Sleep TG by Nymic-TF

Holy shit, finally something new!

Changing For Gym by Xoop

Hey guys! here's one of my frist 10 outta 10 on my Fuji scale! this is a brilliantly crafted story by Xoop.
And be watching from a special comic to come later this year! (hopefully...)


Fuji


Hill Street High School was built in the early 1990's in response to the
town's recent growth. Too, the old school was a remnant of the 1920's,
and looked it. The town had eventually given in to the inevitable and
voted in a new school.

The new building had everything. As befitted area weather, it was
totally enclosed (except for the athletic's fields, of course). Yet its
public areas never felt claustrophobic, for it relied a great deal on
glass. The cafeteria was large and clean, the library well-stocked even
with fiction, and the gymnasium included an indoor pool.

Perhaps the most unusual change from old to new concerned the lockers.
The architect had visited the old school and was shocked at the students
crowding into too-narrow hallways made even worse by the lockers lining
each wall. They were nearly impassible, and the man vowed not to carry
that over. Instead he placed the lockers in the gym's changing rooms
larger, and the rooms themselves were much expanded. There was a
second, smaller changing room for each gender in case of overflow. Each
student would use a single locker there, accessible at any time. In
return the hallways would be clearer, quieter, with plenty of room on
the walls for announcements, art, or displays. The architect felt the
extra space needed for the expanded changing rooms was more than
justified, and the students more or less agreed.

The architect put his heart and soul into the school, this community
building for the good of all. The workers who built it were the same
way. After all, they were a local firm; it'd be their kids going there.

All that care, all that attention, can have an effect. At Hill Street
High School, it did. The place gained something of a soul of its own.
It took care of the students -- the computer lab had almost no technical
problems and the cafeteria food was unusually tasty. It took care of
the teachers -- school supplies such as pencils and books were never in
short supply and everyone's drink of choice was available in the
lounge. And it took care of itself. Litter was infrequent and
disappeared quickly. The same could be said of graffiti. Each of the
three janitors thought another had taken care of it. Sometimes they
were even right. Everything was perfect.

And the school was happy.

Where Trophies Are Made by SP2000

A cap series I had requested of the wonderfully talented (see his blog linked on this site!) SP2000.  It's a wonderful read, full of good details;)

 

Stacked by Siproites

Another fantastic artist... I asked his permission way back to post on my Yahoo group and he gave it so, just posting some things from him because I love his art almost as much as Cluedog's!

Hope you guys will, too!

Match Game by Cluedog

One of Clue's most recent works staaaaaaaaaaaaarring his own original creation, Monsieur Fugly!

He's a shapeshifter that has excellent taste in shapes!

One Track Mind by Evie

Probably the first caption I ever got on one of my favorite ideas... after getting TG'd into a cute girl....being transformed into a HOT girl!

Changes by Stormy00012

Stormy's Magnum Opus for my gallery!

Reassignment by Ingrid Halb

I always liked this concept and wished it had gone a bit further detailing the transformation aspects but.... it does its job well enough:)

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REASSIGNMENT
By Ingrid Halb






Reassignment Case file 2107-6306-G
Subject: Candace (Ethan Kaine)
Classification: FOUO/Sensitive
Start Run:
Yes it was possible for a tired 47-year old man to continue to be a productive member of society, but Ethan Kaine had chosen an increasingly obsolescent career path. His line of work was rapidly being automated with new AI software. But after 22 years of federal service Ethan was of the firm belief that the system worked and that the Government would take care of its loyal servants. So he chose to disregard the slashing of the research project and the rising tide of more and more autonomous AI programs to handle more and more of his job. Five years ago, his latest supervisor tried to warn him.
"Ethan," he said, "get out while you can and get yourself a voluntary reassignment. Or next thing you know you're on your way to the colonies."
"Oh c'mon," Ethan would usually reply. "They're always going to need someone to supervise these programs. They don't watch themselves you know."
Three years later the supervisor took voluntary reassignment and was gone. Two years after that, Ethan was still there. So, he had been warned. But in his defense it would be tough to find a better job than his current position. Government housing with work at home privileges, business class healthcare, retirement support, and all the holidays and scheduled pay advances that come with working in the civil service made this a comfortable life. And comfort makes it easy not to worry too much about the future.
In reality, Ethan was afraid to change careers. Sure he fantasized about making a big leap for a flashy new job with excitement and sexappeal, but for those jobs he would be competing with guys less than half his age. No, civil service was it, boring but safe with a nice predictable career path. That was, until this morning when he tried to log onto his home workstation and found a flagged message on the desktop instead.
'Remote terminal access denied. Digital ID signature indicates you are occupying a redundant employment position and/or one deemed slated for automation. You have seven days to report to your local Government Assignments Department office for reassignment evaluation. If you believe this message to be in error contact the Help Desk at your nearest Reassignments Center at your earliest convenience. Send receipt/acknowledge (Y/N)?'

Bikini Beach House Carwash by Fret Pearson

POSTER'S NOTE:

This is probably the first TG story I ever read.  The process of the change is what really got me going.

Hope you Enjoy!

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DISCLAIMER: If you are under 18 years of age you shouldn't read this story. It contains unnatural sexual situations and warped gender identities which could corrupt your mind. Copyright © 1998 Fret Pearson. The author retains the right to translate it into the Spanish language. Direct comments to fretp@hotmail.com

Bikini Beach House Carwash: The Revenge

by Fret Pearson

It was another boring night in the city.
Jasmin and I were watching one of those stupid bikini beach house movies on late night cable, trying to stay awake for the good scenes. Luckily there were many. Though it had been advertised as a late-night bikini beach flick, it was actually a soft-core porno film, or seemed to be, anyway. Jasmin liked the cute guys, while I of course enjoyed all the girls in their tight swimsuits. Even though Jasmin is a died-in-the-wool feminist and made plenty of snide remarks about all the topless girls running around the movie, she liked watching the hunks and was curiously silent when the men were flexing onscreen. I annoyed her by making cracks about them. We were both a little buzzed, otherwise we wouldn't have been watching such crap in the first place. I think it was one of those cases where we both wanted to watch, but had to pretend to the other that we weren't interested.