab and did not escape to the outside. I'll be taking
this log for posterity, and perhaps it will be useful later when we
engineer a strain of antivirus to reverse the effects. For now, lets
take a catalog of my physical characteristics so that comparisons may be
drawn later.
Height:6'1"
Weight:210
Eye Color: Brown
Hair: Brown (With some gray)
As for my male measurements, from the results of the primate testing, my
guess is that it won't matter in about 36 hours. Birch Out.
 

Soon by Serenity

Here's a story by a girl who just loves to get a bit dirty!

I call her Serena but everyone else calls her Serenity!

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Some might say that I've been out of the game too long. That I am washed
up. That I lost my edge. They look at the production numbers, point to
their visually pleasing, but all too cliche charts and powerpoints, and
say that my time is over. That new blood is needed. And old Mr. Williams
is not. Do you know what I said? After all the preening, all the bullet
points and buzzwords, all the sneering smiles on the young pack of hyenas
who just got their business degrees from Phoenix University? I calmly
leaned forward, smoothed out my custom tailored italian suit coat, and in
a gruff, low, growling voice, I said. "Fuck you, You're Fired."

As their jaws dropped, I smugly sat back and thought one thing.


Damn. It's good to be the boss.