Misfit Hours
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The one thing I have never been, is myself. I have lived as a man most of my life, when I am actually a woman trapped in a mans body. I call myself ‘ Alyson Janelle’.As a young gurl, I remember climbing out of the window of the house we lived in. I wore a bras and panties under a silk top and soft little skirt. It was always late at night, and it did not matter if it was hot and windy or warm and rainy. I just loved the feeling of being myself as I walked up and down the neighbourhood streets...
I think we all know that one strange nerdy girl that's a little twisted, maybe even a little too insecure and bordering on scary-desperate. Like Michelle, the flute playing, band camp character from American Pie, or maybe more like Osgood, the scarf wearing, inhaler sucking character from Doctor Who. She typically mumbles sarcastic comments under her breath, dresses like she doesn't much care, almost always looks a little unhappy, and occasionally blurts out an inappropriate comment that lets...
MasturbationFall 1983. Spencer's Gifts in the Nanuet Mall. Lyle and Josh were flicking through the racks of posters, the clicking sound getting faster and slower. They stopped at Carol Alt. "She's fucking hot," Lyle said. Lyle had very specific ideas of who was hot and who wasn't. He was also 6'2", 140 pounds, with a zit marked face and a Jewfro last in style in 1977. My sister called him 'Refugee GI Joe,' which was surprisingly witty for her. "Paulina's hotter," Josh offered. Josh was...
"Stay down or I'll hit you again!" Billy Myers told me and I blinked at the tears flooding my eyes. "What a wuss!" Dale said, grinning at his two friends. "Hit him, Billy!" the third boy, Mark, suggested loudly and I shook my head, looking around the empty lot like a trapped animal. They were all older than me, bigger too, and I didn't know why they hated me. Probably they didn't, at least not anymore than a bully hates anyone in particular. They weren't picking on me because of...
After Dale had posted my pictures on the internet and totally destroyed my life, I'd stopped going to Mark's garage. That's where we met after school and sometimes we'd go down to his basement, or usually we'd just have sex right there. I'd expected them to be angry, maybe even come to my house and get me, but they didn't and after a week I missed it. I know how dumb that sounds, but those three boys were the only friends I had anymore and I'd lay in bed jerking off thinking about...
"What are you guys doing here?" I asked dumbly, staring at Billy, Mark, and Dale as they sat around the kitchen table. "I wanted to meet your friends," Mom told me as she poured a glass of milk for Mark. They were eating cookies. "What?" I felt like I'd fallen into the Twilight Zone. Mom had invited over the three boys who had turned me into a fag? "Sit down, faggot," she said with a smile. "I made your favorite; chocolate chip!" "Faggot!" Billy laughed and the other two...
"What are you doing?" Marcia asked me and I sighed. "Being grounded. What are you doing?" "Thinking about you." "Why?" I smiled at the ceiling and flipped my dick around with my fingers. It wasn't stiff or anything. "I like to think about you." "Okay," I said with a shrug. "I wish you were a boy." "I wish you weren't a fag." "Are we really weird?" I wondered. "Yeah," Marcia said with a giggle. "Probably. I'm naked." "How's your diet?" "It sucks." "Did...
People were talking, but they sounded far away and underwater and I couldn't understand them. The lights were too bright and I didn't feel anything anywhere, except my eyes hurt and I had to close them again. I was in a bed, I thought for no real reason, but I knew I wasn't standing up. Someone's finger pulled my left eyelid open and for just a second I lay in a shadow and I opened my other eye all by myself. The doctor looked pale blue with oriental eyes, black ones with silvery pupils,...
Sometimes the enormity of an event is too big for a person to understand. It isn't real because it's beyond imagining. You have to see it a little at a time and just a tiny fraction, once believed, is still too much. As soon as I saw the ruins of Los Angeles, and that word is much too generous, I felt something dying inside me. "What did you do?" I asked, blinking at the rush of hot tears filling my eyes. "I used to live there," Talis said softly. "My name was Kevin and I had parents...
"Have we been neglecting you, Orion?" Talis asked me. She often spoke of herself in plural, but not always and it could be confusing at times. "No Mistress," I replied quickly, earning me a smile from Ellicent. She'd been teaching me etiquette in her spare time. We were having breakfast in her private chambers, the Duchess, Christian, and me. Ellicent and Jericho sat nearby, working together as they often did to arrange meetings and audiences, inspections, and all the things that kept...
"My name's Orion now," I told her. "I'll call you Bambi..." "I'm your mother!" "Silence!" Srah raised her hand and my mom lowered her eyes. "I'll call you Bambi from now on," I continued patiently. "Srah is the Mistress of this household. Look at me, Bambi." "I don't understand," she sighed, lifting her pale blue eyes to mine. "You'll do whatever Srah tells you to do," I said. "You're not her equal. You're just a slut until I decide what to do with you." Marcia...
"I'm home!" Troy gasped and looked behind her just as the archway disappeared into a lush tropical rainforest. "Do you like it?" I asked, smiling at the joy on her face when she looked upward. She'd come from a moon in the Sarabai System, a large one about the size of Earth that circled a gas giant much like Jupiter. The planet dominated the night sky with swirls of orange, yellow, and red, casting a golden light through the canopy high above. The trees were thick and growing hundreds...
Meanwhile ... Back on Earth... "Billy! They're watching us!" Mary whispered, feeling a bit shy the way girls her age do sometimes. "Shhh..." I kissed her again, holding the little girl close against me and admiring her brand new dress with my fingers. "Don't worry about them. You know I love you, right?" "Yeah." She licked her lips and nodded. "It just feels kinda ... funny." "You feel kinda nice," I said with a smile, playing with the white lace and working the skirt...
"Ambassador Windham," I said, looking around the room and there wasn't much to see except her. "You're comfortable, I trust?" "I would like my clothing back," she replied. "Please." "We were looking all over for you, my Lady." I clucked my tongue. "It was quite the little goose chase." "When my father hears about this..." "Your father is a traitor to the Empire. He can't help you now, I'm afraid. Nobody can." "What?" She looked genuinely surprised. "Who are you?...
The Grand Atrium of Hern served as the Royal Gardens. It lay open to the public with its stone pathways winding between flowering plants of every description. From the smallest picklillies no larger than a pin, to expansive wetfruit trees whose limbs could stretch a hundred yards or more in every direction, the Gardens were a carnival for the senses. One could be overwhelmed by the sights and smells, the ripe flavor of the air itself, and the unavoidable texture of leaves and grasses...
"I don't know, Billy..." Trista smacked her lips around the tart flavor of estrus fruit pickled in bull semen. The rare delicacy from the ringworld of Kryslys-V was an acquired taste perhaps, but doubtless my daughter had enjoyed the dish previously. "You don't know if you like it?" I dipped her spoon into the milky bowl. "You swallowed too quickly, I think. You have to savor each bite ... Open wide..." She teased me with her dark eyes, opening her mouth and extending her tongue. I...
Asimov was laying over at Dothan for a few days to give her crew a bit of time away from the Darjee. Working with the incredibly sensitive and easily shocked creatures put quite a strain on the average human. Even laid back and straight-laced proper humans began showing signs of stress after tiptoeing around Darjee sensitivities for more than three or four months. The pods that would be transferred to Sir Galahad remained attached to Asimov, which was orbiting near the space docks that were...
After I'd had lunch in my ready room, I heard a rap on my door and shouted, "Enter!" "Lt. Cliff Jackson reporting as ordered, Sir." "Come in, Lieutenant. Please have a seat. I have been going over your service record, and it is very colorful, indeed. Are you just a natural born fuck up, or do you have to work at it? Just what the hell is going on here?" "Actually, Commander McLain, what I have been trying to do is to get my ass kicked out of the service ... but so far, nothing has...
"Pilot, prepare to leave the dockage. Sheila, set course for sector seven ... the last known position of the ship the ambassador's daughter was on. Set impulse engines to slingshot around the nearest gas giant, then ignite hyper engines to course. Communications, I need to file this report to headquarters, as soon as possible. As soon as we are underway, we need to call a crew meeting to go over all the charges that have been recently made against us, and our ship." "Skipper, an'...
Just then I remembered Wiz sitting anxiously over on the Loony. "Mrs. O'Connor, my ship's engineer is very anxious to talk to you, and to examine your ship ... if it's okay with you? He feels that some of the innovations you have developed could be of great importance, and would like to speak with you as soon as is convenient." "Of course, have him come over, and I will be glad to show him our ship. I am very proud of the way it turned out." Later, after Wiz had rejoined us, Mike...
Three days later we landed on Wolf Three, posing as bounty hunters. It caused quite a stir in the local population as we marched our captured pirates to the local Peacekeeper's station. After that, as we were sitting in a local café scanning the crowd and the new wanted posters we had downloaded, we noticed all the hostile looks we were receiving from the local population. It seemed as though piracy may just be a normal form of business, around here. That would explain how one of the local...
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Reddit NSFW ListThe Finishing school ( a Spell R US story, Reversed rings story) by Eric Buffy was pissed, really PISSED! Life is so unfair! Her father didn't understand her.! He took the side of the bitch Claire, the step mom from hell! Buffy paused in front of the mirror - usually the sight of her blond beauty and mature figure gave her pleasure, but not today. Tomorrow she was going to be sent away from her home and her friends to some fuckin finishing school - where without a doubt she would...
Finishing School For Young Ladies By Michele Nylons Chapter Three - The Interview "So Valerie Swindon? Are you ready" Sally asked. Sally was still dressed in her bathrobe sitting at the coffee table in Valerie's expensive hotel room, sipping coffee and smoking. "You definitely not coming with me," Valerie pouted. "Yes! That's the look! Use that on the Dean," Sally teased. "Come on Valerie; you need to do this on your own. You're going to live in that joint for the...
Finishing School For Young Ladies By Michele Nylons Chapter Five - Revenge Is Mine The following weekend was Easter and the school was closing for the four day holiday. On the Wednesday night Emily and Valerie slept together in Valerie's room. Emily locked her door and put a do not disturb sign on the doorknob and padded across to Valerie's room and locked the door behind her. The girls slept in satin knickers and bras, stockings, suspenders and satin full-slips to enhance the...
Finishing School For Young Ladies By Michele Nylons Chapter One - The Beginning Valerie Swindon sat at her desk in her small study grading exam papers. A shadow fell over the opaque glass panel of the door and she looked up at the ornate mantle clock and realised it was time. She arose from her chair and came around to the front of her cluttered desk and unzipped her skirt. She caught it before it pooled around her ankles, stepped out of it and clipped it to a hanger and hung...
Finishing School For Young Ladies By Michele Nylons Chapter Ten - An Offer You Can't Refuse Valerie strode confidently down the hall towards the Deputy Headmistress' study. Sitting outside the study waiting for an audience were Billy Butler and Alice Corinda. Valerie winked at Billy and opened the door without knocking and strode into Lisa Meakins' office. "How dare you come in here unannounced Miss Swindon! Get out and stay out until you have an appointment!" Lisa was...
THE FINISHING SCHOOL Although you wouldn't believe it now, I used to be an ordinary man in, well, not exactly ordinary job, I was the chief designer for a small aircraft manufacturer making niche planes for the bored, but rich executive. My work was demanding, but well paid, so when I married my wife, Jessica, I suggested that she needn't carry on working in the women's wear shop that she joined after leaving school. Not bad for a couple in their mid to late twenties. We owned our...
Finishing School For Young Ladies By Michele Nylons Chapter Seven - Bethany Valerie lay in bed fast asleep. As usual she was dressed in a satin negligee, nylon panties, satin brassiere and had left on her stockings having had sex just before falling asleep. She was enshrouded in satin sheets and enraptured by the feel of the silky, slinky, feel of her lingerie cosseting the bed linen. The feel of the gossamer-like garments against her sensitive flesh invoked memories which...
Finishing School For Young Ladies By Michele Nylons Chapter Eleven - Business As Usual The businessman sat in his cheap London hotel room sipping a Johnny Walker. He twiddled what appeared to be a business card between his fingers. The small black high-gloss card had the silhouette of a stylised schoolgirl with her skirt flung high showing off her stockings embossed on it in silver. Under the logo was printed the words 'Saint Trinian's Escorts' followed by a phone...
Finishing School For Young Ladies By Michele Nylons Chapter Four - The New School An elegantly dressed slim woman in her forties stood at the top of the stone steps leading up to the wide wooden double door at the entrance to Chelmsford Finishing School For Young Ladies. She was smiling and Valerie smiled back at her. "Welcome Miss Swindon. I'm Deputy Headmistress Lisa Meakins" she beamed. "Harry go down to the kerb and see Miss Swindon's cases to her dorm please," Lisa...
Finishing School by Yvonne Kristine Emerson Liz drove Yvonne to the train station. Two laden trunks were in the trunk of the car. Lovely dresses and petticoats, a few nightgowns and all the lingerie Yvonne would need for her sojourn at finishing school. Three months was a long time, but this was very necessary for Yvonne's development as a lady. Yvonne was sitting quietly, her eyes were a bit misty. Liz noticed the tears and reached over and touched her knee....
It was one of those days when Veronica was to meet Emily for a tennis match; she happened to be late. Another board meeting that went overtime and now Veronica needed to work off her frustration. She arrived courtside and sat next to Emily. While she waited a pair of women played a lively set. The pair seemed mismatched; a woman about Veronica's age against one a bit older than Emily. The younger woman was obviously a better player, making shots and running the court like a professional. Yet,...
LesbianHair Fetish Princess Angelina's Finishing Class Angelina is one of the best hair dressers in town. Not only she is great with her job, but possesses an amazing personality. She is 5ft 8 inches tall, athletic body, blue eyes and her best asset long, straight, beautiful blonde hair. One Saturday morning she was just checking her appointment dairy at the Salon, she was glad to find her friend Vanessa?s name in it for a haircut in the afternoon. It had been a long time since she had...
Finishing School For Young Ladies By Michele Nylons Chapter Eight - Passport To Eternity "So are you seriously thinking about getting tits?" Sally dropped her newspaper and snuggled up to Valerie. "But I thought the whole tranny deal was only for two or three years? Just until Tony stopped looking for you?" Sally said inquisitively. "Well it was. But now I don't want to live any other way. I can't tell you everything right now but becoming a transvestite has answered a...
Finishing School For Young Ladies By Michele Nylons Chapter Nine - Teacher Knows Best "Well its back to the grind I suppose," Valerie said sitting down to breakfast with Sally in their Soho flat on the last day of her holiday. "I know you told me that you're effectively still in hiding but I don't know why you have to stay at fucking Saint Trinian's." Sally sounded a little exasperated. "You know its Chelmsford Finishing School Sally, there is no need to be facetious. Are we...
Finishing School For Young Ladies By Michele Nylons Chapter Two - The Butterfly Emerges "So why Valerie Swindon?" Sally asked, sipping a gin and tonic with her stocking feet up on the coffee table. "It's the first name that popped into my head so no one should associate it with anything to do with my past life," William replied, also sipping a G and T and smoking a cigarette. "That's smart. A lot of trannies take on femme names that resemble their male names; Steven becomes...
John had been in Switzerland for six months, after his dad had got him a job with his company, but now the project was coming to an end. He had a week left on his flat, and decided to use the time to relax before heading home to London. He was having breakfast in his favourite little cafe, reading the paper, when he came across a small advert in the classifieds. ‘Male life model required for health class.’ It gave the name and number of a very exclusive girls’ finishing school in the city. John...
John had been in Switzerland for six months, after his dad had got him a job with his company, but now the project was coming to an end. He had a week left on his flat, and decided to use the time to relax before heading home to London. He was having breakfast in his favourite little cafe, reading the paper, when he came across a small advert in the classifieds. "Male life model required for health class." It gave the name and number of a very exclusive girls' finishing school in the city. John...
Group SexFinishing Melissa By Apathy Lush The rhythmic abrasive sweeps of the nail file drummed a tempo above the shock I swam in. A bank of glossy red hair fell in front of my face as Veronica removed one of the big pink rollers, it looked pretty. I'd never considered myself pretty. The tugging soreness at my ears kept nagging for my attention too, the huge gold hoops swaying in tune with the slight movements of my head. They'd done things to my face. Veronica said something, I didn't...
Part I – https://www.indiansexstories2.net/maid-servant/seducing-finishing-banu-part/ Part II – https://www.indiansexstories2.net/maid-servant/seducing-finishing-banu-part-2/ Somehow, 10 days which seemed like 10 years passed. I deliberately played a lie that i have extra coaching at college and cancelled my trip. It was my semester holidays and my family was going away for 2 weeks. This was my best ever chance. Only me and Banu would be at home. What i loved the most is the banu was also...
April/May 1982, Chicago, Illinois I made very good time driving back to Chicago, assisted by the radar detector, and arrived at my apartment before 6:00pm Chicago time. As usual, Stephie and Elyse were sitting on the couch when I walked in. “Well, another fantasy up in smoke!” I teased. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Yankee!” Stephie exclaimed, getting up to hug me. “Did you have a good weekend?” “I did. How about the two of you?” “Same as always, though I didn’t have a date on...
I was bored. You might not think that working at an adult boutique would be dull, but Tuesday evenings at Suggestions was always slow. I had been employed by Monique for just a few months, off the books. Monique didn't want any official record of me working there, just in case the shit ever hit the fan. It was a pretty unusual arrangement. Most of the other senior high girls worked at the mall or in fast-food. I was an "erotic fashion consultant" - at least that's what we jokingly called...
It had been a month since Makaela’s mother had found out that she had failed a class and to make it worse found weed in her room. She had been spanked, then spanked every Saturday for the last month. To set her daughter straight she sent Makaela to a Finishing School for girls. A special school for especially bad girls, that lasted for a month unless renewed. Each student was given a special teacher, who, at the slightest infraction, the girl would be punished with a hard spanking. Makaela had...
SpankingLuke and Mary have been together the longest of the four couples, first meeting when six years old when their families moved next door to each other. All through school, they were inseparable, walking to school together, playing in the afternoon, and in and out of each other’s houses all the time.By secondary school and now sixteen, they were exploring more and more of each other. It did not take long after they blew out the candles on their sweet sixteen cakes that Mary was blowing some...
TransKathy McGuire slowly worked her way through the list of roles she wished to apply for. There were not many for a newly graduated drama student. One seemed… interesting:“On-line reality show set in a simulated but fully authentic 50s Finishing School for young ladies to run for one month. Currently recruiting for students and teachers. Payment is by profit share. Send recent photo and application to - ” An email address was given for applications.She was not happy about the notion of payment by...
SpankingRapehouse 2: Finishing Jeanne "Aaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhh!!!!" a loud cry of terror is heard from Jeanne's cell as I smoke a cigarette outside and look at the moon. For the last 72 hours I have been getting paid to let people rape Jeanne, a girl I kidnapped from work. My conscience is kicking in so I think I'm about to let her go. She has been raped by 12 customers and an additional 4 people, Delta (me), and Charlie Bravo and Alpha (my staff). We are wanted by the police and must...
It had been a month since Makaela’s mother had found out that she had failed a class and to make it worse found weed in her room. She had been spanked, then spanked every Saturday for the last month. To set her daughter straight she sent Makaela to a Finishing School for girls. A special school for especially bad girls, that lasted for a month unless renewed. Each student was given a special teacher, who, at the slightest infraction, the girl would be punished with a hard spanking. Makaela...
Finishing School 2 By Yvonne Kristine Emerson Author's note: Please read my other stories to see how our heroine ended up here. Ms Maddy came in early in the morning to awaken Yvonne. "Come dearest, time to get up. You have a big day ahead." Two nurses wheeled in a gurney and Yvonne was strapped to it. Ms Maddy produced a syringe and gave Yvonne a shot. "Just a little sedative dear, so you won't be nervous. Your new breasts are awaiting you and lots more."...
Part I – https://www.indiansexstories2.net/maid-servant/seducing-finishing-banu-part/ “How can you.. you cheap ..” Her voice rang out clearly.. The Shock hit my system.. i had got carried away and touched Banu without her permission.. She had slapped me.. I was slowly understanding the grave error.. “How could you.. How could you” the voice echoed in my head . She quickly covered herself and pushed me away giving me a very cold stare. The fear gripped my system.. I tried to go behind her “Sorry...
Madam Martinique's Finishing School Part 1 Copyright 2008 by Heather Rose Brown =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Discipline. Respect. Honesty." The head mistress's riding crop snapped sharply as it hit each word on the marble plaque behind her desk. Her eyes seemed hard as diamonds as she turned to look at my mother. "Those are the three pillars upon which our school are based." "I ... I mean ... umm. ..." Hearing Mother stutter and seeing her squirm in the hard, wooden chair next to mine...
Madam Martinique's Finishing School - Part 2 Copyright 2008 by Heather Rose Brown =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Beams of afternoon sunlight slanted through the narrow windows built into the steel doors at the far end of the hall. Even though I could barely see the head mistress's shoes because her dark gray dress was so long, I could hear the heels of her shoes clicking on the polished floorboards as we walked towards the doors. Something told me the riding crop she carried should seem...
Madam Martinique's Finishing School - Part 3 Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Watching the way Tod moved as she wove between kids running down the hall (then shifting to a fast walk when they looked up at the head mistress following behind me) and clots of other kids chatting in low murmurs, I felt amazed I could have ever thought she was a boy. She did dress like a boy, and if half of what I had learned about this school was true, she probably started off as a boy,...
Finishing School For Young Ladies By Michele Nylons Chapter Six - Unintended Consequences "So what were you doing in the rose garden?" Emily teased. "None of your business," Valerie smirked. "Well that young man looked very pleased. I'd reckon I'd know that look anywhere. I reckon it was the I've just been fucked look." She grinned. "Well that could be. How was your evening at the Harvest festival Miss Milford?" Valerie smiled back. "Well I may or may not have been...
As the meeting ended sooner than expected, I decided to fly home on Friday night instead of returning on Sunday as previously planned. In order to make the surprise complete, I decided not to call Kathy to let her know of my plans. My plane was delayed in Chicago and by the time I made it to my car in the airport parking lot, it was already 9:30 PM."Shit!" I though to myself, "This day is completely shot. Oh, well, at least Kathy will be happy to have me home a few days early."I pulled up to...
As a career man it goes without saying that I travel a lot. My wife, Tracy, is a tall, fit woman with long blonde hair who stays at home and reaps the benefits of my career. With that said, I supposed it only makes sense with how often I leave town on business, that Tracy might get bored.I've started to notice that Tracy has been distant as of late. She hasn't been very talkative, no longer seamed interested in my trips or what I was doing or even when I was coming home in some cases. Also on a...
The high school where I attend was dismissed early due to a power outage caused by a truck hitting a mainline power pole. When I walk into the house a couple of hours early, I don’t find Mom; she’s not in the kitchen or the living room as usual even though I know that she is home because her car is in the driveway. So, I go to my room and strip out of my school clothes and slip into a just a tee shirt and a pair of elastic banded cotton running shorts without any underwear.Just after I finish...
Back home from office so earlyWednesday I came home early, because I was really very tired.I had not called my sweet Ana to tell her I was coming early; I knew she could be worry thinking I could be ill or something…At our parking entrance there was a green van and I then I recalled having hired two young black men to fix some plumbing matters at home.I slipped into the house and walked toward my office when I heard voices and laughing. It was Anita with those young black guys in the living...