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Day 3

I left the house before dawn, arriving at the forum as the first merchants were setting up. Once there, I quickly learned something. However I came to be here, I could understand and speak the different languages I’d heard so far. I knew I had been speaking Latin, even though I thought in English. Without even knowing what language it was, I understood and conversed with someone who spoke a different language this morning, probably Greek. Unbelievably cool.

By noon, I had the beginning of my pozzolana business. I hired Janus and Marius, two unemployed freemen who knew carpentry work. I bought the woodworking tools they would need and enough digging tools for ten men. I bought plenty of rope, as well as lots of handmade nails from a blacksmith. Everything went into a sturdy two-wheeled cart I bought, along with two mules to pull it. We added enough lumber for the two men to start making sturdy crates to fill with pozzolana. Two more men, Atilius and Gnaeus, approached us as we were leaving and I hired them, too. I wanted empty crates built so that we could fill them with pozzolana tomorrow. The final thing I bought was a large, shallow, clay bowl.

“This is how much pozzolana I want to load each time,” I told the men, using my hands to show a cubic yard.

“That much pozzolana may weigh too much for some carts,” one of the men warned, getting nods of agreement from the others.

“Perhaps a culeus, even though that’s used to measure liquid,” one of them offered, looking at the others for confirmation. When they agreed, he used his hands to demonstrate what looked to be about two-thirds of a cubic yard.

I agreed. Aside from the weight problem, making my crates a size that the locals would recognize would help.

I asked around to get quotes for a reasonable price to charge for one culeus of pozzolana and was surprised at how high it was. The two men I asked had explained that it was a nuisance to take a cart out there with the crew necessary to fill the cart and then drive back because the process took so much time. Aside from breaking up the pozzolana so it could be loaded, before it could be used, it had to be crushed into powder form, usually by beating it with the flat of a shovel.

When we arrived at the villa, I introduced the men to Celsus, explaining that they would be building sturdy wooden crates to fill with pozzolana. Celsus reminded me that we would need to build a crane to lift the crates into the carts. Shit. I hadn’t thought of that. Janus and Marius smiled knowingly and explained that they had already thought of it and had made sure we had the lumber to make two simple cranes.

I began laying out the lumber, explaining each step so they would understand what I wanted. Once they had the idea, I left them to their work and sought Antia and Tacita.

“We found almost everything you wanted,” Antia said excitedly.

“We bought the maple wood from someone selling firewood. He was kind enough to pull twenty branches of maple out of his cartload,” Tacita told me proudly.

“A man selling game agreed to bring sinew and horn by the villa tomorrow morning on his way to the forum. He has partners who hunt to supplement the pig and goat meat they sell,” Antia explained.

After kisses to thank them, I filled the shallow clay bowl with a mixture of rich volcanic soil and compost and then buried yesterday’s tomato-seed-covered leaf in it. Then I found a likely piece of maple and began carving it. When it was carved the way I wanted it, I immersed it in water to soak overnight. I used a piece of charcoal and sketched what I wanted the finished bow to look like on a long, wide piece of lumber that I had purchased just for that purpose.

It was nearly twenty years ago when I made my laminated recurve bow. I was ten at the time and wanted a bow to use on the rabbits that constantly ravaged our family’s garden.

My parents are farmers, and with two older brothers and one younger sister, the family couldn’t afford the compound bow I wanted. Instead, I set out to make my own. First, I researched various bows and had to choose between a longbow and a Mongol bow. The decision was made for me when I discovered that there was a dearth of acceptable yews nearby that I could use for a longbow. Maple was common.

At first, my brothers laughed at me, but they stopped laughing when I finished carving a sturdy branch of green maple. Next, I made the frame and forced the green wood into the shape I wanted it to be when it dried.

Dad wouldn’t let us go deer hunting until we were sixteen, but when my oldest brother was old enough, he went with dad that year. Both brought back a deer and let me have the back and leg sinew, but made me recover it. It was a good thing we slaughtered and butchered our own animals so that I’d had some experience. I spent most of an afternoon performing surgery on the deer carcasses to remove what I needed, and then I cut the carcasses up. After cleaning and washing the sinew, I hung it in the far back corner of the barn where it wouldn’t bother anyone and let it dry.

After the green wood for the bow dried for three months, I took it from the frame and it held its shape. I was fortunate that none of my siblings were nearby to witness my excited, twirling, foot-stomping, fist-pumping victory dance. They would have teased me about it unmercifully. The entire time that the bow was drying, I had been lifting weights daily to strengthen my arms.

I took down the dried sinew and ground it into short, fluffy fibers with a poor substitute for an ancient mortar and pestle. I used a flattish rock and a smooth baseball-sized rock. I’d already shaved a piece of horn to the right size to glue to the belly (the part facing the archer) of the bow.

When the glue on the finished bow finally dried, it took two months of daily practice before I was reasonably accurate with the bow at short range. Once I felt proficient, I used it to battle the rabbits that infested our family garden. Within a year, the rabbit population had been greatly reduced. I actually brought down a deer using the bow at age 14. Yeah, Dad took me deer hunting since I was using a bow and not a rifle and could hunt during bow hunting season. It took me half an hour to track the wounded deer and finish it off.

Anyway, once I outlined the shape I wanted, I used a bow drill to make the holes to hold the pegs that would secure the bow in the correct shape as the wood dried. While I was using the bow drill, I knew that I had to make a brace and bit set soon. I managed to drill most of the holes but would have to finish another time.

We spent more time working on the saddle tree and I was surprised at how quickly it was taking shape, despite the lack of power tools. Well, that’s not entirely true. The tools were power tools, but the power source was human.

While I ate a late dinner, the women were waiting impatiently for me in bed. They even started without me, probably hoping to entice me to join them--which I did, enthusiastically.

Day 4

Shortly after leaving our quarters this morning, I met the man bringing the sinew and horn. After paying him, I thanked him and warned that I would need much more in the future. As I finished hitching the mules to the cart, my four employees arrived. Since they had left everything on the cart when they finished last night, we headed out. I had no idea how to drive a cart hitched to mules, and let Janus drive us. I’d intended to walk and lead the mules. Instead, I sat up front with Janus while the other three men rode on top of the wood and the partially finished crates in the cart. When he realized that I didn’t know how to drive a cart, Janus insisted on teaching me. It was certainly different from driving a car.

I definitely missed the gas and brake pedals--and the steering wheel.

I wasn’t really surprised when I learned that the closest place to quarry pozzolana was barely a mile east of Celsus’s estate. I knew it had to be close.

The men had worked late yesterday and had almost finished making four crates before they quit for the day. The containers were all flattened, ready to attach the sides to the base. The base was like modern wooden pallets except that we had added a second, complete, layer of boards nailed perpendicular to the first layer to give the base more strength and stability. We also wrapped rope around the crate to help hold it together when it was filled with pozzolana. Once the first crate was completed, three of us began filling it while Janus finished putting together the other three crates and Marius built the two cranes.

The normal Roman workday was about six hours, not that they knew what hours were, so we stopped when the sun told me it was about an hour after midday. By then, all four crates were full. I was disappointed that nobody had showed up today for pozzolana. Celsus had made it sound like there were several large building projects underway and I had expected a steady stream of customers. We were working in an area where it was obvious that someone else had recently quarried pozzolana.

I provided lunch for everyone and hitched the mules back up to the cart. Three of the men lived in tents. They had brought their meager belongings with them and planned to stay here. They camped on a grassy rise about a hundred yards from where we were working. Janus was one of the three, and I left him in charge since he knew the price I wanted for each crate of pozzolana. The price included the cost of the crate. If a customer came back for more, we would exchange the crate and they wouldn’t have to pay a second deposit. If they returned an empty crate, we would refund the price of the crate.

I paid the men for two days--yesterday and today--so they would have money to buy what they needed. The forums in Baiae and Puteoli were both about two miles away. When they asked if they could continue working until dark by breaking up the compacted ash layer using picks, I agreed.

Since they wanted to continue working, I had Marius come with me and drive the cart back to the forum so we could buy more lumber, nails, and rope, as well as woodworking tools for the other two men. We’d had to borrow some tools from Celsus yesterday. Marius was surprised when I bought a loaf of bread for the men since they had expected to buy their own food.

On the way back to the quarry, I jumped down and walked the rest of the way to the villa when we passed it and Marius continued to the work site.

After enthusiastic hugs and kisses from the women, I checked on the tomato seeds that I had set out in a sheltered sunny spot this morning--not that I expected to see anything growing for at least a week. I made sure the soil was still damp and took the clay bowl with the planted seeds inside since it was still winter, and the nights were cold, even if daytime temperatures were pleasant.

Then I finished drilling the holes for the pegs on the board that would hold the wet wood for the bow in the shape I wanted as it dried. Once I tapped the last peg into place, I brought the waterlogged wood over and bent it the way I wanted it. Now I had to wait and let it dry.

Next, I made sure the sinew I bought this morning was clean, and then hung it to dry. We worked on the saddle tree until supper. I was glad that the hoof glue dried so quickly.

Antia came outside and found me when the meal was ready. “I am so lucky,” she sighed as she slipped her arms around my waist and hugged me. “Roman marriages are arranged and few Roman women ever come to truly love their husbands. They provide him with children, but they only have sex when the husband wants it. Most of them would prefer that their husband have sex with the female slaves.

“I was worried when you told me that you weren’t Quintus because I liked Quintus. Even after such a short time, I already love you. You treat me with respect, you consider my pleasure when we have sex, you are a strong warrior, and have many good ideas for earning money. I’m very lucky to have you as my husband.”

“And I am very happy to have you as my wife,” I replied. “You are a beautiful woman, you’re pleasant to be around, you keep our home neat and clean, you are a good cook, and the sex is incredible,” I whispered as I teased her still-covered nipples. “You have also been very helpful to me while I learned what I need to know about this time and about living here,” I added.

“You definitely impressed Vibiana,” she giggled quietly. “When we went to the forum together today, she told us what happened to her after your fight. Tacita was excited listening to her descriptions and has been insatiable this afternoon,” she husked.

“My wife seems to be interested, too,” I suggested.

“Your wife is always interested in her husband’s hard cock and he will never have to spank her or tie her up to use it,” she giggled. Dinner was late because I carried Antia to the bed and fucked her. When we finished, Tacita was eagerly awaiting her turn. I held Tacita and had Antia tie her so she was wide open. While Antia knelt over her face and fed my cum to Tacita, I pushed my cock into her and jackhammered her, driving her to three orgasms before I finally spewed a load of cum inside her. We untied her, and Antia and I started eating supper. It was a few minutes before Tacita finally joined us, but she stopped to kiss both of us before she sat on my lap to eat her supper.

After dinner, when the women were done with me, I lay awake thinking. If this was a dream, it was unlike any dream I’d ever had. No dream I could remember involved every detail of every minute for several days in a row. It was far too enjoyable to be some sort of hell--at least so far. Regardless, since I was able to control the action around me to a significant degree, I decided to continue as if this were real. If it was a dream, I must be in a coma. And even if I was in a coma, the dream would keep me entertained. And, on the outside chance that it was some sort of hell, I intended to do my best to enjoy it for as long as I could.

Day 5

My meal this morning was a typical ancient Roman breakfast of bread and cheese, along with dried fruit and watered-down wine. I needed to have the Pozzolana business running so I could start a farm. I missed bacon and eggs for breakfast, along with pancakes and a cold glass of milk. I figured that I’d had my last cup of coffee, ever.

After setting my tomato seeds out in the sunny spot again, one protected from the cool breezes, I arrived at the quarry early and found the three men there just finishing their own breakfast and the fourth man just arriving. They must have worked quite late because they had built four more crates, leaving only two more to build. Janus worked with us filling the crates today, letting Marius build the last two crates. That was actually a good idea, letting the four men rotate which of them worked at building the crates while the rest of us filled them.

It was nearly quitting time and we were filling the tenth crate when a procession of carts approached us. Ten high-sided carts filled with forty men arrived, led by an armed man who looked as if he had once been, or still was, a soldier. Since he rode a horse, he was either a former Equestrian (Roman noble cavalry) or just very wealthy.

“How much longer will you be here?” he asked gruffly, obviously irritated to find us here.

“We will gladly share. I hope to work here for a long time. We’re digging out the pozzolana to sell,” I explained.

“To sell?” he asked. Both his facial expression and tone of voice told me that he was surprised as he looked over our bare-bones operation.

“Excellent, that will save me days of work and allow us to finish the job sooner,” he mused aloud.

“How much are you asking?”

I explained what I expected for one culeus of pozzolana, and about the deposit for the crate. He looked at me as if he were appraising me as an enemy, and then broke into a broad grin.

“I will take all that you have ready,” he exclaimed, adding, “You’re going to need more men than this. Once the other builders find out, they will wear a wide path to you. You will probably sell five to ten crates a day at first, more when they learn about you in Puteoli, where they are building and expanding the docks. When Rome finds out, you may have to fill a ship or two every week.”

“I am Remus,” the overseer introduced himself once I finished with Janus.

“I am Quintus,” I introduced myself in return.

“I know, I lost fifty Denarii wagering against you the other day,” he chuckled.

“Thank you,” I teased. “I earned enough to buy my freedom and to start this business.”

“Then it was money well spent,” he laughed. “Digging the pozzolana we need is my least favorite task during construction. Now that the slaves know they won’t have to do it, they will be in a better mood. You are soon going to be as wealthy as your Patron is.

“Those crates are ingenious,” he continued. “They are off the ground far enough to keep the contents dry and are sturdy enough to lift with a crane. People will copy them once they reach Rome and will use them to transport everything from bricks to wheat. You and your Patron will both gain prestige from your creation,” he commented, nodding approvingly.

I was surprised at how quickly the ten crates were loaded onto their carts using our two cranes.

Once we finished, I sent Janus and Atilius back to the forum to buy more of the supplies we needed, namely wood, nails, and rope.

“If we go to the forum in Puteoli, we can spread word about what we’re doing,” Janus suggested.

“Good idea,” I agreed. “While you’re there, buy food and wine for the four of you for dinner. Also, if you see any men who need work and you feel they will be good workers, hire up to ten more of them. Have them meet us here tomorrow morning. Go ahead and buy enough food for breakfast for everyone and be sure to purchase digging tools for the new men.”

I waved goodbye to Marius as I left with Remus to collect the payment, jogging alongside as he rode his horse. I was surprised that this body was in as good of shape as my old body had been. Once I had been paid, I thanked Remus and headed for the forum in Baiae. Once there, I found the man I bought the first cart from and purchased a second cart, complete with two mules. I was nervous driving it alone, but Janus had made me drive the cart while he watched until he was confident in my ability. Too bad I wasn’t that confident.

I warned the man with the lumber that we would be buying enough lumber for ten crates almost every day. I had to buy nails from four blacksmiths to have enough and knew what I needed next--my own blacksmith. I piled even more tools for digging on top of the rope and lumber, and even a few more carpentry tools. My final purchase was a chicken--a live one. I hadn’t had any meat with a meal since I found myself here and felt that it was time to change that.

Antia was stunned when I dropped off the chicken on my way back to our workplace. Considering how much money I had with me earlier, I decided that I needed to wear one of Varius’s swords. I took the other two for Janus and Marius to wear since they would be at the quarry when I wasn’t.

Both women were shocked to learn how much money I earned today.

Janus beat me back to the site and had ten new men with him. He explained that they were desperate for work and wanted to work until dark. He thought we might need the finished crates to fill early tomorrow.

“Good thinking,” I praised him, showed him the second cart loaded with lumber for six more crates, as well as tools and all the rope and nails I had purchased.

I also gave Janus and Marius the swords and scabbards before I left. They thanked me since a good sword would cost them several months’ wages. Even though I carried several pounds of silver with me, I felt much lighter walking home today, knowing that my business would succeed and provide me with a good income.

I found Celsus and told him about my success, as well as what Remus had said about the prestige when Rome saw the crates. “I wondered what you were building,” he commented.

“Do you have a blacksmith here?” I asked.

“Yes, but he helps with other tasks when he doesn’t have enough work. Why?”

“Does he make nails? We buy all the nails we find when we visit the forum,” I explained.

“Excellent idea. Perhaps I should find a second blacksmith,” he mused.

“I have several slaves who don’t have enough work until planting time. Perhaps you can use them to help make your bows,” he suggested. I agreed, excited to have more help.

I almost choked to death when he told me how much one saltus of land (500 acres) cost. I’d have to settle for a centuria (125 acres) to start with, but not anytime soon. I thought I remembered that farmland had been cheap because so many men died in the war against Carthage.

Eventually, I hoped to have a thousand acres or more under cultivation. Aside from my tomatoes--if they grew--pigs and chickens would be first. They reproduced rapidly and provided meat. The chicken shit would make excellent fertilizer. The rich volcanic soil here made for excellent wines, even in modern times, and would be excellent for the grapes I hoped to grow. A few cattle to provide beef, milk to drink, and butter would round out my initial focus--unless Celsus’s purchasing agent brought back rice, the seeds for the fruit trees, and especially cotton.

I spent part of the evening carving another bow, showing Celsus’s slaves what I wanted them to look like. I also spent a few minutes carving part of the ram’s horn I had bought today.

Leaving them, we worked on the saddle tree again, finishing the assembly of the pieces. Then I applied the first coat of shellac.

Remembering what happened last night when I finally got home from the workshop Celsus was letting me use, I grinned as I thought dirty thoughts. Antia had let me know that she wanted a baby and I had agreed. She grinned when she thought about not drinking the silphium tea that women used to help prevent pregnancy--not that the tea always worked. We practiced making a baby in both women before we fell asleep.

Day 6

I was excited when I woke up this morning. A vivid and extremely detailed memory from one of my first vacation trips through Italy had come to mind last night. If I could find it, I knew where to find one of the few coal deposits in Italy, although it was on the east side of the peninsula, just around the southern tip. I also remembered the location of a huge salt deposit on the east side of the peninsula, closer to the heel of the Italian boot. I made a mental note to remind myself when I reached a point when I could take time to search for the two sites. If that worked, I knew of several sites on Sardinia that I had seen when I visited on a different vacation. It was strange that long-forgotten memories were suddenly surfacing, and that the details were so vivid.

After grabbing a quick breakfast and setting my clay bowl with the tomato seeds outside in the sunny spot again, I headed for the pozzolana quarry. All fourteen of my employees were there when I arrived. Seeing how fast they were working, I sent Janus and Marius with both carts for more supplies. I almost shouted with excitement when seven carts arrived mid-morning.

“Are you Quintus?” the man who appeared to be in charge asked. He was obviously from the government as he had four equestrians with him.

“I am. Are you here to buy pozzolana?” I asked.

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At first glance, you might think that WHentai is just like any other hentai-image website out there, but there is a lot you probably do not know. Do not worry, because I am an expert when it comes to hentai and manga, and I will explain all the necessary shit you need to know when it comes to this place.Now the first thing I will mention is that whentai.com has created a game called Fap Titans, so check it out if you want, I could not have been bothered. The reason why I mentioned this first,...

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When Jim caught Pam

When Jim caught Pam. By Trish. As a child I had three passions, art, reading, especially about history, and wishing I was a girl. I did not hide the first two, but growing up in a pit village I instinctively knew that I had to keep the third one to myself. As I got older and started to progress through primary school this gender confusion about who and what I was supposed to be got steadily worse and made it a struggle to fit in with the other boys. My interests, tastes and sense of...

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When In Roam

She turned to see a boi standing next to her near the bar. She was cute. Short, slightly curly blonde hair, a cocky grin on her lips. She felt herself smile back at her, a spark of something shooting through her. It had been some months since she had been in bed with anyone and the girl was looking pretty damn edible. She had always found herself drawn to more androgynous looking women, short hair and tall with lean strong bodies, girls that bucked the typical butch role to become kids or...

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When It Hits The Fan

When It Hits The Fan! By: Lorraine B. (c) 2003 All Rights Reserved I had just finished packing the Class A Motorhome that I was to take on my vacation. I decided on an extended vacation after being forced to do so by my partner that was also my sister in our business. Checking over the fishing gear, I planned on hitting the lake and eventually to drop the proverbial line into it. We, my sister and I, owned two ladies apparel shops and a clothing factory and it seemed that I was...

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When did Mom Start Wanting Me part 3

This part of the story is longer than the other parts before it and sorry that it is, but with all the interuptions I had, trying to write this part, I had trouble remebering what and how, I had planed on writing it but I do hope, you all enjoy it, for those of you that do read it.Shortly after I got into bed I heared mom in her bedroom across the hall from my bedroom, masterbating from the sounds she was making and the bed squeaking like it was.I took mom's wet pantys and licked the guset...

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When dressed

Properly start from down to above..When dressed I could never pass as a woman. I am clearly a sissy put into woman’s close. Love being sent out like that. Exposed. Knowing whoever sees me knows just what I am. I have only done that at adult bookstores and at adult theaters. When openly dressed there, either in nothing but lingerie and stockings and panties, or if I go in a skirt, stockings, blouse, bra and breast forms, it is not only clear what I am, but most men who enjoy sissies see it as an...

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When dressed

I could never pass as a woman. I am clearly a sissy put into woman’s close. Love being sent out like that. Exposed. Knowing whoever sees me knows just what I am. I have only done that at adult bookstores and at adult theaters. When openly dressed there, either in nothing but lingerie and stockings and panties, or if I go in a skirt, stockings, blouse, bra and breast forms, it is not only clear what I am, but most men who enjoy sissies see it as an open invitation to use me. When dressed like...

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WHEN INNOCENCE ENDS

When Innocence EndsbyCosmickinkiness©Sometimes your body and mind want something so bad that it defies logic and makes you do things you would have believed otherwise impossible. Things you never could have even imagined. It was very early on that Mitchell noticed that his daughter Fiora, or Fi, was developing a very playful and teasing side just like her mother who was a natural charmer. During her teenage years and high school, Fi and her father were always very close and their...

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When The Wifes Away

Creampie Corners - When The Wife's Away Marcie, a college girl of 19, sat and attentively listened to Judy Stubbletrap fill her in on her duties for the next two weeks. "While I'm gone, you'll take care of the house, fix meals for my husband, care for our pets, tend to the yard, household things like that. Now, you mentioned that you'd broken up with your boyfriend, is that correct?" Marcie's bare legs were nicely framed with a tasteful skirt that settled about mid thigh. She unconsciously...

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When Curiosity Fills

I sat in alone in my office at 11:00 p.m. on a Thursday night in April, preparing an important motion in a multi-million dollar malpractice suit. After editing the final draft I sat back and took a deep breath. I was exhausted, and, oddly enough, pretty horny. The wife was out of town and somehow I couldn't stand the thought of spending the night with just my hand. Shaking off the sordid thoughts that were roaming through my head, I stood up and began the walk down the empty hallway...

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When Doves Cry

When Doves Cry by Natalie Nessus Part 1 Dig if you will the picture This is the journal of Robert Amati. Although it sounds impressive, this so called journal is just a few pages scrounged from Julietta's study and will be, I fear, all that is left of me. Calmness has descended on me, filling me, and I am no longer constantly afraid. I am, I fear, now accepting of what I am and that means more of my memories are leaving like smoke from a...

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When In Rome 03

Authors Notes Back to Callia&Cassius – although no one gets pregnant in this chapter, there IS mention of it. So, fair warning if thats not your thing. _____________________________ CHAPTER THREE: Scene 01: Callia – Sex? No. Scene 02: Cassius – Sex? Yes. Scene 03: Callia – Sex? Yes. _____________________________ CALLIA It was her third, and probably final, bath of the day. Callia could finally relax. Her day was supposed to be over, and it had been a good day. Every inch of her body had been...

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When a Wish Comes True

The following story is based on real-life experiences up to the point of my wish and prayer to become a girl. I did do that wish and prayer as I have every day of my life since. I thought this might be a way of considering how my life would have been different had that wish come true. I hope you enjoy the story. (Recently edited to provide a slightly better ending) -------- I sat near the front of the bus and kept my head tucked down to make myself less noticeable. It was near the...

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When The Time For Clowning Around Has Passed

Some losses are impossible to survive. I certainly felt that way when my wife of eight years was killed by a drunk driver. There were days when it weighed so heavily on me that I couldn't breathe. The only thing that got me through was the need to be strong for our two children.Our son was barely three years old at the time. He barely remembers a time when it wasn't just the three of us. Our daughter was six years old. Right from the start, she made it her mission in life to make sure her...

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When I Learn To Fly

ONERain is so much prettier in the summer.As we drove, fat drops splattered against the car windows. The sun shot through their glossy skins and threw coloured lights inside—like riding in a kaleidoscope. Good job it was this pretty, too; to tolerate another hour in the car with Mom, I needed the distraction."Danni?" Esme, my girlfriend, traced the seam along the inner leg of my jeans. "You're quiet. It's weird.""Just tired, baby." It wasn't weird. I'd been quiet with her a lot lately, but...

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When I Became A Woman Chap 4

Dear Diary, I have to remind you again that I’m not making any of this up!!! It happened just like I’m saying, and it was wonderful. I’m now a REAL WOMAN!!!!!!! You know when you come back to school in the fall and the English teacher makes you write “What I Did This Summer” essays? Well, Diary, I wish I could turn this one in ‘cause I am just thrilled to death and I just wish I could tell everybody! She always says “write what you know, write how you feel”, and I know I’d get an A+ on...

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When It Blows All Cats Are Grey

When It Blows, All Cats Are Gray By Brandy Dewinter Chris Stevenson looked up from the analysis he was working on to let his eyes rest on his roommate. She was certainly, as always, a sight for sore eyes. Karen Ashley was just about the prettiest girl on the Smithfield College campus, slender and graceful, with flowing golden blonde hair. For about the ten millionth time, Chris thought about how lucky he was, not only to share a house with this co-ed goddess, but even a...

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When Sally made Emma

When Sally Made Emma ? by: Trish Shaw EDDIE "I'm in here." Sally's voice echoed out of the kitchen as I closed the door behind me. Following the delicious scent of cooking food and the sound of Sally singing along to the radio I ambled in to the kitchen undoing my damp sweaty cycling gear as I went. "Bugger me!" I whispered as she came into view wearing nothing but a white lacy apron and some of her more entertaining underwear. "If you want!" Sally giggled, "and I'll take it...

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When Social Misfits Find What Fits Part 1

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...

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When Sally met Myn SallyMyn 1

She walked in and my world stopped. I stared like a hormonal teenager, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She wasn't the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, she wasn't the fittest, nor was she particularly well dressed. I can't pin down what it was that captured me, but I was hooked.Part of it was her walk! She strode with a confidence I had seen in very few people. Not an arrogant walk, but a walk that said, 'Here I am, regardless of what you think.' There were no apologies in her...

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When I was a busboy

This happened many years ago. I got a job working as a busboy.This was a very classy restaurant and I was almost getting used to talking to customers. Some customers were kind of snippy, but some were also very nice. This story is about what happened on a week night. The place was kind of busy but not slammed like it would be on a Friday or Saturday.I had just watered the tables (poured water into empty or mostly empty glasses). I had had left, after watering a table with an older couple...

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When the Dam Breaks

My name is Janice and I met my husband Mike right after college and we hit it off right from the beginning. Before I knew it we were dating, then we were a couple, then we were engaged. Sounds like a fairy tale right? Well yes and no. You see Mike was suave, handsome and intelligent and he got a great job that paid really well right out of college. He's tall about 5'9" with a pretty average build short brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm not bad looking either or so I'm told. I'm 5'2" and I...

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When I Was a Teen

I was basically an average boy starting puberty. I had been jerking off for years, and although I couldn’t yet produce any sperm, I had started to grow a little hair. If there’s anything unusual about me it was my 6” cock. One day, a neighbor kid stole a condom from his parents. 4 of us took turns trying it on. To everyone’s surprise, my hard cock was quite a bit bigger than the other kids. At 12 years old, my cock was already at its full size, don’t ask me why. Anyway, I spent that...

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When worlds collide the training of John

Arrival John came to he felt fuzzy, he remembered fragments from the night before, a white light, falling, just some terrible dream. His head felt like it was swelling like bad popcorn and cracking out of this skull. "Hay you,hay you", John heard a man's voice. This wasn't his bed he realised. "Huh?" "What's your name?" "John, John Evans" "My name is Richard Shuttleworth. Look we haven't got much time. I know it sounds strange but you've fallen through a rift in space time...

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When your Girlfriend discovers she is dating a cro

Part 1Meeting Sally.Arriving back from overseas and having had the amazing experience with Lars and Anna with them helping me to truly accept my other being, Samantha, it was time to get back into life here in South Africa.The experience of embracing my feminine side and accepting my cross-dressing was unfortunately going to have to take a back seat as I moved back in with my parents upon my return. For the next 3 months while I lived at home and found a job while finding my feet I was limited...

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When your Girlfriend discovers she is dating a CD

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When in RomeChapter 3

Day 8 I took Antia aside in the morning to tell her about the dream. “I know, I saw it, too,” she replied emotionally. “I will make you the happiest husband in all of Rome,” she promised. “I’m already very happy,” I replied, kissing her. The kiss turned heated and we ended up back in bed, but just for a quickie. “Make Tacita pregnant, too,” she insisted when I was close to coming. Since Tacita was having her pussy licked by Antia, she was well lubricated when I pushed into her. Barely a...

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When the Mind Finally Takes Command Edited

Part of my motivation was of course my young daughter who just turned 16. Any father out there knows, the wonderful body changes that take place as a young girl begins to grow up. My daughter Bella was no exception, but taking after her mother, her breasts were still somewhat small, although they were almost perfect in shape. I have to admit, I had looked at them in the flesh, especially during the summer months, (having to wait until after she was asleep at night to do my viewing). If you...

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When Hosties Wore Stokings

When Hosties Wore Stockingsby Michele NylonsCopyright© 2009 by Michele NylonsAuthor's note: As you can see by the copyright this story was written in 2009 before Continental Airlines merged with UnitedBy the time Mike Harris boarded his Continental Airlines flight out of Houston bound for New York he was shagged. The cheery "welcome aboard" issued with a smile by the cabin staff at the door of the aircraft was about as insincere as the offer he had turned down at the business meeting he had...

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When Morals Blur

An Original Story by Starrynight Chapter 1 Life was good, or so Liam thought as he relaxed on his father's new 50-foot yacht. It was a warm sunny day and Liam had a cold beer in his hand while he let the warm sun caress him with his eyes closed. His father, Henry, was at the helm, while his two older sisters, Beatrice and Amelia, sat at the stern chatting, each with an umbrella toped cocktail in her hand. Their mother had decided to skip today's sailing, after joining her husband the...

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When My Dreams Came True Chapter 3

When My Dreams Came True. Written and posted by hard93 Chapter 3. Learning to be the Couple we always wanted to be: There is more story than sex if that not what youre look for, sorry but try a another writer. In the previous chapter Andy found out he won the lottery. Rachel his longtime crush, the girl Andy dreamed of as long as hes known her also had a crush on him. From their second kiss on their crush become love and Rachel insisted all she really cared about was Andys love. Andy is not...

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When the Teacher is the Pet Part Two

Introduction: the Fun continues. I had a hard time sleeping that night. After my session with Shanda The night before I had slept so much because of how stressed I was. However, that sleep wasnt caused by the stress so much as an escape from it. Even sleep didnt give me a leave from the reality of my situation. When I did manage to sleep, my dreams were filled images of Shandas juicy little pussy and the spanking she had given me. Shanda had power over me. Eating out her young pussy was...

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When it Came

When it Came Janet L. Stickney [email protected] When I heard what dad said, it was all I could do to keep myself calm. I was going to have the chance I always dreamed of, and believe me, I didn't hesitate to accept the half baked challenge he threw at me! My father was smirking, confident that he had created a set of conditions that I could never meet, but if he knew the truth, he would not have been so eager. After a moment to gather myself, I accepted his...

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When My Dreams Came True Chapter 4 and 5

In our last chapter, Andy and Rachel love grows and they quickly marry both no longer willing to be apart. They spend time together, as their fathers work on building their new home. They are determined to have children as quickly as possible. Slipping my shoes on, I stand and help Rachel to her feet. I pick up the blanket and shake it out as my back turns to Rachel she playfully jumps onto my back. Like a little kid she asked, "Give me a piggyback ride please hubby." Dad and...

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When the Teacher is the Pet Part Two

Shanda had power over me. Eating out her young pussy was amazing. Humiliating, but I had never cum with any girl or woman the way Shanda made me cum. I awoke one time that night after a dream I was with another woman. The woman I was with had no identity besides a romantic interest. Perhaps I drew parts of her from women I've known throughout the years. I'm no psychologist, though. Just before the dream ended, she began tying me down. I didn't want her to, but she did it anyway. I...

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When in Toronto Extended Version

“And that’s it! That’s it! It’s over!” the commentator babbled into their headset. “The match goes to Klutz! I can’t believe it!!”The cheering in the stadium was deafening, and yet still Kenneth Lutz couldn’t hear much. He was too busy coming back to reality and focusing on the fact that he needed to breathe.For seven years Ken had worked his ass off to get to where he was now. Where he belonged. He had finally achieved his life’s dream – sitting on a stage, hearing people chant his name. For...

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When did Mom Start Wanting Me

Back shortly after I was born dad was in a bad accident that killed him while on the job at work, which left my mom, sister, and me, to live without a husband and dad.Some years later mom met a guy and they got married and even thou he never really tryed to just step in and take dad's place in my life, which was a good thing at the time, he did treat me like a friend and not like a k** and he did the same with my sister too.The one thing I didn't really like the most about the guy was, he never...

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When Fictionmania Strikes

Summary: Larry didn't believe the nonsense about people being changed just by reading stories on Fictionmania, until an accident occurred that changed his life forever... Author's note: The people and events in the story below are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons or events is coincidental. The Fictionmania Department of Magic mentioned in the story does not exist -- or at least that's what they want you to believe. (g) Comments and constructive criticism are...

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When in RomeChapter 4

Day 23 Antia was on one shoulder and Tacita the other when I awoke. I was surprised to find that my morning fellatrix was Marilla and not Fausta. She sucked me off and swallowed my cum before crawling on top of me. “Thank you,” she whispered emotionally, “I will behave and be a good slave.” “Ask Tacita what it’s like to be my slave,” I suggested. “You will find that your life is almost the same as the free women.” Since her naked, nubile body was giving little Quintus ideas, I climbed out...

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When in Toronto

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When I submitted detailed vs of my 3 1 2 years

-----------Meeting and greeting with my mouth.-------------------One time when I was 22 years old. I got online and went to a Gay Bear personal ad site. I saw this 56 yo chubby polar bear about 40 mi away from me. He was hot. I sent him a message, would you like to talk? He said he would like to do more than talk. He said I could come on up. Right now. What am I waiting for?This was 7:00 p.m. on a Friday night. I don't have to work till Monday.I was in the car quickly and got there pretty...

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