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Second Chance By Julie O. Edited by Robert Arnold Chapter 1 (Sometime in 2008) In many ways it started off as very typical day. I arrived home from a long day at work, and after greeting Max the cat at the front door of my condo, I sorted through the day's mail. For the most part it was the usual collection of bills, magazines, and junk mail. However, one letter stood out; it was the announcement for my thirtieth high school reunion. I opened it and saw that Winfield Scott Hancock High School's class of 1978 would be having its reunion in three months. To be honest, I was surprised to have received the invitation in the first place. My old high school was back in the suburbs of Philadelphia, located near the birthplace of the Civil War general that bore its name, and I now lived in San Diego, and for the most part I'd had no contact with my classmates in years. In fact I couldn't wait to leave as fast as I could following my graduation. After sitting down on the couch, I re-read the letter several times over, not quite sure what to do with it. But the more I thought about it I knew that I had no intention of attending. While I loved going back to Pennsylvania to see my sister or cousins, it was no longer my home. I had given up that right almost as soon as the ink on my high school diploma was dry. As you might have guessed from my comments, high school was not one of my best times. For the life of me, I can never understand how people can call it such a wonderful time. While I understand that many people share my somewhat negative attitude, I had an additional reason to dislike my high school experience, I was in constant fear of being outed. I didn't know the term for it back then, but I was constantly fighting feelings... no make that urges... even that term isn't strong enough; I guess the best description would be compulsions to dress in women's clothes. It wasn't until many years later that I realized that I was transgendered. Now being this was the 1970s, the ability to get information on this dilemma was difficult, to say the least. There was no Internet, no cable television... hell; Jerry Springer was just some obscure politician from Cincinnati, Ohio. No, one didn't bring up the fact that they were different back then. I was in constant fear of my secret being discovered. Oh, I did my best to fit in, but I was only moderately successful in this battle. To be blunt, I existed on the fringes of popularity. I wasn't into drugs, and that made the ones who were suspicious of me. I know what you're thinking, if I wanted to fit in...or even more accurate...not stand out, why not smoke a little dope? What was the harm? Part of it was that I tried it a few times, and it did nothing for me. Second, thanks to my dad's job, I was too well known in our town. My dad was the manager for the local public works department, and I had worked several summers for him. He was very popular and respected, and as his son, I got to meet most of the town's civil servants. Now, back then, if the cops caught some teens smoking or drinking, they would just take the stuff and send them home. If I had ever been caught, my dad would have found out immediately, and the last thing I wanted to do was to get kicked out of the house. Anyway, to continue with my life story, I had great parents and a cool older sister, and for the most part we got along quite well. To me, getting caught with some dope wasn't worth it. The trouble is, this excuse didn't hold even a single drop of water among my classmates. While I didn't have a social life to speak of, I did work in the local mall. It was in a retail store, and the money wasn't bad, especially because I was paid under the table. Back to the gender issues, I fought these feelings all the time and couldn't understand them. I thought they were a sexual fetish, but when I was dressed, I didn't feel aroused. It was so strange, and of course there was no one to talk to about it. Hell, in health class we had a big discussion on the recent declassification of homosexuality as a mental illness. Actually, it wasn't a discussion, the health teacher, i.e. football coach, called it stupid and belittled anyone with a different opinion. Naturally, I was one of those who sat back and nodded silently in agreement. I mean, if being homosexual was wrong, what did that make me? So I did what many people in the same situation would do, I joined the navy upon graduation. Actually, I joined while I was still in high school under a delayed enlistment program. My guidance counselor thought I was wasting my life. Remember, this was just a few years after the fall of South Viet Nam, so the military wasn't exactly seen as a solid career path. I joined for many reasons. My family had a military tradition, I wanted to see the world, I wanted adventure, I lacked money for college, and basically I thought it would purge me of my abnormal thoughts. So, four weeks after graduation I was on a jet to boot camp in Orlando, Florida. Now, while the navy was far from perfect, I found that I was good at what I did. I also took advantage of the education programs and eventually was commissioned as an officer. In all, I would have to say that I had a great career in the twenty years I served. However, the navy didn't drive away my transgendered feelings. Yes, I finally figured out I was transgendered, but decided to finish out my twenty years to get my retirement. True, there was the stress of worrying about being caught, but I mastered the skills of being a chameleon and no one suspected my dual life. I only went to one reunion, my tenth, and in less than twenty minutes I remembered why I had left so quickly back in 1978. I decided then that I wouldn't attend another reunion. I had little to nothing in common with most of the people there. Over half of them hadn't even left the area. When I told them I was still in the navy, they shook their heads in disbelief. They wondered why I would waste my life in the military. I might as well have been a Martian. I wondered why some of them were wasting their own lives. I had thought that the people in the top of my class would have gone on in the business world by now well on their way to being the CEO of a company. Instead, most of them were still working at the local mall in menial jobs at minimum wage. I ignored later invitations and letters, yet, they still were able to track me down. I re-read the letter again, and then slowly crumbled it up and tossed it on the carpet for the cat to play with. Chapter 2 Two weeks later, I got another invitation to the reunion. In addition to the letter I got a call from one of my high school classmates. To be honest, I couldn't even place the name of the person calling. But this wasn't that strange as my graduating class was huge: as we had over 850 people in it. I graduated with people I had never even seen before. Anyway, the woman, whose name was Beth-Ann Spellman, asked me if I was interested in attending the reunion. The name wasn't familiar to me and at first I thought she just must have been an organizer for the events and not a classmate. As we talked she told me that we had been in several classes together and hoped that I would attend. I made a mental note to dig out my old yearbook and see if I recognized her, as the name still didn't ring a bell. I was polite and told her that it was unlikely, as it would be difficult to get away from work. She was persistent and said that she would send me the online data sheet, so even if I couldn't attend, my info would end up in the almanac they were publishing. Oh, and I could tell that she didn't really didn't remember me either as she called me Eddie, a name that almost no one in my life had ever called me since I was seven, and those people had been family. I graciously told her that I would take a look at it. My thoughts turned to my dual life, and I wondered what they would think if I included it in my profile. I worked as a guy, but my life outside of work was spent as a woman. Yeah, I know, it wasn't perfect, but I needed to clean up some real world issues before starting my transition. I also knew that even though I saw myself as a woman, my body showed the effects of forty-eight years of testosterone, and to play full time I would need some facial surgery. Beth-Ann thanked me for my time and before she hung up told me that I should think about attending the reunion, as high school wasn't all that bad. I mumbled some reply and hung up. She had no idea how bad high school had been for me. If only I had been a girl, things would have been different and I might have considered attending the reunion. Now don't get me wrong, I'm very happy for those kids today who are undergoing transition as a child, and I often find myself wishing things could have been different when I was younger. It would have saved so much heartache, and I might actually want to go back for the reunion. I poured myself a glass of my favorite cheap house red wine: Charles Shaw, or as it's known out here, two-buck Chuck, as that's the price at Trader Joe's. I could afford the more expensive stuff, but I liked the flavor of two-buck Chuck. Then I began to channel surf, unfortunately there was nothing interesting on the tube. Max the cat, seeing an open lap, jumped up and made himself very comfortable. With a slight nudge of his head, I was reminded that I wasn't petting him. As I sat there, I wondered how different things would have been if I had been actually born as a girl. Even with my gender issues, I couldn't deny that I had seen and done some pretty cool things in my life. I had been to over thirty countries, hiked up Mt. Fuji, snorkeled in the Red Sea, swam in the Dead Sea, gotten drunk at Oktoberfest in Munich, fought in a war and done many other things. I also had a very successful life after the service, at least when it came to my career. My personal life was a different story. Thanks to my gender issues, I had never been able to stay in a meaningful relationship. It was a huge void in my life. There was also the regret about not being honest with my parents. I'd told my older sister Alice several years ago, but both my parents had passed on. I rationalized the numerous reasons why it made sense not to tell them, but there were times when it had hurt so badly not being able to be totally honest with them. Yeah, I know it was probably the right thing to do, but it really stinks at times to be honorable. I finished off the first bottle and opened a second. If I was going to be depressed about my life I might as well have a few drinks. I stared at the invitation to the reunion before crumbling it up and tossing it towards the trashcan before reaching for the bottle of wine to refill my glass. Max leapt off my lap and attacked the wad of paper. I finished the second bottle of wine before heading to bed. I decided not to even open the email from Beth-Ann; some sleeping dogs are best left alone. I shook my dead in disgust as I pondered how life would have been better if I had been born female. Chapter 3 Maybe it was the two bottles of wine, or maybe I was just really tired, but I slept really deeply that night. Normally, I have a great internal alarm clock and often wake up before my clock radio goes off, but this morning, I was in a very deep sleep. I slowly became aware that someone was talking to me. "Honey, wakeup! You don't want to be late for school," called a familiar voice. School? What kind of dream was this? I hadn't had the late-for-school dream in years, I thought as I struggled to wake up. "Ellen, you need to get up now! Don't make me come in there young lady!" That sounded just like my mom's voice. With great difficulty, I opened up my eyes. Something was wrong, I wasn't in my bedroom. I sat up and looked around. No, I was in my bedroom, but it was the bedroom that I had grown up in back in Pennsylvania. Suddenly it all became so familiar again. I could see the familiar large maple tree just outside the window. When I sat up in bed, I automatically swept my hair back out of my eyes and froze. Why was my hair so long? If this was a dream, it was the most realistic that I had ever had. I jumped out of bed and stared at the large mirror above the dresser. I was a girl. I mean, I looked like me back in high school...but a female version. I was wearing a short nightgown, and I pulled it up to confirm with my eyes what my feelings told me. I had breasts; something in my mind told me that my bra size was 34-C. I reached down into my panties and discovered that the change was complete. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed loudly. My hands then went to my mouth in shock as I heard my voice, which was soft and feminine. "Watch your mouth, young lady," corrected my mom from behind my closed bedroom door. "Sorry...Mom," I replied sheepishly. "Look, I know it must be hard to get up for the first day of school, but you don't want to be late. I mean, you're a senior now," said Mom. I looked at the calendar above my desk and saw that Tuesday, September 6th 1977 was circled in red. I looked at the clock; it read 6:15 AM. It was the first day of my senior year in high school...AGAIN! I sat down on the edge of my bed in shock. "Dad is done with the bathroom, so the shower is open," said Mom. "Thanks," I replied. Could this be real or just a realistic dream due to a couple bottles of inexpensive red wine? I looked around the room; it was definitely my old room, the room that I had grown up in, even though the furniture was now very different. It then hit me that it was the same white furniture that had been in my sister's room...back in my old life. In addition to a dresser and a chest of drawers, there was a makeup table and a desk. A rather large stereo took up one corner of the desk. I had forgotten how big they used to be. I stared it and realized that it had an eight-track and a turntable! Next, I looked in the closet and saw it was filled with women's clothing and shoes...my things. Okay, just go along with this, and you'll either wake up or hopefully figure out what's going on, I thought. "Are you up, dear?" asked Mom again. "Yes, Mom," I replied as I slipped on my robe and headed to the bathroom. Chapter 4 I definitely had a complete female body, and to be honest, it wasn't too bad. I had a nice figure. I also had a very pleasant face. I looked similar to my sister had at this age, although my hair was lighter in color. I had no trouble doing my makeup, hair and picking out an outfit for school. I couldn't believe the style my hair was in, I had forgotten about 70s hair styles. It was shoulder length, with the ends flared up. The color was light brown, several shades lighter than what my hair had been as a guy. For some reason, I somehow knew to use the right amount of hair mousse to give me just the right look. For clothes, I picked out a pair of jeans and a short sleeve floral blouse. The jeans were very tight. The blouse was also a bit tighter than I would have liked, and it really emphasized my breasts. I debated picking out something else, but looking at the clock, I knew that I didn't have time. The house I grew up in was a standard three-bedroom split-level. I stepped out of the bedroom, walked down the eight steps and turned right into the kitchen. I smiled when I heard the sound of the Philadelphia news station on the radio. I had forgotten how my parents always listened to it every morning. My mom was sitting on a stool by the counter, and Dad was sitting in his normal chair, drinking his coffee. I froze and almost gasped. "You okay, dear?" asked Mom. I fought to compose myself. Dad had died of complications of chronic bronchitis in 1988, and Mom had passed away in her sleep in 2005. I suddenly realized how much I had missed both of them. My emotions overrode my attempts at control, and I immediately hugged Dad and then did the same to Mom. "What's all this about?" asked Dad in a false tone of irritation. I could tell that he was actually pleased despite his gruff exterior. "I'm sorry, it's just that...this is such a big day," I stammered. I had to fight off crying, and the last thing I wanted to do was redo my makeup. "Honestly, it's like you haven't seen us in years," said Mom. I just smiled. "What do you want for breakfast?" she asked. "Just toast and coffee, please," I said as I sat down. I had to fight staring at Dad. "When did you start drinking coffee?" asked Mom as she placed her hands on her hips. Shit, that's right, I thought. It then hit me. "Mom, I'm eighteen in two days, what's the harm?" Mom shook her head, but she poured me a mug. "Sounds like she's really growing up," said Dad. I added a little sugar, some milk and took a sip. "Well?" asked Dad. "Good to the last drop," I replied with a grin. "How're you getting to school today?" asked Mom. I searched my memory as I took another sip. I hadn't the slightest idea. The bus did pick-ups at the end of the street, but I was a senior now. I was saved by someone knocking on the screen door. Mom looked out to the door. "It's for you, dear." I got up and saw a pretty girl with long black hair standing next to a strawberry blonde. I searched my memories and remembered that the girl with long black hair was Gina and the blonde was Judy. Gina's parents had moved to the US twenty years ago from Naples, Italy. On the other hand, Judy's family had lived in the Philly area for generations. The two girls were very close friends. I walked over and opened up the door. "Hey, Elle, you want a ride?" asked Gina. I had always liked Gina and even tried to ask her out once. The same thing applied to Judy. "That sounds great," I replied. "Bye, Mom; bye, Dad." I then leaned over and kissed Dad on the forehead. I picked up my purse and headed out the door. If this was a dream, I was going to make the most of it. Chapter 5 Now this might sound strange, but I was more fascinated by being back in 1977 than by being a girl. It was so strange seeing all the old cars and not seeing cell phones and all the other technological advances that I had grown so used to. I really had to keep myself from staring at the cars. I mean, I forgot how big they were. It was also pretty cool listening to the radio as we rode to school in Judy's car. It slowly was sinking in that I was back in the 70's. "Hey, play that new cassette you got, Judy," said Gina. "You've got to hear this new singer, Elle" said Judy as she inserted the cassette into her car's player. "My brother made me a copy of his album. He bought it in London over the summer; it hasn't been released over here yet." I somehow remembered that Judy's brother was in college. Without think I began to sing along with the song. "Hey, how do you know this song?" asked Judy. "Yeah, no offense, Elle, but I never thought of you liking punk," said Gina. "Come to think of it, you've always been a little conservative in your music tastes." I had to act quickly. "I heard it on a college station when I was visiting Jeannie, over the summer," I lied. I also smiled at them calling Elvis Costello punk, but then again, he was pretty radical for 1977. "People change as they grow up; you'd be surprised by my taste in music." "Wow, I thought I heard this first," said Judy. "I mean, my brother said this is his first album." The song was Alison by Elvis Costello, and I couldn't tell them that I had been a fan for years. I'm glad I didn't say that I had it on CD, as that really would have confused them. "Maybe we should go to the mall after school and you pick out some other music," said Gina. "It would be cool to be on things before the rest of our class." "Sounds great," I replied. Chapter 6 I managed to find my locker and homeroom without great difficulty. I found that it was best to just follow my instincts. It was really sinking in that this wasn't a dream. I was now a seventeen-year-old girl named Ellen and was starting my senior year again. While the idea of repeating high school wasn't exactly appealing, the fact that I was now a girl was extremely exciting. I took out my driver's license and read my name printed on it. It also hit me that there was no photo on it, just my name, address, birth date, hair color, eye color, height and weight. No wonder it had been so easy to have a fake ID. I looked around and realized that dozens of girls could have used my ID. As I looked around my homeroom the names gradually began to match the faces. Thankfully, whatever had sent me back in time had given me the knowledge to survive. My life as Ellen also began to become clearer. While I had dated often, I didn't have a boyfriend. As I thought about this fact, it hit me that I now liked boys. I looked around the room and noticed that there were several very cute guys in my class. Well, this would definitely take some getting used to. It also hit me that I still liked girls...this would make things interesting I thought. I also began to recall that I had a pretty good GPA and that I was involved in several school clubs, including student government; in all I was far more active as Ellen than I had ever been as Ed. As I reviewed my schedule it was clear that it wasn't going to be a very difficult year academically. I was scheduled for American Literature, Ecology, Telecommunications, US Government, Astronomy, and PE. It was similar to what I had done the first time...as a guy, as I had packed my schedule in my first two years of high school so my senior year would be easy. I compared my schedule with some of the others in my homeroom. "Hey, Elle, looks like we're in PE together," said Janet, a large breasted blonde. I looked at the schedule and nodded. Then it hit me that it was an aquatics class. Our school had a large indoor pool, along with many other bells and whistles. I wondered what I would look like in a bathing suit...and how I would react being in a locker-room full of other girls. Chapter 7 As it became obvious that this wasn't a dream, the reality of the situation began to sink in. I was now a young woman and had the opportunity to relive my life over. My mind was soon awash with the possibilities. Now, just in case you thought I hadn't thought of it, I did start to ponder the fact that I knew the future and the associated consequences. What was strange was that while I had no trouble retaining my school knowledge and cultural knowledge, it was difficult to remember major historical events. I flipped open one of my notebooks and began to write down facts. I easily listed the Super Bowl and World Series champions, but listing the presidents was a little difficult. I got as far as George W Bush, but no further. I could picture the next president's face, but not his name. I could remember something about a scandal, but it was too vague. I also listed upcoming technological advances such as the Sony Walkman, Nintendo, compact discs, Apple computers, Microsoft and others. I also tried to include the dates in which they came out. Maybe I could use this for my future investments. There were some things that troubled me. I knew something bad had happened in September 2001, but what it was I had no idea. I wrote a warning next to the month and year. There was also something about a new illness that affected the immune system, but that's all I could remember. It started to give me a headache, so I stopped and began to pay attention to the teacher. I would go back to it whenever I thought of something new. Whoever or whatever had caused all this hadn't done it to change the world. Then again, I wondered if I was in the same world, maybe I was in a parallel universe? Other than the fact that I was a girl, things didn't seem different, but I would keep an eye open. The reality of being a woman also began to sink in. I remembered how my sister had told me of her limited opportunities in school and career opportunities. She had told me that Dad hadn't even wanted her to go to college, that it was wasted on women. Now, I would have to deal with that too. If I went back into the Navy, I couldn't go to sea... as women weren't allowed on warships. I hadn't counted on that. With Alice in already in college, I had limited options, as Dad didn't make enough to put two into college. I instinctively knew that I had some money put away, but that would only get me into the local community college, Montgomery County Community College, which we called 202-U as it was located off Route 202. I began to wish that I had been sent back a few more years, so I would have more time to decide what I was going to do. My grades were good, but any scholarships I could get wouldn't be enough. I thought of career opportunities for a young woman with only a high school diploma and cringed. I didn't want to be a salesgirl or work in an office as a secretary. There was another option, but that wasn't something I even wanted to consider. I wanted a life, and the idea of getting married and becoming a housewife made me cringe. My euphoria at being a girl was being shot down by the reality of life. Chapter 8 Then there was the distraction of boys. While in my old life I had been with a man a few times, it always felt un-natural. Even when I dressed as a woman, it felt strange, as they'd seemed more interested in the fact that I was a woman with a dick. Now, I was a complete woman...and boys were nice. However, before I went too far, the other side of this situation hit me. I opened my purse and found that I had several tampons in a side compartment. I felt a chill as I realized that I could now get pregnant. There was no way I was ready for that. I then saw something else in my purse, and without taking it out, I knew what it was...birth control pills. I was stunned! Obviously, Mom had helped me get them, so that meant she knew that I was or could be sexually active. I frantically searched my new memories and confirmed that I was still a virgin, although I had gotten close last summer with Bill McGwire. Whoa, that was a shock. I was friends with Bill in my past life, but to think that I almost lost my virginity to him in this one was a shocker. I then noticed that Bill was in my current class. When I looked over at him, he noticed and smiled. I smiled back. I hadn't noticed before, but he was a good looking guy. I could do worse, I thought. Bill was around six feet tall and of average build. Like most guys in school, he had long hair - his was light brown with a slight curl to it. Thankfully it was naturally curly and not a perm. I still couldn't get over all the guys with perms. He also had dark blue eyes. I searched my memories and remembered something about him becoming a fireman. My newfound memories told me that I had been to a party in August at his house. There had been beer and pot, and I remembered that I got a little buzzed. I also recalled making out with him in the rec-room. He had me partly undressed, and we would have gone further, if his parents hadn't come home. I wondered if he would ask me out. Chapter 9 After class I got my answer. He walked over to me and smiled. "Hi, Elle," he said. "Hi," I replied. "Where are you going now?" he asked. I looked at my schedule. "Lunch, what about you?" "Same," he replied with a smile. "How have you been?" "Good," I replied. We headed towards the large lunch area together. Yeah, I know...I should have done something different; I mean, I was new at this, but he was so nice. "Sorry, I didn't call," he said meekly. I looked over at him and nodded. "I also...I mean, I didn't mean for what happened back in August to happen like that. I mean, I like you... I like you a lot," he stammered. I smiled back at him. I remembered my nervous attempts to talk to girls when I was a boy and sympathized for Bill. "It's okay," I replied. "I know what you mean." "So, you're not angry at me?" he asked timidly. I laughed. "No." He smiled back. "You want to go to the game with me this Friday?" Our terrible football team was playing their first game of the season, but it was the place to go on a Friday, and there were usually parties afterwards. "Sure, I'd like that," I replied. "Cool," he replied. Holy shit, I was going out on a date! Chapter 10 One thing that confirmed that I wasn't in an alternative universe was the fact that the school lunch was as awful was I had remembered. Today's feeble attempt at barely edible food was cheeseburgers, which were mostly soy, and awful greasy fries. I skipped that and got a salad, which was mostly iceberg lettuce and two pieces of carrot and one piece of radish. Health food was obviously a few years away. Bill went off to eat with some guys, and I sat down with Judy and Gina. "So, are you and Bill together?" asked Judy with a smile. She had been at the same party and obviously had seen us together. "Maybe," I replied with a grin. "He's pretty cute," said Gina. I nodded. "Changing the subject, what are you planning on doing after graduation?" "I'll probably get just married," stated Gina with a sigh. I vaguely remembered something about her marrying a guy who worked for her father's construction company. I think she already had three kids when I saw her at the ten year reunion. "I'm actually thinking about the army," said Judy. "Jean talked to a recruiter over the summer, and he told her that if we passed the test we could go to foreign language school in Monterey California. I would also earn money for college." Jean was a girl that I had known since second grade. She was a diehard liberal, and the idea of her joining the army had always made me smile. I nodded as I picked through my meager salad. While I couldn't repeat the same path that I had done before, I could get into some pretty good fields and earn money for college. "What are you going to do?' asked Gina. "I may look into the military too," I said. "I don't want to go to 202-U and just kill time." With my twenty years of experience in my previous life, I knew that I would have no trouble adjusting back to the military life. I might not do a career, but it would be a nice place to start. At least I could earn some money for college. "I agree, but that's where a lot of our class seems to be going," said Judy. "Another reason not to go there," I replied with a grin. Judy and Gina began to laugh. "I can't believe that we're finally seniors," said Gina. "I know," I replied as I finished off my salad. I looked around the cafeteria and only saw milk and juice machines. I could really use a Diet Coke, but it hadn't been invented yet, and there was no way that I was about to start drinking Tab. I think if you looked in a dictionary in 1977 and looked up the word vile, there was a picture of a can of Tab. "Where do you think we'll be in say...thirty years from now?" I asked. "Who knows?" said Judy. Others at the table joined in and offered their opinions on where we would be in thirty years. I wondered if I would be back in high school. Was this a loop that would keep repeating, or was this a one time deal? Chapter 11 After school Judy, Gina, and I stopped at Montgomeryville Mall, which had just opened the previous spring. As we walked around the large two-level mall, I noticed that many stores were hiring. I really wasn't worried about my class load and figured that I could use some extra money. I had worked at the same mall in my previous life and knew that the money could be pretty good and the hours flexible. I mentally made some notes on which stores were hiring. I ruled out all the fast-food places and most of the big chain stores as they were less flexible with hours. The smaller, privately owned stores often paid teens under the table. We stopped in the record store and checked out the latest releases. It was really strange seeing actual record albums again. I had forgotten how large they were compared to CDs. I ignored them and moved to the cassettes. I picked out a few "old favorites", most notably Steely Dan's latest Aja and Bob Marley and the Wailer's Exodus. I figured I might as well introduce reggae to my high school. "You're actually buying that?" asked Judy as she looked at the cover. "It's really good, trust me on this," I stated. "But, look at his hair!" she remarked as she shook her head in disgust. "He has braids!" "They're called dreadlocks," I said as I corrected her. The salesperson was slightly shocked by my selections, but at the same time he was pleased. He had the look of a real stoner and probably only worked at the store to get the latest releases. His eyes were a little bloodshot, although he was trying to hide this fact by wearing sunglasses. "So, you actually like reggae?" he asked. "Sure, I'm surprised that you have it," I replied with a smile. He laughed as he took my money. We then floated around the mall to the various shops. I ended up buying a bottle of nail polish that Judy insisted would look great on me. It was a bright pink, and I had my doubts, but I bought it anyway. On the way back home, I played the Bob Marley cassette. They were a little slow to warm up to it, but I think they started coming around by the time we got home. Chapter 12 After dinner, I continued writing in my notebook. It would have been so much easier with my laptop, but being they hadn't been invented yet, I had to do it the old fashioned way. I continued to discover large gaps in my knowledge of the future. I knew that when I was in the navy I had gone off to war, but now I couldn't recall against who it had been. I knew that it happened sometime in the early 1990s, but after that I was clueless. I then turned my attention to life as a girl. While it was obvious that I liked boys a lot now, as I thought about it, I found that I also still had feelings for other girls. Being it was 1977, I knew enough to keep these feelings in check. The last thing I needed was to be labeled a lesbian. Back to boys, I knew that I would also have to watch myself. While I was eager to explore my new body and life, I didn't want to go overboard either. It then hit me that I hadn't started to play around with my new body. It was nearly nine-thirty, and I knew that Mom and Dad would be watching TV. I closed my bedroom door and locked it. I changed into my nightgown and lay down on my bed. I started by rubbing my nipples and found that they were very sensitive. I was slightly shocked at how hard they got as I rubbed them. While one hand alternated between my nipples, the other hand slipped down and began to rub the outside of my vagina. I was tentative at first, but soon I was slipping my fingers inside of it and rubbing against my clit. It was better than I had ever dreamed. In a very short time I worked myself up to a monstrous orgasm. But it wasn't just one, but wave after wave of pleasure sweeping through my body. I bit my lip to prevent making too much noise, although I wasn't sure how successful I was. I had the feeling that I would be very noisy during sex. As I lay there in post-orgasmic bliss, I tried to rationalize what had happened to me. Waves of questions began to come to the surface. Was this permanent, or would I wake up in San Diego? What would I do with my life? Was there a purpose for this change, or was it just a cosmic gift, righting a wrong hat never should have happened? It was too complicated to ponder all at once, so I gave up and went to sleep. Chapter 13 I woke up to my clock radio going off and hearing Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas. I looked over at the radio and noted the position on the dial. The station was 93.3 - WMMR, one of two main FM rock stations in Philadelphia. As I listened to the song, it hit me that I was still a girl, and it was still 1977. I couldn't help but smile. In many ways I was very pleased to still be Elle. It felt great not to be in personal conflict. My mind and body finally matched, and it was wonderful. True, I had some time issues to get used to, but I had already lived through these years once, so I was pretty confident I could do it again. Yes, I still had a lot to get used to, but I was pretty sure that I could. So, I got out of bed and got ready for school. I was ready to start my second day as a high school girl. As with the previous morning, it was great to see my parents again. It was wonderful to have them in my life again. "Is Alice coming home this weekend?' I asked. "She's planning on it," said Mom. My sister was attending college in Philadelphia, and even though it was only forty minutes away, she stayed in the dorm. I can't blame her; it was a lot easier, and I'm sure she was enjoying her freedom. Still, I knew she enjoyed coming home for the weekend. Her boyfriend, Jim, attended another local college, and it was the only time they could really get together. "By the way, make sure you keep Saturday night open," said Mom. It took me a second to realize what she was talking about. My birthday was the next day, and it was family tradition to go out for dinner. I didn't mind as long as Friday was free. "Okay," I replied. "So where are we going?" "Gino's," said my dad without looking up from the paper. I had a hazy memory that the Gino's restaurants were fast food places a lot like McDonalds. Their food was pretty greasy, even by fast food standards and they were long gone by the early 1980's. "We are not going to Gino's," said Mom. "Too fancy? Okay, how about the Tremont?" asked Dad. The Tremont was Dad's favorite restaurant. It had been torn down in the 1990s, but now it was an excellent upscale restaurant. I immediately was looking forward to going there. "That sounds great," I replied. "Well, I've got to go, bye." As with the previous day, I kissed Dad goodbye. Part of the reason for my fast exit was that it had just hit me that we held the reception after Dad's memorial service at the Tremont, and it had been the last time I had been there. I almost wished that my old personal memories were as bad as my historical ones. Knowing when a loved one is going to die is horrific. Chapter 14 Judy's car was a 1972 dark green Chevy Nova, and it pulled up at almost the same time I stepped out of the house. "Good morning," I said as I walked towards the car. Once inside, I reached into my purse and pulled out a five dollar bill. I handed it to Judy. If I remembered it right, with a gallon of gas going for less than seventy-five cents, this would more than cover my share. "What's this for?" "Gas," I replied. "Wow, first time for everything!" she replied as she put the five into her purse. "Thanks, Ellen." "Funny," I said. "I've paid before." "I know you have," said Judy. "I just wanted to give you some grief." "Um, I pay too," added Gina. "Seriously, I appreciate it," said Judy. "Oh, I talked to my brother, and he's shocked that I have a friend who likes Bob Marley. He said he would send you some copies of some other albums." I just laughed, thinking about the other musicians I would introduce to them. Chapter 15 Bill and I had a great talk before class. I was falling for him even as every alarm in my head was going off; telling me it was way too soon. I found myself wondering what it would be like to be kissed by him. After class we walked to the cafeteria together. "There's a party over at Mark Palmer's house after the game, can you go?" I nodded. 'I just have to be home by midnight." "No problem," he replied. He then took my hand into his, and he held it until we reached the cafeteria. I felt a chill run through my body, a chill of excitement. "You don't mind?" he whispered into my ear. "No, not at all," I replied. We broke apart when we reached the cafeteria, but not before Jean, Gina and the rest of my friends saw us holding hands. Naturally, I took some good natured ribbing when I sat down, but I didn't mind. Bill was a nice guy. I also recalled my rather dismal dating record my first time through high school. I wasn't about to do something stupid, but at the same time I wasn't about to sit on the sidelines again. I was pleased that Bill found me attractive. I mean, I had a nice body, and I had to admit that I was pretty. Deep down, there was a part of me that wondered if the only reason why Bill was interested in me was our little fling at the summer party. Even though I wasn't there at the time, I had very vivid memories of the party. Yes, I had been drinking, but I wasn't drunk, and yes, I had smoked a few joints, but I wasn't wasted either. No, what stuck in my memories was that I wanted to be with him badly. I guess I still carried the biased view that guys are brought up with about girls. That is that if a girl wants sex, she's a slut. I cringed thinking that I could end up with that sort of reputation. There were so- called bad girls in our class, and I knew several of them from growing up in the school district. They hadn't seemed that different growing up, and I wondered what made them different. While I no longer had my gender issues, I now realized that I had other issues to deal with. In just my second day as a girl, I was aware of several of them, and I wondered what else was in store for me. Chapter 16 There were other things to get used to. For one, I was several inches shorter than I had been as a male. Naturally, I was less strong physically, which would take some getting used to. Then there was the whole age thing. While I was about to turn eighteen, I was still too young to drink legally; however, Jersey was only forty minutes away and they had an eighteen year old age limit. I would be old enough to vote, but not old enough to get a rental car. Also, living with my parents, I had a curfew to deal with. I understood the reason for it, but it would take some getting used to. Surprisingly, I adjusted to my new female body very quickly. The way it moved and swayed as I walked and the bouncing of my breasts, seemed quite normal. I also had knowledge of feminine hygiene. I knew how to keep my body clean, and even though I hadn't had one yet, I knew what to do when my period arrived, but that wasn't a worry right now. I also recalled that I had been on birth control for two months, taking the pill was as automatic as brushing my teeth. I knew the rotation of days that I would have to take them and when I would be off them. In my new memories, I remembered a rather open discussion between my sister, mom, and I about sex. While Mom wasn't telling me to go out and have sex, she acknowledged the fact that women were having sex at a younger age. It had been her decision to do this for my sister and me. To be honest, I was shocked, as I had never thought of my mom being so open-minded. I also became aware of health issues that I would have to deal with. I looked at my calendar and saw that I had a full physical scheduled for early October. That wasn't something I was looking forward to. Chapter 17 Jumping ahead to Friday night, I nervously dressed for the game. While I was just wearing jeans and a short-sleeve light blue colored top, I did take special care to make sure my hair and makeup looked great. I had to find the balance of looking good, but not too good. Yes, I wanted him to notice me, but at the same time I didn't want look like I was begging for him. This was complicated. Bill picked me up in his 1970 Ford Mustang. The body was a work in progress, but it ran really well. "You look nice," he said as we drove to the game. "Thanks," I replied. "You know, I always liked you; I didn't think that you ever noticed me," he said. Bill and I had gone to the same elementary school and also the same junior high; we even had been in a few classes together over the years. While we hadn't run in the same social groups, we did overlap at times. My new memories told me that I had been aware of Bill and that I liked him. "I noticed you," I said. "Cool," he replied. We hung out in what was called "The Pit" at the game. It was a student section where everyone stood the entire game. While we really did pay attention to the game, because our team was terrible it always shifted into a social area. As expected, we lost, badly. Actually, I knew that we wouldn't win a game that year, but I kept that knowledge to myself, no sense in ruining everyone's hopes for the season. After the game we hung out in the parking lot before heading out to the various parties. I told myself to stay calm and not to get out of control. Thankfully, I did this. The party we went to was basically a combination of loud music, beer, and other things. Even though the drinking age in PA was 21, I had forgotten how easy it was to get beer. The party we went to had a keg, which had been bought by Mark's older brother. I didn't drink much. I think I wanted to see if Bill was really interested in me as a girlfriend or whether he just wanted someone to have sex with. Thankfully, Bill was very cool that night and didn't try to get me drunk; maybe there was more to this than a one time fling. As we drove home, we talked. "So, you're going out with your family tomorrow night?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. I told him about the dinner plans. "That's really nice," he said. There was a long pause. "Um, do you want to go out again? I mean, we could just go to the movies or something like that." "I'd like that; I'd like it a lot," I replied. "Cool," he replied. He pulled into my driveway and turned off his car. We looked at each other in silence for what seemed like an eternity. I smiled slightly and nodded. Bill then leaned over and kissed me. My whole body tingled as our lips met. His tongue began to slip in my mouth, and I made no effort to stop it. However, our embrace didn't last long. Bill pulled away. "I suspect that your Dad might be watching. I don't want to piss him off before I even meet him." I laughed. "So, are we going to see each other again?" "How about next Friday?" he asked. The football team was on the road, and no one, other than family, went to road games; it was bad enough watching them lose at home. "I'd like that," I replied. "Cool," he replied. I figured we'd discuss the details later. "I'll call you this weekend," he said. He then kissed me again. He then walked me up to the front door. We kissed one last time, and I went inside and watched him drive away. It then hit me; I had a boyfriend. Chapter 18 I looked at the large clock on the living room wall and noted that I wasn't late, as it was only 11:45. However, Mom and Alice were still up and sitting in the kitchen. It was so obvious that they were waiting up for me that I couldn't resist. "I still have fifteen minutes, can I pro-rate it to next week?" I asked as I joined them. "Pro-rate? Wow, you're getting more sophisticated with your vocabulary," said Alice. My sister and I had the typical brother-sister relationship growing up; we fought a lot, but were also very close. In fact, over the years we had become even closer. I had always considered her to be very pretty. Her hair was lighter in color than mine and slightly shorter. I was glad that she was around. Alice was fifteen months older than me and had been taller than me until one summer when I grew several inches. Unfortunately, as a girl, that growth spurt never happened, and she was now two inches taller than me, and she never let me forget this. "Hey, little sister," she greeted me with a grin. I sat down next to her. "How's college?" She shrugged. "So far, so good." "I'm going to bed," said Mom. "Good night." She then gave us each a kiss and a hug and left the kitchen. Alice smiled. "So...do you want to talk here or upstairs?" Crap, was it that obvious? "Um, sure, let's go upstairs." We went up to her room and sat down on the twin-sized bed. Now, back in my old life, the only time I had ever gone into her room was to "borrow" some of her clothes. It felt strange to go in there for a conversation. "So tell me about him," she stated. I told her about Bill. "He sounds nice," she said. "He is," I replied. "Just be careful. I know you're protected, but there are other things to worry about. Guys can be real jerks," stated Alice. I just nodded. "We're going out next Friday." She nodded. "So the Knights are going to lose somewhere else next week?' I nodded. "They're even worse than last year." "I wouldn't think that was possible," she said. "I'm willing to bet they lose every game this year," I continued. "Too bad you can't get someone to take that bet." We both laughed. Actually, the reason why the team was so bad was that we'd had a long teacher's strike two years ago, and many of the better athletes had transferred. "One thing you should tell him - his exhaust is really loud on his car, even Mom heard it as he pulled in," said Alice. "Thanks, I will. So, how do you really like college?" I asked. "I hate it," she replied. "I'm thinking of quitting." As I had said earlier, Dad wasn't big on girls going to college. Yes, he was a little old fashioned in his views. The only way he allowed Jeannie to go to college was to go to a nursing school. "I'm sorry," I answered. "I'll survive. I just know that there's no way that I'm going to be a nurse. I love my classes, but I wish it was in a subject that was my choosing. So what are you going to do?" she asked. "I might join the military," I replied. "You're kidding?" I shook my head. "I can earn college money there, and there are some pretty cool jobs. I mean, I'm a girl; I can't go into combat." I know, I know, this would change, but this was 1977. "That's true, have you told Mom and Dad about this?" "Not yet, I want to get some info first. I'm going down to the recruiting station in Lansdale next week to talk to them," I said. Alice nodded. "Just don't sign anything." "I won't," I replied. "So, how does it feel to be eighteen?" "Not that much different than seventeen...I haven't snuck over to Jersey yet," I replied. We both laughed. The previous Memorial Day, we had gone down to the Jersey shore. Even though most of us were underage, no one got carded. "You know, I had a really strange dream about you the other night," said Alice. "What was it about?" I asked. "You were a guy," she said. "I mean, it seemed so real." I stared back and wondered if she knew. "Wow, so was I still your sibling?" She nodded. 'You were a pain in the ass little brother...as opposed to a pain in the ass little sister." I picked up a pillow and tossed it at her. "It was so realistic," she continued. "I almost called you to confirm you were really a girl." "When was the dream?" "The other night...Monday night," she answered. The same night that my change occurred; it couldn't be a coincidence, could it? "Tell me more," I asked. "The weird thing was that even though you were a guy, you wanted to be a girl. I caught you in here taking my clothes," continued Alice. "That's pretty weird," I said. "I know, you broke down and cried, telling me that you just wanted to be a girl. I told you to make a wish and maybe it would be answered." "Was it?" I asked. "I don't know; I woke up before it ended - pretty strange, huh?" "I'll say," I replied. She looked at the clock. "Well, it's really late. Good night, little sister." As I drifted off to sleep in my bed, I thought about the dream that my sister had told me about. Was there a connection? Chapter 19 Now in my old life I had always been a big fan of science fiction, especially stories involving time travel. You know, if you go into the past and change one small thing how all of the future will be changed. Well, things were definitely different. I was now a girl, and there was no way I could repeat my old life. Additionally, I was changing the lives of those around me. I mean, Bill never kissed me when I was a guy. I thought about this all morning. I mean, I knew what had happened to my family in the other timeline, could I...or more importantly, should I try to change things? First, my dad had health issues that were improperly diagnosed until it was really too late. If I could steer him to a specialist now, could this give him a better and longer life? Second, later in her life my sister became a very successful businesswoman, but she did it on her own through hard work. She would quit college in the spring and go from one job to another before working her way to the top. What if she chose this path sooner in her life? I won't even get into her first marriage and the way her first husband treated her, he was a total idiot. On the other hand, she had a really good second marriage, so what would become of that? I also had knowledge of the future that I could use to my advantage. I mean, I could use it to make my family and myself financially secure. I'm not talking just stocks and stuff like that, but I knew the winners of every major sports championship for the next thirty years. I could place bets in Vegas before the season started and make a killing. But to be honest, I wished that I hadn't been left with this information as it only complicated my life. I just wanted to be happy and whole; was this so much to ask for? There was something else bothering me. I had lived close to forty-eight years as a guy, and for many of those I wanted to experience life as a woman, including sex. Now I had the body and unfortunately the decades of urges to go along with it. Now that I was dating Bill, I knew that it was within my grasp. Yes, my sense of morality was presently strong enough to hold it off, but for how long? I woke up Saturday morning thinking about what it would be like to have sex with Bill. Part of me argued what was the harm? I was on birth control so the chance of getting pregnant was very low. On the other hand, what would happen if I got caught or if Bill told everyone? I didn't want to be known as a "bad girl" either. So much for everything being perfect if I was a girl! Chapter 20 Alice took me the mall to pick out something to wear to dinner. "You have such a nice figure, you should wear clothes that show it off," she explained as we worked our way through the various clothing aisles of one store after another. "Also, you should have some pretty things to wear for your new boyfriend." I just laughed. "So when are you going to tell Dad?" she asked. "I would do it sooner than later," "But not tonight, right?" I replied. She nodded. "Tomorrow would be better. Of course, you'll have to introduce Bill to Dad too." "Why? Dad never cared who I dated before?" "You last had a 'boyfriend' two years ago, little sister. Trust me, Dad will want to meet him," said Alice. "Oh, this is perfect!" She held out a short sleeveless black dress. "This is something you really need in your wardrobe," continued Alice. I nodded and took it to the dressing room, along with several other items. The dress fit perfectly. Yes, I knew all about the importance of a little black dress in a wardrobe, but I played along. I was really enjoying my time with my sister. Hey, I didn't even mind the little sister cracks. I had the feeling that we would be even closer this time around. Chapter 21 I wore the black dress to dinner that night. Both Mom and Dad were very impressed. "You look lovely," stated Mom. "Where's the camera?" It wouldn't be a family event without photos; it was cool to see how some things hadn't changed. Alice's boyfriend agreed to take a photo of us. Mom commented how happy I looked. I wish I could have told her how long I had waited for a night like this. I was the person that I had always wanted to be, or at least I was on the right path. I had to admit that I loved the way the dress looked on my body, and I also got a kick out of the way men at the restaurant looked at me as we walked in. Thanks to Jeannie's help with my hair and makeup, I looked like I was in my early twenties and not eighteen. The dress and high heels didn't hurt. I was surprised how easy it was to walk in the three inch heels. Okay, I was enjoying being a flirt, but what girl wouldn't when she was going out to celebrate her birthday. Another nice thing about going to The Tremont was that, as they knew Dad, the staff didn't question him when he ordered drinks for Alice and I. It was pretty cool getting served a drink in a high-class restaurant. To be honest, most of the night was blur, although I remember the beautiful birthday cake that was brought out for dessert. It was definitely the best birthday that I ever had. It was much later in the evening, and Alice and I were the only ones still up. I was still too keyed up to sleep. We sat on her bed and talked for an hour. "Hey, I wanted to give you this for your birthday, but I didn't think that it would have been appropriate when everyone else was around," she said as she handed me a small wrapped box. I thanked her and opened it up. At first, I didn't know what to say when I saw what was in the box. "This isn't a joke," she said. "Look, there are times when you need to get some relief." I lifted the chrome plated vibrator out of the box. 'This is a really nice one...I have one just like it," continued Alice. I was stunned, but tried not to show it. "Um, thanks," I replied. "Hey, we all have urges," she said with a smile. "Did you include batteries?' I asked. "Of course," she replied. "Unfortunately, they don't last very long." We both began to giggle, and soon we were laughing uncontrollably. It took all our control not to be too noisy and wake up Mom and Dad. Chapter 22 On Monday I got to experience my first time in the girls' locker-room. Being I still had sexual feelings towards other women; I knew that I had to be on guard. Just undress, change into my bathing suit and head out to the pool. Everyone had to wear the same style suit, a dark blue one-piece. Mine fit pretty well, but I have to admit that I felt a little nervous as it was rather form fitting. The gym class was aquatic sports. We were broken up into teams to play water polo or inner tube basketball, which consisted of sitting in a tube and paddling towards the hoops. It was a lot of fun, and it made me forget what I was wearing. After class, I was getting dressed when I had the strange feelings that someone was watching me. I had just put on my panties and was slipping on my bra when the feeling became very strong. I didn't want to overreact, so I casually glanced over my shoulder as I buttoned up my blouse. I immediately made eye contact with a girl named Maureen. I really didn't know her that well, in either timeline. She hung out in a different crowd than me, as she was usually seen with the stoners. Maureen was actually very attractive, although a little on the tough side. She was around the same height as me, although she was a little heavier and slightly muscular. She also had short black hair. She usually dressed in jeans and rock t-shirts and wore very little makeup. I got the impression that she was a bit wild. When our eyes met, she winked and ran the tip of her tongue across her lips. It was done so subtly that no one else saw it. This caught me totally off guard, which obviously was what she was trying to do. She cast a quick glance up and down my body and then gave me a very slight nod. I honestly didn't know what to do and just turned around and continued dressing. Part of me was very excited, and part of me was terrorized. I didn't need to be labeled a lesbian, even if I wasn't the one who instigated it. I also wondered why she came on to me; I mean, I had a nice body, but there were plenty of other girls in the locker room who were more attractive. I also considered that it had all been my active imagination. I mean, I did like girls, and I might have just misread her. As I didn't have Maureen in any other of classes, I tried to put her out of my mind, at least until my next gym class. Chapter 23 Bill walked me to lunch and asked if we were still on for Friday evening. We held hands the whole way. "Of course," I replied. "If I'm picking you up at your place, I suppose that your parents will want to meet me," he said. I nodded. I still hadn't told them about my date. "It's okay, I have three older sisters, so I know the rules," he continued. "So where are we going?' I asked. "How about the movies?" he asked. That sounded pretty good, I thought. "Okay," I replied. 'That sounds like fun." "Can I give you a ride home from school today?" he asked hopefully. I nodded. "I'd like that." Chapter 24 I wasn't totally surprised that Bill suggested that we stop at his house when we left the school parking lot; in fact, I was sort of hoping he would. I suppose it was all the years I had spent wishing I was a girl, but I really wanted to experience life as a female. Both of Bill's parents worked, so we had the place to ourselves. "I need to use your phone," I said. He nodded and smiled when I told Mom that I was studying and wouldn't be home for a while. As soon as I hung up the phone, Bill took me by the hand and led me to the rec-room. I sat down on a couch as he turned on the stereo. He then reached behind the stereo and retrieved a small bag of pot. "You want some?" he asked as the music started. It was the latest from Hall and Oates. Obviously, Bill remembered that I smoked from the summer party, and I nodded. He smiled back and sat down next to me to roll a joint. Okay, I know that this was happening too fast, but I didn't care; I wanted to be Bill's girlfriend. "My sister gets this from a friend at college," he said as he lit the joint and passed it to me. We listened to the music, talked and smoked the joint. It was just enough to help us both feel mellow. I could tell that Bill was more nervous than I was; which didn't make sense as boys are expected to be the one who starts things. "I'm really glad that we're going out," he said. "Me too," I replied, so much for scintillating conversation. "Um, do think that we could be...a couple? I mean, I really like you a lot," he said. "I'd like that," I replied as I took the joint from him. "I'd like to be your girlfriend." Bill smiled and leaned closed. He took the joint back and finished it off. He then leaned over and kissed me. It felt wonderful. Chills ran through my body as we embraced and kissed. Now, I had no intention of doing anything further than kissing with Bill...at least at this point of our relationship, so I wasn't worried about going too far. Oh, I wanted to know what it was like to have sex as a woman, and I really liked Bill, but it was too soon. Still, the kissing was pretty good, and we both enjoyed it. I also knew that I was his girlfriend now. Later, Bill drove me home, and after a long kiss, I went into my house like nothing had happened. Chapter 25 Okay, even though I've been sort of focusing on it, my whole life didn't revolve around sex. I was also preoccupied by my transformation and time shift. I wondered how this could have happened and whether it was just some cosmic trick or if someone or something was behind it. I continued to write in my journal about my past or was it my future? This is the kind of thing that can really mess with your mi

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Second Chances By: Malissa Madison Denise wasn't sure who the strange man sitting down the street from the house was, or why he was watching her. But it made her nervous, was he some kind of molester or other kind of Pervert? It wasn't the first time she'd seen him either. She'd mentioned it to her older sister Patricia, who'd looked at the man curiously then said, "Don't worry Sis he's harmless," just before the bus arrived to pick them both up for school. This morning she stood...

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Second Chances

Synopsis: They say portals to the past are everywhere. Especially where something terrible once happened. But what if it was still happening? Second Chances By LJ He collapsed, still reeling from the impossible sensation of feeling hot, male seed fill his belly. He tried to roll back onto his back, to make some effort at regaining a sense of normalcy, but found he could not move. Not an inch. Not a single muscle. Some force was holding him in place as surely as if he had been frozen...

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Second Chances

I always hear the term "dirty old man" referring to a lot of older men that gawk at pretty young girls. Well, no one ever really mentions "dirty old woman" although there are a lot of us out there. I am one of them myself. Here is my dirty little tale. It was that one summer that changed everything. My husband had died earlier that year and I was left alone in our small country home. My daughter Caroline had just met a wonderful young man whom she would be marrying. Caroline had a very...

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Second Chance

Second Chance, By Armond "I come bearing gifts," she said, holding up a white sack. "We had a bunch left over, and I hated to see them go to waste." "Chocolate chip scones? Gina Strega, you are sinful," Marita said, peering in the bag. She grabbed the one with the most chips and bit in; crumbs tumbled down her white blouse. "You don't have to stuff us with yummy bribes, dear, we ARE changing you back." "I wasn't trying to bribe anyone," Gina said, "I thought you might...

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SECOND CHANCES

One of my classes is critical to all students graduating high school. They must get a passing grade or else they cannot move on to whatever awaits them beyond the hallowed halls of the only high school in this county. It is English after all, our native language. I moved here from the city because I wanted peace and quiet. I had thought that maybe my experiences would be different. But I see the same amount if not more students just squeak by or drop out. Then they go on to local farms thinking...

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Second Chances

--- Second Chances --- Part 1 Discovery had finally abandoned its restraint of permission. With words flowing mysteriously from her pen, Vera was finding them both innate and yet foreign, like a thing already known and yet at the same time strangely revelational. Neither the bonds of a pastoral father nor her own youthful ideals were shielding her from the assault -not this time. She knew that it had been a vainful refusal to admit to the a****l’s existence. Terrifying yet cunning, it was a...

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Second Chance

Like most high school sweethearts, Gail and I had dreams and plans. We would go to the same college, settle down, get married, and have kids. Things just didn't work out that way. For a start, we were approved for different colleges. Of course, we pledged to stay together and continue our relationship and we did that for several months. But, little by little, the calls and texts dwindled to a few — then none. Despite wanting it to work, our deepest fears were realised and our relationship fell...

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Second Chances

SECOND CHANCES BY PAUL G JUTRAS I would like to dedicate this little story to the on line TG comics that inspired me. Comic sites such as Venus Envy, Xanny?s Curse, The Wotch, Lean On Me, From Here to Forth and EL GOONISH SHIVE. ---- Spring time had come once again. It was the time of year that depressed Jeff more than any other. Even summer didn?t depress him as much as he did when he stood and the cashier ring up the purchases before him of a woman in a hot pink bikini and...

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Second Chances

Note : This story is completely fictional! I always hear the term "dirty old man" referring to a lot of older men that gawk pretty young girls. Well no one really ever mentions "dirty old woman" although there are a lot of us out there. I am one of them myself. Here is my dirty little tale. It was that one summer that changed everything. My husband had died earlier that year and I was left alone in our small country home. My daughter Caroline had just met a wonderful young man whom she would be...

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Second Chance

       It had been three years.  Three looooooong years as far as her libido was concerned.  She’d stayed far away from all of it; buried herself in her awful temp job that had since become a permanent secretary position, not that it’s permanence made it any better, just more predictable.  She’d aided her ailing mother until she’d died six months before and her sister was so far AWOL she hadn’t even shown to the funeral.  She was alone and emotionally destitute when not so long ago her life...

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Second Chances

Instant gratification. That’s what most people want these days. Thanks to instant communication with email, instant shopping online, instant pornography too, we all want exactly what we want, exactly when we want it. That’s what made things so frustrating. Much as I don’t want to admit it, my middle-aged brain has been re-wired to operate in the modern era of instant gratification. She made me wait. I had clicked the “send” button and sent my video clip to my foreign correspondent. She was...

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Second Chance

What puzzled her was that even though her parent’s finances were shaky, they always seemed to have the money to send her to prestigious private schools. She had earned a bachelor’s degree, an MBA and now just completed her law degree, all from Ivy League universities, along with experience in prestigious management consulting companies in between her degrees. She asked her mother a few times over the years how they could afford her schooling, when they often had trouble paying their other...

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Cw I Take My Chances

Ralph — I pulled away slowly from the shadows where I'd been parked. I was sad beyond human endurance. My breath caught in my throat. I was wishing I was dead. First my wife had turned into a slut, now she had succeeded in turning my fiancée into a whore. The radio was playing the refrain of a Mary Chapin Carpenter song, I Take My Chances. Now I can cry until I laugh and laugh until I cry So cut the deck right in half, I'll play from either side I take my chances, I pay my dollar and I...

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Second Chances

The worst thing about the end of the world was the mind numbing boredom. Sandy made one final connection to her generator. Wiping the grease from her hands, she stood and surveyed her work. "That should do it," she said with a grin. "Now this is going to be good!" The pretty young woman made her way down to the street, and started to take off her clothes. "I better get ready. The sun's going down soon!" Sandy hurried to her camp shower, and washed the day's work from her body. Her...

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Second Chance

I had been visiting the nursing home ever since Dad was moved into it from his marital home, and it's been tragic watching a strong and vibrant personality, with a terrific sense of humour, slowly fade away in front of my eyes. In a twisted sort of a way, it reminded me of my own marriage and widowhood. You see my husband had died of cancer. Prostate cancer.They reckon all men will get it if they live long enough, but he hadn't. He was only fifty-six when he died. I nursed him at home for the...

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Second Chance

I had been visiting the nursing home ever since Dad was moved into it from his marital home, and it's been tragic watching a strong and vibrant personality, with a terrific sense of humour, slowly fade away in front of my eyes. In a twisted sort of a way, it reminded me of my own marriage and widowhood. You see my husband had died of cancer. Prostate cancer.They reckon all men will get it if they live long enough, but he hadn't. He was only fifty-six when he died. I nursed him at home for the...

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Second Chance

Rick stood by his bedroom window gazing outside, a pained look on his face. The sunny suburban scene outside was picturesque but he could care less. All he could feel was the slight thump of his head. He hated Mondays, and the reality of a weekend ended. Last night was still a blur and not at all surprising as he had had one beer too many. It was the first time he had lost control of his drinking and did not appreciate the consequences. He smacked his mouth in disgust as it tasted like he had...

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Second Chance

Second Chance By Paul G. Jutras "A rose for a rose." Steve said as Rose stepped off the elevator at the newspaper office they both worked for. A series of snickering and cat calls came from the computer terminals near by. Rose just smiled and gave Steve a kiss on the side of the face before going to sit cross legged at her own desk "Seem like just yesterday still I asked you to marry me." Rose said as she sat on the edge of her desk and snickered....

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Second Chances

It was mid - January, the air below minus two, when I entered the park around ten to midnight after doing a busy nine hour shift at the convenience store. I pulled up the hood of my green puffa jacket over my head and walked deeper into the fog that miraculously appeared out of nowhere. I saw the outline of the lake in front of me so I thought and walked on. I suddenly felt afraid as the fog thickened around me, wrapping around me like a duvet. I turned around frantically searching for a...

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Moms Second Chance

I rolled out of bed fairly early, even though there was no real reason to.  I wouldn’t be starting college until the fall, so I could have slept in if I wanted to.  The view out the window when I opened it was still strange to me.  Born and raised in Iowa, the sight of the ocean off in the distance on a summer morning in Florida was a far cry from what I was used to.Mom had told me the story several times about her and my Dad – whom I’m named for – scheming a move to Florida as their ultimate...

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Second Chances

Small things make all of the difference in the world to a person's mental state. Take for example the sound of eight very precise pistons moving back and forth in their own respective cylinders. The output of that movement, funneled through a specially tuned exhaust system creates a mechanical symphony of sorts. That sound might be considered to be a loud and un-necessary noise, by a person who wants to relax and have quiet or simply isn't atuned to it. But it can also be viewed as being very...

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Ana gets a chance just a chance

That summer Anita and I were spending our holidays at a nice resort in the beach. On the third day I heard about a bar in town that stayed open all night long. It was the kind of place where people can chat and listen to the music at same time…My sweet Ana agreed to go there for some drinks.She told me she would wear a sexy black dress matching with a pair of stiletto heels and a red tiny thong. Ana said that outfit might make her look a bit slutty; but then I told her that the underwear and...

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Aunts Chance

CD was staying with his aunt after being discharged from the Army. Honorably. He didn't have a lot of money so staying with her made perfect sense. At least until he could get some money together. The Corona Virus had changed his original plans and he spent the last two years working with vaccination deployment. It had been two tours, eight years since he had seen his home town. Of course, home town was kind of a misnomer. He called it home because he spent most of his teen years here. His...

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Chances

We’ve never met. At least not in person. She is just a screen name to me and an avatar, and I suppose that is all I am to her. A few exchanged messages online. That’s what we share. And perhaps she knows more about me than I do about her, since she’s read some of my stories posted online. She knows a bit of what I look like, at least from the waist down, and she knows my age and where I live. Her? I know where she lives and how old she is, but I have no idea what she looks like. I don’t even...

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Chances

We’ve never met. At least not in person. She is just a screen name to me and an avatar, and I suppose that is all I am to her. A few exchanged messages online. That’s what we share. And perhaps she knows more about me than I do about her, since she’s read some of my stories posted online. She knows a bit of what I look like, at least from the waist down, and she knows my age and where I live. Her? I know where she lives and how old she is, but I have no idea what she looks like. I don’t even...

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Second chance

It was 6 months later I was staying in yet another hotel. Still working away. I got back to my room after another hard day. But it was Friday and I had a day off tomorrow. So I had a quick shower. I started thinking about the chance meeting I had 6 months earlier with Davy and my cock started to grow. No I thought I am not going to have a wank...... Just in case. I have not had any other sort of sex with another man since. After the shower I dried off and got out my tights and panties. Which I...

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Second Chances

I hate my life. I should have stopped about an hour ago and gone home. I am stalling. I don’t want to go home. I finished grading all my papers and I am just sitting admiring myself in my mirror. Today was Thursday, the last day of school for me. We were taking this weekend off. My husband and I are going on a mini vacation. A swinger resort. He finally convinced me. I wanted him to go on his own but singles cost way more. Plus, I would get to see the type of women he is actually into. Today...

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Not Very Nice People Chapter 1011 One Last Chance

NOT VERY NICE PEOPLE by Crazy Baron Chapter 10: One Last Chance Synopsis: A kingdom for an antidote--that is the watchword for Mike and Jake as they head out to obtain a mysterious potion that promises to restore them to their original forms. They are perfectly willing to take great risks and go to extremes to be transformed back, but there are factors with which they have failed to reckon. ***** I woke up with a violent start. For a couple of seconds, I was once...

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What Were the Chances

July 1st 2013 I had just started a long shift behind the bar and I wasn’t in the mood for being friendly to customers. I’d had a row with my boyfriend, Chris, before I’d left the house. I can’t even remember what the row had been about; it was that meagre and irrelevant. The cause of the arguments never stayed put in my mind because the rough make up sex would always wipe my memory of the reasons why. Thankfully, the bar had been quiet that night, so my cheeks only slightly ached from the...

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Second Chances

Steve had been trucking for eight years now. He started relatively late in life at 45 years of age. He was now 53 and relished every day of his life. He loved his life on the road. Every day brought new experiences and new country-side. He was seeing the USA as few people ever did. Life from the driver's seat of a big rig allowed Steve to see the real America. Yes he was able to stop and visit all the sites we've all heard about, from Venice Beach to Vegas to Wrigley Field to the Twin Tower...

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Tim The Teenage MCPart XII 3 Hopes Last Chance

A light flickered on, then a moment later, it flickered back off. Darkness isn't so bad as long as you can't see the shadows. Or at least that was what I thought until I sensed things moving about me. "Hello?" I called out, wondering where the hell I was. "Timmy?!?" Suzi's voice called in the distant. "Tim, where are you?" "Suzi, over here!" I frantically called out. "Timmy... I can't find you... " her voice said, fading in the distance. "SUZI! COME BACK!" "She can't...

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Lucky chance

Starting of the story medical college okati undi aa medical college ki chala manchi name undi, and adey college lo horny tho Kasi kamam tho ragilipoye three lectures unaru. Muguru best friends , three members single flat lo stay chestaru. Chala kamam ga undey lectures . Valu elanti members antey join ayina oka ammayini select chesukuntaru thana meda eyes vastaru aa student undey classes ki teaching ki veltaru okari taruvata okaru and different subjects teach chestaru. So first eppudu aa student...

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The Second Chance

A Second Chance This story is a reboot of a storyline I had going on another site years ago, called "My Life. It was another story close to my heart, because most of the first part of it is autobiographical. The second part is how I wish it had gone. I am going to do it in one part, instead of multiple chapters last time, which I never finished. My name is Tanya. It wasn't always, and it almost never was, but sometimes life is funny. It can turn on the littlest moments. ...

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Moms Second Chance

I rolled out of bed fairly early, even though there was no real reason to. I wouldn't be starting college until the fall, so I could have slept in if I wanted to. The view out the window when I opened it was still strange to me. Born and raised in Iowa, the sight of the ocean off in the distance on a summer morning in Florida was a far cry from what I was used to. Mom had told me the story several times about her and my Dad - whom I'm named for - scheming a move to Florida as their ultimate...

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My Missed Out Chances

Hi, Glad to meet you all again thru ISS. I have been reading stories in this site for 5+ years and I have written my experiences as well here. Today, I’m not going to write anything sexy but the missed out chances. If I had capitalized those chances, it could have led me to have sex with those girls/ladies. About me, I’m from South Tamilnadu and right now in Chennai. Year 1991: I don’t know when exactly I started getting addicted to sex. But I could still remember it started at the age of 6 or...

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Second Chance

Episode 1 "You have a lot of kids, don't you?" The question came out of the blue and out of the darkness. I was working late on a Tuesday evening in November. I thought the place was deserted; the car park was empty apart from my car. The cleaners and the watchmen on their rounds wouldn't be here for hours yet. So I leapt a foot from my chair. Well, it felt like a foot. "Huh?" or "What?" or something similarly intelligent may have escaped my lips. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle...

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Utilized A Golden Chance

I am Rumi, six ft tall, average complexion and physical structure. I am changing the name and essence of the story for obvious reason. I was 20 yrs old that time. I used to live with my brother in a big city and study in a famous university. My brother was a top level executive of an MNC. He had a big bungalow from his company. There was a middle aged watchman(Darwan)for the house, who used to live at their house, with his wife. Komola was his 2nd wife, as his first wife died. She was pretty...

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A chance

A chance by kittynor Note: Coming back to writing after a long time. The writing might seem rusty. Please leave your feedback as it would help me better myself. Thank you. "Mark, I am going out shopping. You want anything for yourself?" Cynthia asked. "No dear, I am fine. You enjoy your day, okay?" Mark said, as he kissed his wife goodbye. "Sure will. See ya later," Cynthia said and helped herself out. Mark...

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Alices Second Childhood Alices Second Chance

Alice’s Second Chance, Alice’s second childhood.   PART 1   Mom was a good woman. Dad is a good man. Yet my little sister, Alice was, by age 18, a total spoiled brat and a delinquent. She could easily also have ended up being a killer. It is certainly arguable that she deserved to be sent to jail.   Now Mom did not believe in hitting children and she did not. She did, however, understand that the word ‘NO’ needs to be...

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Second Chances

It was mid – January, the air below minus two, when I entered the park around ten to midnight after doing a busy nine hour shift at the convenience store. I pulled up the hood of my green puffa jacket over my head and walked deeper into the fog that miraculously appeared out of nowhere. I saw the outline of the lake in front of me so I thought and walked on. I suddenly felt afraid as the fog thickened around me, wrapping around me like a duvet. I turned around frantically searching for a...

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Second Chances

This is the most seriously autobiographical telling of my first marriage. There are fictional aspects to it, but this one is close to the mark. This is my first foray into cheating stories; there may be a couple more. Not a stroke story by any means. I can recall the moment I found out my marriage was a lie. It was a little thing, an overheard comment; yet it crystallized everything in an instant, so many little facts spread out over fifteen years of courtship and marriage. It was all so...

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My Second Chance

Have you ever felt stuck? Felt like you were spinning your wheels? Like one mistake you made, so many years ago, set you on a path you never would have chosen? Have you ever wished you could have a second chance at life? I did. One wrong turn on my way home led me down a path that gave me that chance, that opportunity. It let me make that request to the ether, let me slip back through my timeline and take my second chance into my own hands and this time I'm not going to make the same mistakes...

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The Last Chance

Mature Gentleman seeks travel companion. Requires younger cultured woman as a travel companion for a trip to Europe and beyond. NSA. Applicants will be judged on personality and culture. All expenses paid and an end of trip bonus of $10,000 per month will be offered. Apply by Email to WethersfieldR@ Wethersfieldassocs.com giving a brief apercu of yourself. Only candidates judged suitable will be contacted.I insert the ad in the Globe Classified section to run for a period of a weekend and sit...

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Tokens A Second Chance

Tokens: A Second Chance By Bashful What can you say about James and Lonny? They were best friends, they were nice guys but they were?losers. It wasn't their fault and maybe 'losers' is a harsh word. They were less than attractive, not ugly, just not good looking. Geeky was a word commonly associated with the pair. Had things gone differently, with a few more years to mature, maybe they would have been acceptable looking guys. But fate has a way of stepping in at times and...

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Last Chance

Last Chance By Karen Elizabeth L. It's just too bizarre," I told my wife Heather. "We don't need anything that drastic, we can work out our problems ourselves." "How," She asked. "What's going to be different? What will we do this time that we haven't done the last ten times?" "I don't know that yet," I responded glumly. "But I'm sure that we can think of something, anything but this." "Do you think that little of our marriage, our family?" Heather shot back. "We've tried it...

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Fanfiction Chrono Cross Alteration of Chance

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Serge, Kid, all of 'em are owned by Squaresoft even if one of them is in an... altered... state. Nope, even she-Serge belongs to Squaresoft. (Though I doubt we'll be seeing her anywhere but here!) Even this story belongs to Squaresoft. You have no chance to survive make your reading time. Okay, bad Zerowing reference. Fans of Games/Anime as well as TG, there is a message for you at the very end of this fic even if you don't...

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Fusion Second Chance

Fusion: A second chance By Rachel Saunders [email protected] Prelude: Lex He stared at the girl in front of him. For the life of him he could not work out how she had got there. She must have been 5 or 6, and her white dress was immaculate. She looked too perfect to be in this hell they called London. Picking her up he held her close as a shell exploded a...

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Dancing On Daddys Shoes Chapter 13 First Dance Last Chance

Chapter 13 First Dance - Last Chance Friday after school, Kim returned home and charged up the stairs to her room without so much as a hello for her father who was waiting in the foyer to greet her. The better part of caution told him to just leave it alone. He returned to the living room. She would tell him what was wrong when she was ready. Tom had a good idea what the trouble was without having to be told, however. There had not been much he had been...

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Jennys Last Chance

Christian was the boy I was into since 7th grade. And at the age of 16 Igave him my virginity. At least in my dreams...Reality had not been so kind to me. I even started to grow my hair (whichI was wearing rather short since I was a k**) in the vain attempt to makehim like me. Well, it didn't work out and a few years later when risinghormon levels had turned my dreams of intimacy into a real need for it Ihad finally given up. But with our graduation nearing I somehow felt that Icouldn't leave...

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The Fourth Chance

His head was spinning. His head was spinning and his vision was blurry. He tried to muster a low groan before he realized his mouth was gagged with a piece of cloth tied around his head with a string, and that's when he knew it was time to panic. Immediately, he regained total consciousness. His vision was back, his headache receded and he could finally see what's around and where he was. Though, that didn't exactly answer the questions he already had, but rather add more to confuse...

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Missed the first chance

Hi, I am Suri and I’m just finish of my MCA from Hyderabad. This is the first time I m writing a story. I had no sexual experiences till date. But I’d like to share the most recent one which happened to me day before yesterday. When I fucked my sexy sister-in-law Siri (name changed). Let me explain from the start from where every thing begun. Two years back when I was in 1st year of mca she was in 10th class. I used to be stay with my parents. She is my mom brother’s daughter. She looks sexy...

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Young Barista Surprising Second Chance

Kaitlyn was always on my mind, wanting to see her, almost needing to see her, I continued to visit the Starbucks where she worked. There still seemed to be some tension and even though I tried to flirt with her, our interactions were strictly business. I really liked seeing her and maybe it was just me, but I sensed she was hiding her feelings. One day however, when I happened to visit, hoping to see her like always, Kaitlyn wasn’t there. I didn’t think anything at first, figuring it was...

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Mannsborough Tales 3 Svetlanas Second Chance

Svetlana didn't even glance up when the doorbell rang. Despite the fact that he left her alone all but three or four days out of the month, Karl liked the illusion that she was completely helpless and, without him around, would soon starve or go mad due to her inability to perform even the simplest of tasks, like opening doors or turning on the television, for herself. For the most part, Sveta was happy to humor him. After all, he let her stay in this fairly posh apartment and asked so little...

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