Crossroads RulesChapter 5
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I walked through the headstones towards Dad's car. It was my car now after that accident. I was walking away from the double funeral for Mark and Carol Arrowstone. It was less than a week ago that I had come home to the cops sitting in my driveway to tell me that Mom and Dad had been in a car accident. The drunk driver that hit them was dead too.
Standing next to the car was Mike Larter, Dad's lawyer. He was handling the reading of the will and the distribution of my parent's assets. I knew we didn't have much. Both cars were paid for, even if one was totaled. The house was rented so I wasn't sure what would be done there. I thought Grandpa Joe had left me something way back when he passed, but I wasn't sure what. The reading of the will was to be done later today.
"How are you holding up, son?" Mike's voice was gentle and full of concern. Dad had known Mike for fifteen years now and he was like an Uncle to me.
"Well, all things considered I am doing OK. It is still a shock that they are gone. I mean I was used to them being gone on business for days at a time, but I always knew they would come back. Now ... Now they will never come home again." I choked on those last words, catching myself before I started crying again.
"Come on. Let us just go to my office and we can get the reading over with now instead of later. We will get everything settled so you can start rebuilding your life. Are you still going to college after graduation?" He went around the car to climb into the passenger side.
I slid into the driver's seat, closed the door, buckled up and started the car before answering Mike. "I want to. You know how Mom and Dad were on education. I feel I would be letting them down if I didn't go. I am still not sure what major I will take though." I drove slowly out of the cemetery, not looking back at the now deserted gravesite.
The ride the Mike's office was silent but not strained. My mind wandered, jumping from the last time I saw my parents to the last session at the dojo. I thought about going tomorrow and do a meditation routine, I was pretty sure that would be what Sensei would order anyway.
I was something of a loner, but not by choice. With Dad's military career we moved a lot, not really settling down in one place long enough for me to make many friends. Girlfriends were completely out of the question. I would finally work up the courage to ask a girl out and it was time to pack up again. We had been here for two years now; one of the longest stints yet. Most of my hobbies revolved around a lack of friends. I studied Tae Kwon Do, read at lot of sci-fi and fantasy stories and surfed the net for porn to jack off to. I have been reading online erotic stories almost since I first learned that pulling on my dick felt good. Thanks to a very sexual girl I wasn't a virgin. One night of almost non-stop fun then I found out we were moving the next day. She had been my first and only. We pulled into the parking lot of Mike's office.
We still didn't talk as we went from the car to conference room where the reading would be done. There were two men waiting for us. Mike nodded at them and then took a seat at the table; no introductions were made. He picked up a folder waiting for me to sit down.
"Well, Jacob. I am not going to sugar coat it. At this point the only thing really going for you is that your 18th birthday was last month. That way you do not have to be a ward of the state and can take full control of all assets owned." He then proceeded to list all the assets in question. Between a life insurance policy and a college trust fund I had ninety-five thousand in the bank, the car outside, and all the things in the house. The house was paid until the end of the month, but the owner's would not rent to me. It was a military setup so I didn't really expect them too. Throughout the entire process the two mystery men had sat quietly watching. When Mike finished, the older of the two leaned forward.
"Mr. Arrowstone, my name is Jason Kirk. I was your grandfather's attorney. I am here to read the portion of his will that pertains to you."
"Grandpa Joe died several months ago, why are you doing this now?"
"The stipulations of Mr. Rooks' will were that you must be twenty-one but with the death of your parents you are now on your own." He opened the folder in front of him. "Your grandfather's grandfather built a cattle ranch in West Texas. He worked it up to a profitable spread. Then his son took over and expanded even more. By the time Joseph was born the family owned over a hundred thousand acres with tens of thousands head of cattle annually. When your grandfather's brother passed away he sold the ranch and moved to a house in Northeast Texas. He left that house, all of its contents and all of his wealth to you with only two stipulations."
"What are the stipulations?" I asked. I had not known that Grandpa Joe was rich, but I did know about the house in Texas. We had visited once or twice when I was much younger.
"Joseph's will states that if you do not choose to live in the house, you only get a percentage of the inheritance, with the bulk of it going to maintain the house to pass on to your offspring. The second one is that if you do take the house you must sign an agreement to never have the house demolished or completely rebuilt. You may add on to it but you may not change the core building."
"I knew Grandpa Joe loved that house, but not that much. Do you know why he doesn't want it changed or destroyed?"
"Well it was your grandmother's family home then when she passed away giving birth to your mother he kept it almost as a shrine to her."
Yeah, that sounded like Grandpa Joe. Mom always called him the last true southern gentleman and tried to instill the same manners and attitudes in me. She succeeded for the most part. I was always kind and courteous to the ladies, just never confident. I thought about moving to Texas. I had been born there, closer to Houston than Grandpa Joe's house, but never spent much time living there. With no house here, a paid for house there, it didn't really seem like that difficult of a choice. I didn't have any friends here, no further ties to this place. Plus Texas would be a permanent house, a place to start new. I couldn't pass that up, but I had a habit of always studying anything from multiple angles to find the entire story. I turned to the other guy who had remained silent this entire time.
"So, who are you and what is your business here?"
"I am just an impartial witness to both readings, nothing more. This is my office, I am loaning it to both gentleman since their practice is out of state." I knew Mike worked out of San Diego so that made sense.
I sat there and thought about it for some time. There was no reason not to take the house. Even if it was in some poedunk town it was still a house; a permanent residence. Decision made, I started the process to take control of the house and Grandpa Joe's wealth. I also made arrangements to have the money moved to an account I would set up at the new town. After the meeting I just went home.
Once there I started making calls to get my stuff moved to my new house. I looked over the paperwork Mr. Kirk gave me. It was a modest two story house with three bedrooms and two baths sitting on about five acres of land. The map provided showed that it was about three miles outside of the nearest town and that town was twenty miles northeast of Nacogdoches. After researching the area I found that Stephen F. Austin State University and a small town college called Panola were both within an hour's drive from my new house. Both offered a wide variety of courses, but Panola offered a study course for Tae Kwon Do. It would take some more study. Both looked like good colleges but I still didn't know what I wanted to major in. SFA offered an undecided major that was just all the basic classes most degrees needed for the first year, but I could not find a good dojo in the area. I held a red belt but was close to testing for black. Each sensei was different, so every time I moved it messed up my advancement. By this time it was getting late, I made a simple supper and turned in.
Monday morning came early, I still had two weeks of my senior year to do and my bereavement days were up; so back to school. I won't detail those last days because none of it mattered. After graduation I finished up the arrangements to get all my stuff to Texas. I still hadn't decided on SFA or Panola or just doing online classes. I had been in contact with Jake the caretaker hired to maintain the place. Grandpa Joe had a computer setup with high speed internet.
It took me two days to drive down there. With the GPS navigator I was able to get to Garrison. The caretaker's directions lead me right to the front door. Mr. Kirk was sitting on the front porch with another guy, obviously waiting for me. Mr. Kirk introduced the new guy as Jake the caretaker. Jake pulled out a ring of keys and led us inside the house. It was a typical setup; living room on the right, dining room on the left, kitchen behind the dining room, a den/office/library behind the living room with the downstairs bathroom in between. Upstairs was the bedrooms. The master bedroom took up one end of the house and the other end was split between the other two rooms. The master bedroom also had the master bath. It looked like it had been recently renovated, with a large multi-head shower and a whirlpool type tub big enough to hold six people. The master bath kind of surprised me because of Grandpa Joe's stipulation to not change the house.
After the tour of the house we went into the office and Jake handed over the keys, shook my hand, then left. Mr. Kirk handed me a packet containing the deed to the house and a letter from my grandfather. He also departed after a handshake, leaving me alone in my new house. I quickly unloaded the clothes and other stuff I packed in the car, the rest should be here within a day or two. Once everything was stored away in the master bedroom, I went back to the office to take a look at Grandpa Joe's letter.
Dear Jacob,
If you are reading this letter then you have decided to keep my house in Texas. Thank you. That house means a lot to me. It was in your Grandmother's family for several generations. She was born and raised there. One of her last requests was that I keep the house. She had no other family by that time so it was left to me. She told me how her mother would tell her stories of Heroes and Damsels. How her great-great-great grandfather was such a hero. She told me that as long as the house stayed in the family there would always be heroes to help damsels. I ask you to help me fulfill her last request and keep the core of the house the same way her ancestor built it.
Yours truly
Grandpa Joe
I closed the letter and sat at the desk thinking. If my grandmother did not want the house changed, why did Grandpa Joe renovate the bathroom? Across from the desk was a full size painting. It showed a man holding an old flintlock rifle wearing pre-Civil War clothing. He was posed leaning on the rifle, one hand on top of the other. He was wearing a ring with a blue stone in it. Behind him was a single story house. The front looked familiar. It looked like the same porch as the front of my new house. That's when I realized that the second floor of this house was an add-on. So that was why Grandpa felt he could change it. Portrait paintings were not really my style. Looking around I decided I would start in here to redecorate. I went straight to the painting meaning to take it down. It wouldn't budge off the wall. After several more attempts I decided to leave it there and deal with it later.
I spent the next several days getting settled in. From the get go I started hauling out the furniture I didn't like, rearranging the stuff I did like and ordering new stuff online. Grandpa Joe had a sweet setup when it came to the internet and cable. He never was like most men his age; he liked the new technology and dived right into it from the first. As such, the living room had a large entertainment system with surround sound, big flat screen TV and even a blu-ray player. Each bedroom had a flat screen mounted to the wall with DVD players as well. The one in the master bedroom was almost as big as the one in the living room. His computer was the latest at the time of his passing.
Time passed fairly quickly. After two weeks in the house it was completely redecorated. I turned one of the extra bedrooms into a workout studio. The other was my meditation room. I had explored the land finding trails I could walk or run as part of my workout. It finally came time to tackle that painting in the office; it was the last thing on my list. I studied it again. The frame was at least half a foot taller than me, making it six and half feet, and was three feet wide. It also stuck out of the wall for at least five or six inches. As I had seen before, the frame looked built into the wall. It looked like I would have to cut it out of the wall to move it. In the process of examining it, I felt a piece of the frame move. Looking closer I saw that a section had swung open. Inside a shelf three inches tall and about two inches deep was a folded up piece of paper and a ring. Pulling them out, I looked over the ring. Holding it up to the painting reveled it was the same ring. Unfolding the paper showed a short note.
Swing the canvas open. Put on the ring. Step through the doorway.
Just those three short sentences. Looking back at the hole in the frame I saw how I could slip a finger in and tug on the canvas itself. I quickly reached in to do so. When it swung open all I saw was the wall behind it, nothing more. I looked at the note again; put on the ring. I had read about magic portals and matter transmitters in my fantasy and sci-fi books, but I had never believed in them. I was firmly grounded in the reality of the here and now. Even to this day I can't tell you what made me decide to put on the ring and try to step through, but I never regretted doing so.
A bright flash of white light blinded me as a sense of distortion swept through me. As my body returned to normal I thought I was still being blinded by the white light, then I realized I was in a small room painted all white; floor, ceiling, and the walls. A quick turn did not reveal a door. I took stock. I still had the ring on my finger, but my watch was gone, as was my wallet and everything else in my pockets. A hiss off to my side startled me. I turned, there was a door sliding up. I walk to it quickly, not knowing if or when it would close. In the next room there was a coffee table, two chairs, and an elegant older woman in a classy business suit. Her pale pink clothes were the only spot of color in the white-on-white motif.
Her features looked liked a mixture of several races, all accumulating into a stunning whole. She looked to be in her sixties. Strands of gray and white ran through her blond hair. Bright green eyes still held a quick wit and firm resolve as they weighted me, taking in my every feature and stray thought. Her body looked to be in firm shape. All in all, even though she was old enough to be my grandmother, I found her to be striking and mildly alluring. A frown graced her lovely face as she gestured me to sit in the remaining chair.
"I am Elaine Caretaker Supervisor and Hero Greeter. To whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?" Her voice was low, rich, and very cultured. She had the kind of voice you would imagine the Queen of England having.
"My name is Jacob Arrowstone. May I ask where I am and what is going on?"
"Well Mr. Arrowstone, welcome to Crossroads, though I am not sure why your portal let you through. Would you care from something to eat or drink?" When I shook my head she continued. "You seem a little young to be a Hero on Chaos. How old are you?"
"I am eighteen." I was a little miffed at her condescending tone about my age, but Mom taught me to be polite and Dad taught me to be study everything before making a decision. I was curious about what was going on, I decided to play along, answer her questions and see where it led me. What followed was three hours of the most intense interrogation I have ever been under; all in the manner of polite conversation. She drew everything out of me, from my hobbies to my school studies, from my parents' death to my first sexual encounter. In the process I learned that I was supposedly on another planet that had portals connecting to Earth, her planet of Cassandra and a third planet called Chaos. Men from Earth came to Crossroads to enter Chaos and rescue Damsels in Distress. After returning to Crossroads with said Damsel in tow, I would be rewarded and then sent home, to return not less than three days for another mission. Her talk of reward was filled with innuendo so I assumed it was sexual in nature. I decided I had enough to start asking questions of my own.
"We have been talking for a while now, do you mind if I get that drink you offered?"
"Sure, what would you like?"
"Cold Sprite, but no ice if you can?" I had never been much of a coffee drinker and I like my own ice tea so I figured they can't mess up a soda from a can.
"One Sprite, no ice and a cup of Earl Grey, two sugars no cream." Elaine spoke to thin air, but within moments of her asking it appeared on the table between us. I was shocked. The green can of soda sparkled with condensation. I grabbed it; it felt like it just came out of an ice box. Popping the tab, I took a sip. It tasted like every other Sprite I had, so I gulped it down. I looked at Elaine as she sipped her tea. I decide it was time to get some answers to my own questions.
"So, at the beginning you stated that I was too young to be a Hero. Why would you say that?"
She took another sip while looking at me over the rim of her cup. Setting the cup back in the saucer, she placed the both on the table. "Well, to be honest I don't think you really have what it takes to be a Hero. The world of Chaos can be a very dangerous place. Life expectancy is short and death is often brutally administered at the hands of someone stronger than you. The people there are as likely to kill you as just beat you up to rob you."
Call it reverse psychology or teenage stubbornness but the more she said I couldn't the more I wanted to prove I could. I sat and listened as she told tales of Chaos life. Of the trials that Heroes have to go through to get the Damsels. Through it all I was more and more determined to go into Chaos to prove myself. Sitting there and listening to her I realized that since Mom and Dad's death, I was without purpose. I didn't know which direction to take my life. This sounded like something I could do, something I could spend my life doing, here was a purpose worth risking everything for. As she wound down her reasons why I couldn't be a Hero, I interjected one thing.
"All of your reasoning is sound, but you forget one crucial detail." I sat back and waited to see if Elaine could spot that detail. She spent several minutes thinking. Finally she looked at me and asked.
"And what might that detail be?"
"The portal let me through." I waited as thoughts flashed over her face. I could see that she wasn't entirely convinced but she knew she would have to let me have my chance. I saw her give a heavy sigh.
"Very well, I need the folders of the three pre-selected Caretakers, the Hero Manual, and the Hero's Companion Manual." Two fairly decent size booklets appeared on the table along with three file folders. Picking up the two booklets she continued, "Here, these are the rules to live by. Read them in great detail. These," she held out the three folders, "are your potential Caretakers, study them thoroughly, your life depends on your choice. If for any reason you cannot decide on one of these three when you come back I will give you three more to choose from until you pick one."
She stood up, beckoning me to join her. With the folders in one hand and the booklets in the other, I followed her to the door I came through. It opened at her approach. She stood to one side.
"You cannot come back for at least three days, but I hope you take your time to fully study the rules and carefully pick out a caretaker. You are right, I cannot stop you from taking a chance at being a Hero, but I beg you to take every precaution you can." She placed a hand on my shoulder, smiled at me, kissed me on the forehead and then shoved me through the door. Her move caught me off guard and I stumbled as I stepped through. When I caught my balance I turned to ask her why when I realized I was back in my house. Remembering her saying something about only fifteen minutes passing no matter how long I spent on Crossroads or Chaos, I went to see if it was dark. I don't remember when I stepped through but I knew we spent several hours talking. The time that passed would have put me well into the night here but it was still daylight outside.
Looking down at the folders and booklets in my hand I thought about all of my life up to this point. Even before my parents' death, my life was going nowhere. I did not have any plans for the future; I was drifting from moment to moment. Now I had something I could really shoot for. With new found energy I began reading the Hero's Manual. The rules it portrayed were simple and straight forward. On entering Chaos I was to act in a Heroic manner. It went on to detail what was considered a Heroic manner. It also stated the rules of fighting, summed up simply as 'to the winner goes the spoils'. The winner of a fight was entitled to any and all possessions of the loser; money, weapons, clothing, horses, etc. So I could get money and anything else I needed by winning fights, but I could not just start a fight to get that money. I could live with that. The rules for Hero's Companion were a little unusual. They had to come from Earth like me. On Crossroads they were subject to the orders of my Caretaker, but on Chaos they were responsible for my needs. It never fully defined what it meant by needs. I decided that a Companion was something to pursue at a later date.
I turned my attention to the three folders of potential Caretakers. The Hero's Manual had hinted at the importance of choosing the right Caretaker. Opening the first folder I began to read. Tanya was a master chef at a major restaurant. She stood 5'5", weighed 105 pounds and was 34 years old. The file went on to list her hobbies and other pertinent information. One thing stood out, she helped out with a group designed to prepare Damsels for life on Chaos. At the back was a high gloss full frontal photo of her nude. Her blonde hair fell just past her tanned shoulders, her breast perched high on her chest with perky nipples. A slim waist flowed into flared hips followed by strong thighs and well turned calves. Her pubic hair was well trimmed and showed her to be a true blonde. I was surprised at the photo being included in what was apparently a resume for the job.
I opened to next file and flipped to the back. There was another nude photo, this time of a brunet with a dusky skin tone. Her breasts were bigger than the blonde's and showed some sag. Her pubes were shaved to a thin strip. Over all less muscular than the first applicant but still very pretty. Flipping back to the beginning I read over Ashley's qualifications. She stood 5'6", weighed 118 pounds and was 27 years old. Of her jobs and hobbies only one stood out; she interviewed Damsels, collecting their stories into books for others to read.
Turning to the last file, I decided to read it from the beginning like the first one. Kara was 22 years old. She already had a degree in Chaos History, with a minor in Military Theory. She was currently working towards another degree, this time in Chaos Culture. Her hobbies included a Karate-like martial arts with training in sword and staff. Even without looking at her picture I was sure that she was the best choice of the three, but when I turned to her photo I was stunned.
I had my fantasy girls over the years. From prominent stars to the current Playboy playmate of the year, but this girl put them all to shame. Her bright red hair fell in shimmering waves to the small of her back. She had an elfin face and a voluptuous body. She wasn't fat, but she was definitely soft and curvy in all the right places. Just sitting there looking at her picture had my pants uncomfortably tight. The thought of working closely with her set me to daydreaming. I wondered if it would always be a professional relationship or if I could work it into something more personal as time went on.
Having made my choice in Caretakers I went back and re-read both manuals. To make sure I covered everything, I spent the next week reading and re-reading the manuals. Between studying the manual I redecorated the house, researched the two colleges, and worked out. After finding that ARMA, Association for Renaissance Martial Arts, had a location in town, I signed up for classes at SFA. Not really having a degree in mind, I picked and chose classes that would help someone survive in a medieval society, equestrian sciences being prominent. At seven days to the minute, almost, I had the ring back on my finger and was stepping through the portal.
Again there was the flash of light and I found myself in the white room. The door opened quicker this time. Elaine was once again sitting in her chair waiting for me. I walked over and sat down in the open chair, putting the booklets and paperwork on the table as I did so.
"So you took my advice and really studied before coming back. I am glad. So did you pick a Caretaker?"
I didn't want to seem eager so I stalled. "You said last time that if I did not like any of these choices I could choose from three more."
"Did you not like any of the ladies?"
"Well it wasn't that. Could I keep one of them and send the other two back for different ladies? I want to make sure that I am picking the absolute best choice for me."
She sat there quietly for a moment. Then she got up with a murmured "pardon me" and left through another door. I sat there alone for at least fifteen minutes before she returned. She sat back down, requested her cup of tea and a Sprite for me. She took a sip before she spoke.
"That was a good suggestion for a good reason, but it will not be allowed. You must choose from these three or get three more, but you will not leave Crossroads this time without picking a Caretaker and taking your first mission."
Well it was a nice try I guess, but I would have probably taken Kara anyway. With that in mind I picked her file up and handed it to Elaine. She took a few moments to look it over. I noticed the other ones disappear from the table though the manuals remained.
"It looks like you have made an excellent choice here. Wait here one moment and I will send her in to take over from here. It was very nice to meet you; I wish you the best of luck. I shall be watching over your adventures." She stood up, shook my hand and walked out of the room again. Almost as soon as the door closed it opened again and there she was. She was even more beautiful than her photo. The green dress she wore covered everything from her shoulders to her ankles but left nothing to the imagination. It clung to every single one of her curves as she walked slowly too me. Her file said she was 5' 11", so when she stopped in front of me we were nearly eye to eye. Her green eyes held a spark of mischief that a picture can't show.
"Welcome to Crossroads Hero Jacob, thank you for selecting me as your Caretaker. I will work to make sure you never regret your choice." Her voice had the same lilt and cultural cadence that Elaine's had, but it was lower, richer. The hard on that her entrance made became like steel with her first words. "Please, let me show you around the apartment." She stepped back, turning to a blank white wall. A door opened as she approached. Stopping at the door she looked up. "Command, give Hero Jacob, Hero level access." A digital voice responded.
"Please give voice print for recognition."
Kara turned and told me what to say. After giving my name and planet of origin the computer responded as confirmed. Kara then continued the tour. She showed me the healer tank, the portal to Chaos, a living room style area with a table, a huge bathroom and then the bedroom. Following her through the apartment had done nothing for my erection. Watching her ass bunch and flex under her dress had me on a hair trigger already. I was hoping she would give me some time alone so I could fix my problem. Walking through the bedroom door, I noticed it was the same white on white. As soon as the door swished shut behind me, Kara turned to me.
"Now for the part I have been dreaming of for my whole life. Please, Hero Jacob let me help you relax before we do anything else." I was speechless as she reached behind her neck and undid something. Whatever it was caused her entire dress to drop to the floor.
I was stunned. Here was the goddess Aphrodite standing nude before me. This vision of loveliness walked toward me and I could not make myself move at all. She started unbuckling my belt. Once that was loose she started working on my pants. I stood there, still as a statue as the woman of my dreams undressed me. When she grabbed my cock, I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her to me as I kissed her. I didn't kiss her; I ravished her mouth with mine.
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MY HERO by Rachel Ann Cooper © 1998 Story may be archived for personal use only. May not be re-posted to any site, pay of free without permission. Since this story ?turns' on a promise concerning Halloween, it seemed an appropriate time to submit it. Roger and I have been pals since the 6th grade when he transferred in from Castle Shannon. By his standard, ours was a big town and for some reason, we seemed to hit it off right away. We spent a lot of time together...
Daniel started. “All my life I have been a nerd. While in college, I was a charter member of the Society for Creative Anachronism. I fenced in high school, and when the SCA was founded, I expanded into all sorts of medieval weaponry. I became super nerd.” “When I was a little older than you are now, I was recruited,” he paused for effect, “by a smooth talking guy who said that my knowledge could be put to rewarding uses. I could never have known how rewarding! And now, I’m going to recruit...
My Personal Hero By RogerGirl "Mom, can you help me with something?" my older son asks calling to me from his room. "What is it, honey?" I ask as I come in his room. "I don't want you to freak out or anything, but can you dress me up like you?" he asks nervously. "You want me to dress you up like a woman?" I ask a little surprised. Jake has never shown any interest in cross-dressing before and he had a girlfriend, so I admit I am a little confused. Maybe he's been...
You are the Hero in this story. A renowned crime fighter in New York City. You have dealt with some of the worst villains in your time. Yet you always come out on top. You're experienced and served as a super crime fighter for about five years. You're a thin guy, but you've got innate superstrength. Your real name is Kyle Katarn. Mega rich, you inherited vast sums of wealth. The CEO of a successful international corporation, you control the company, delegating work so you can be the Hero. You...
BDSMThe Hero By Margaret Jeanette Cindy Bronson was exhilarated. It was her wedding day. They were at the reception afterward and he had just left her to go to the bathroom. She was thirty-one and had thought for awhile that she would never get married. Then she met Robert and it was a whirlwind courtship and now they were married. Her sister Lorna came to talk to her. She knew Lorna didn't care for him because he didn't pay a lot of attention to her. She was used to being the center...
I had a small house in a quiet neighborhood. Much different than the crowded city where I grew up. My neighbors mostly kept to themselves. An older couple on one side and a single mother with two teens on the other side. The kids were no problem, mostly everyone just waved in passing. As I said, a quiet neighborhood, no problems, until Saturday night. I'd gone out on the back deck about 8 pm. No particlar reason, mostly to enjoy the cooler evening air after a warm day. I had a t shirt and...
I was lifting weights before school when my phone rang. I got off the leg press, to let Wolf have his turn. I answered the phone. "This is David." "Morning, stud," Missy said. "What's up?" "I have some bad news. I can't come up this weekend." "I was looking forward to seeing you. How come you can't make it?" "It's a family thing. Something came up, and I have to go home. Can I call you next week, and set something up?" "You bet." "Great, I'll talk to you next...
I was sorta expecting it, but it was still a surprise the first time an Earth Hero came through our bank. We had quite a few men who wanted to be crew on our warships and earn some easy money but could not swim, and I had to have something for them to do. I set four of them up as pairs of bank guards so that if anything happened one could continue to watch while the other went for help. One pair had the mornings and the other pair had the afternoons. I still remembered the bank at Long Cut...
Izuku Midoriya loved being a hero. He loved saving people with a smile and giving strength to the weak. He loved the feeling of doing something great and the happiness that followed from the people around him. Something he did not love however was paperwork. Sadly however, with great responsibility comes a great amount of paper-work. Especially if you're the number one hero with your own hero agency. Izuku groaned loudly and put the pen down as he finished his fourth damage report of the day....
Kalliste Periakes was humming to herself as she pushed through the door of the bar. "The Cubs need pitching," she announced to everyone in the bar... She was a young-looking woman with a thick mass of black hair, wide eyes and a generous mouth. Today she was wearing a Chicago Cubs jersey and jeans, not the usual attire for a graduate student at Northwestern University. "Amen, sister," one man said. "The starting pitching looked pretty good, but the relievers..." He shook his head sadly...
A crazy little story where a young man finds out if his hidden desires are what he really wants. This all started with my desire to see what it felt like to have big breasts. That’s a little odd for a guy. I was a normal heterosexual guy who dated some in high school and now that I was in my mid 20’s I found myself at a crossroad. A couple of years ago I had decided to start taking some female hormones. This would help me fulfill my desire to grow boobs. All my life people would tell me that...
A crazy little story where a young man finds out if his hidden desires are what he really wants. This all started with my desire to see what it felt like to have big breasts. That's a little odd for a guy. I was a normal heterosexual guy who dated some in high school and now that I was in my mid 20's I found myself at a crossroad. A couple of years ago I had decided to start taking some female hormones. This would help me fulfill my desire to grow boobs. All my life people would tell me...
CrossdressingI couldn’t sleep. I had been trying for what seemed like hours. So, I went for a walk to the park, hoping that would allow me to checkmate the sandman. That’s when I came upon the situation. A guy and a girl in what seemingly looked like an argument. Finding myself not ready to return home yet, I decided to eavesdrop on the squabble. From what I gathered he was her boyfriend and wanted a piece of her ‘teasing’ ass, as he so quaintly put it. I thought to myself, ‘I don’t blame him.’ The girl...
All characters in this story are over twenty one except the baby. Morton Franks was out for his Sunday walk. He liked the peace and quiet of the neighborhood on Sunday. His route took him around the park and then down Oak Street. He was a mile from his house when he saw the smoke. The smoke was coming from a small house set back off the road. As he approached a woman came screaming out of the front door followed by a blast of smoke and flame. ‘My baby! My baby!’ she screamed, ‘I can’t find my...
Blond and balding, divorced and ready to give up on women, Eddie Cox closed his toolbox and walked out of the computer room of the small branch of Albion United Bank, swallowing the last of a tomato sandwich. He stopped abruptly, a shotgun pointed at his belly. ‘Who are you?’ asked the gunman, blue eyes looking coldly through eye slits in his hood. ‘The computer guy,’ Eddie croaked. ‘I don’t know the combination to the bank’s safe.’ ‘Of course you don’t,’ snarled the gunman. ‘It’s on a time...
Madhav had been away at college for nine months, as it was his final year of engineering education at IIT Delhi. During this time, his mother used to call him almost daily on his Reliance mobile phone. Madhav has become very close to his mother Sarita after the death of his father. Her phone calls were full of love and longing to meet him and glowing expectations about his final results.Now as he was returning home with good marks and a placement with a leading technology firm in their R&D...
With all of the superhero stories going around, I thought that I'd try my hand at one, with a bit of a different twist. Enjoy......... Raven The Heart of a Hero The wound . . . was . . . quite fatal. Lois Lane lay in a pool of her own arterial blood. "I'll . . . go for help," whispered Jimmy Olson, trying to ease her pain. He knew that in his heart of hearts it wouldn't do any good. Still, he had to do something. "It'll be okay." Jimmy started to rise to go. Lois'...
This is my third Carnival of Mirrors tale. The others, also available on fictionmania, are: Carnival of Mirrors: Four Fates. Carnival of Mirrors: Generations. Like those, this one is a standalone tale. You don't have to have read them to follow this tale, but if you enjoy this one you'll probably enjoy them, too. If you like stories with a World War II setting you might also like my story: Mantra: Day of the Storm God Most of that one is set in Berlin during the final...
Kathrine gasped as she sat up in the bed. It's too soon, he couldn't have rescued her and returned already she thought to herself. She spoke to the room, "Lights please." She quickly rose, dressed, and moved toward the door. I'll meet him at the portal, since this was his second rescue he still may not be sure of what to do. I'll have both of them checked in the healing chamber and then take Ava Foreman to the bedroom. Then I'll have Jimmy wait in the den. It just seems to be too soon....
The next morning Arron woke early, bathed and dressed in his light leather armor. He walked down to the common room for breakfast and was saluted by the desk sergeant. "Good morning, sir." "Good morning, Jerros." There was a noise outside so Arron walked to the main entrance and opened the doors. He was greeted by a loud cheer. A crowd was quickly gathering; people pushed forward, patted him on the back and shook his hands. He was about to step back through the door when Jerina rushed...
This story will center itself around the main character: the hero. Well…at least that is what he will be at the start. You have to understand dear reader that most villains in real life aren’t inherently evil. They themselves do believe that what they are doing is the right thing. To clarify, this story does start out as a heroic tale. It is in fact a little generic. For example, it is set in the glorious country of the United States. The hero does at the start believe in the workings of a...
Mind ControlI was orphaned at an early age and lived on the street. I got my education through the public comp systems. At sixteen I got a job just off the port warehouse district as a night watcher. It was not much but I made enough to rent a one room apartment once called a studio. The area was very old and close to the port so the buildings were between six to ten stories tall. Since the area was old it was also neglected by a lot of the city maintenance workers. Few constables patrolled the area and...
Back inside, I took another pill and drank about half a beer while getting undressed and climbing into bed. Marilyn had already fallen asleep by the time I got into the sheets. I tried to close the drapes and shut out the daylight, but the entire place had been designed to be light and airy. Even the curtains seemed bright. It didn’t matter. I was out like a light in about thirty seconds and didn’t wake until dinner time. I woke to find myself alone in the bed, but I heard the shower...
It wasn’t that Jack had ever wanted to be a soldier. It was not something he chose from a range of professions. It was simply that Jack was born into an area where poverty and hardship were the norm, where the only choice for the boys who left school was either to slave in the local coal mines, or to join one of the armed services. So when Jack left school at the tender age of fourteen, as children were allowed to do in those far off days, he worked in the dirt and blackness for two long years,...
This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local college. At 6’4’’ 225 pounds, he still looks like he could hold his own against professional football players. He could have gone pro if he really had the desire to, but all his life he wanted to be a cop, just like my father-in-law. And the same aggression he used to use to bring...
Introduction: A wife does something she never imagined she would, and it only gets worse from there. I was just taking the brownies out of the oven that I had made for my son, Kyle, when I heard a knock at the door. This caught me by surprise, since we get so few visitors to the house. This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local...
Gary My HeroA work of fictionIt was getting late, it had started to rain. Rose Tyler normally walked the long way round to her home, but tonight of all nights, she chose to take the shortcut across the common. A sixty one year old widow, she rarely stayed out late, but tonight she had been visiting a sick friend and had lost track of the time. So it was well after ten thirty when she started the short walk through the dark area known locally as the Common.The two men, stood behind one of the...
He was exhausted, sweaty, gritty, and dirty. It had been a long tough fight and even though he had done his very best, he felt guilty and helpless.The call came in as a simple house fire. The kind he had been to a thousand times before. And like every other time, he had jumped out of bed, scrambled to get dressed, and get on the truck as fast as possible. But he wasn't as young as he used to be and he could feel the toll the years had taken on him. He was still in decent shape, he thought. He...
UniformSRU -- The Football Hero By Ellie Dauber (c) 2001 "Mall Security, Sam Crawford speaking." "Sam, this is Al Dehner at Rite Aide. I've got a crazy man screaming in my story." Al's voice was quivering, a sure sign the man was nervous. In the background, Sam could ear what sounded like someone shouting, though he couldn't make out any words. "On my way," Sam said. The Rite Aide was only about six stores away from the corner where the Security Office was located. Sam...
"A working class hero is something to be... ... If you want to be a hero, well just follow me." John Lennon Johnny McMullen stared at the piece of paper in his hands, and felt a cold sweat break out all over his body, despite the unseasonably warm late-winter day. It had come out of a sealed envelope with his name on it that had been placed under the windshield wiper of his pickup truck, which had been parked in the lot at the foundry where he worked as a master machinist. As he read...
Kevin had never had much luck with girls. To begin with, he was terribly shy. He seemed to freeze up when talking to attractive girls. He was okay in his dealings with his mom and his female teachers, but that was different. There was no physical attraction. His paralyzing shyness only seemed to affect him when he tried to speak with members of the opposite sex to which he was attracted. Being a young man of 18, he was attracted to a lot of girls. Since he didn't know what steps to take to be...
Bikini Beach - Heroes ElrodW A veteran, who's considered a hero, is tired and feels broken, because his injuries left him crippled and less than a man. When Anya offers him a pass to Bikini Beach, the hero has to decide if he's better as a broken hero, or a whole woman. ********** This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial- ...
A tale of pure fiction and fantasy. I was actually considering going all the way. Going all the way in becoming female. I had been living as a female in all phases of my life for some time. I continued on the hormones and all my desires said I should do this. I had called the plastic surgeon who had done my breasts and explained what I wanted. She suggested going to see a doctor in Vancouver who was an expert in SRS. I called his office and made an appointment. Luckily he could see me on a...
A pure fantasy about a young man changing his life by becoming a woman. I pulled up to the valet parking of the hotel. As I got out I saw the young attendant look down my dress and then look at my legs as I swung them out to stand up. I smiled to myself. I was really going to do this. I was going into the bar in this hotel and pick up a nice guy. If I liked him enough I was going to have sex with him as a woman. My new equipment was ready and I had to try it out.
The second chapter in this crazy little tale. I really loved my little adventure out as a woman. I liked the power I had over men. I was seriously thinking that I would like to live as a woman full time. That would be quite a commitment and one that would change my life forever. As I said before I worked for a really liberal company and one day I got up some courage and went to my boss. I explained to her my desire to live in public as a woman. She smiled and was very understanding and said...
I am on an airplane flying to Vancouver. I have an appointment with a doctor to have sexual reassignment surgery. I am so excited I can’t stand it. I know this is what I want. My recent encounter with a woman convinced me. I have no doubt about it now and won’t look back. We land and as we deplane I notice, as always, the admiring looks I am getting from men, including the pilots. I am wearing some chic pants that show off my ass and a camisole top under my jacket. It is low cut and shows...
Something clicked into place in my mind as I looked at the reflection of myself and the approaching Rachel and Alice. I felt their warmth as their arms embraced me. We looked at each other in the mirror and knew this was just the beginning, there was no going back for me now, Pandora's box had been opened. I was steered towards the bed and as I walked I could feel the tightness in my calf muscles caused by wearing the high heels. I was certainly steadier on them than I thought I would be. I...
A pure fantasy about a young man changing his life by becoming a woman. I pulled up to the valet parking of the hotel. As I got out I saw the young attendant look down my dress and then look at my legs as I swung them out to stand up. I smiled to myself. I was really going to do this. I was going into the bar in this hotel and pick up a nice guy. If I liked him enough I was going to have sex with him as a woman. My new equipment was ready and I had to try it out. I felt very sexy in my...
TransI am on an airplane flying to Vancouver. I have an appointment with a doctor to have sexual reassignment surgery. I am so excited I can't stand it. I know this is what I want. My recent encounter with a woman convinced me. I have no doubt about it now and won't look back. We land and as we deplane I notice, as always, the admiring looks I am getting from men, including the pilots. I am wearing some chic pants that show off my ass and a camisole top under my jacket. It is low cut and shows...
CrossdressingA tale of pure fiction and fantasy. I was actually considering going all the way. Going all the way in becoming female. I had been living as a female in all phases of my life for some time. I continued on the hormones and all my desires said I should do this. I had called the plastic surgeon who had done my breasts and explained what I wanted. She suggested going to see a doctor in Vancouver who was an expert in SRS. I called his office and made an appointment. Luckily he could see me on...
CrossdressingThe second chapter in this crazy little tale. I really loved my little adventure out as a woman. I liked the power I had over men. I was seriously thinking that I would like to live as a woman full time. That would be quite a commitment and one that would change my life forever. As I said before I worked for a really liberal company and one day I got up some courage and went to my boss. I explained to her my desire to live in public as a woman. She smiled and was very understanding and said...
CrossdressingChapter 1 "She'd never been what anyone would consider an 'ideal' daughter, for any parent. Holly could easily be described as being a bit of a brat. She was 17 years old, with beautiful green eyes, and dark brown hair. She had a body that most men would die to get their hands on, and she knew it. Often in high school, Holly would use her charms on any guy she wanted, and never seemed to have a problem getting whoever she targeted. Sadly, Holly hardly ever found a guy worth being...
The main street of the town was a mess. Rain had turned it into a strip of mud that sucked at his feet and threatened to pull his boots off with each step. Although he had expected to see wood planks laid out to make crossing the street less messy, there were none. It wasn’t even clean mud, but had manure from a variety of animals mixed in with it. The air was ripe with the odor of shit, spoiled food, and human activities. In the middle of the town, a two wheeled cart pulled by an ox had...
Azure Rocks, Greenwall, Amethyst Shore, Redwater, and Honey Hollow, magical locations where many epic tales took place and will still happen in a not-so-distant future. Charming characters and memorable relationships, romance and intrigue, those cities and towns have it all to offer and much more. What many individual visitors of these towns might not know is that they exist in the same universe, the very same space and time. Sometimes, elements hailing from one of those locations even met...
Teen16th January, 2007 I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...
16th January, 2007 I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...
16th January, 2007I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...