Bowling for the Winner by grapehyacinthBowling for the Winner by grapehyacinth
(Bowling TFs, TF/TG, doll TF)
(Warning: some coarse language!!)
Cybelle was an accomplished sorceress. She was not, however, as well-versed in her knowledge of the male gender. All through her magic-school studies, she never had bothered much with the boys- she was too deep into her coursework, and they rarely if ever had expressed any interest in her, anyway. In the years following graduation, she had dated an old classmate, but it hadn't gone anywhere.
Lydia, one of the few school friends that she still kept in touch with, suggested that she date someone from the 'non-magical' world. Cybelle was skeptical.
“My brother-in-law is trying to find someone to date his friend. You could try him.”
Lydia was newly married to a talented sorcerer, and they were so happy together that she was trying her best to get all her other single friends married. Even if it wasn't to sorcerers.
“What does this friend do?”
Cybelle could hear Ly
Glitch-notizedGlitch-notizedGlitch-notized by Rathbane
A petite young woman with long black hair and blue eyes leaned against the corner of the elevator as it ascended. She let out a yawn of boredom just as the doors opened. Stepping out of the elevator she entered a deserted work area with endless empty cubicles.
Thank goodness for no one else likes to work on a Saturday, she thought.
Making her way across the cubicle farm she stopped at a door with the name placard: Samantha Neal, Software Developer.
Unlocking the door Sam stepped into her office and booted up her computer. The familiar desktop image of the Virtua-tainment logo greeted her. She quickly accessed her email and after sorting through things that were either junk or could be addressed later she opened the one labeled ‘glitch report’.
Here are the latest glitches for the Virtua-town Hospital.
-Doctors, patients and well everyone are just walking through you like you’re not there.
Mystical Friends Chapter 6The Eastern fairy adventure part 4Mystical Friends Chapter 6 by mossagateturtle
Crystal's POV: We finally made it into the fortress and we bumped into a discarded slave fairy."
Matori's POV: And it's luck or misfortune?
Crystal's POV: It's luck of course. She could help us, but after I healed her. Now it's the narrator's turn.
"Look, she is awaking." Crystal said as the slave fairy slowly opened her eyes.
"Where am I? Am I dead?" she asked.
"You're with friends." said Crystal smiling at her.
"Who... who are you?" the slave fairy backed away with shock.
"My name is Crystal and she is Matori. Don't worry, we won't hurt you."
The fairy's eyes went big as she spotted Matori:
"Orihime-sama! It can't be..."
"No, I'm not her." Matori said. "Her spirit is sealed into this sword."
"We came here to free the others by releasing the princess's soul and take ir back into her body. We got a tip that her body is still preserved somewhere in the fortress."
"Then you're right." said the fairy. "My name is Nadeshiko. I'm one of tho
Getting Back at L. Frank Baum
(Tin Person TF, statue TF, horse TF, balloon TF)
Stacie Soames couldn't wait until the end of play rehearsal. She had been pushed into joining the local theater group's production of “The Wizard of Oz” by its director (and her cousin), Veronica. And somehow, Stacie had managed to obtain the part of the Tin Man. Only she was going to a be a female version.
She was looking forward to the end of rehearsal when Penelope, the costume designer, was going to drop off her costume. Somehow this made the whole play/acting experience more real. Even though Stacie was twenty-six, she still often rued the fact that she had never been given parts in her school plays. The directors always used her for the pit bands or as an accompanist because she was such an excellent musician. This was nice and all, she always enjoyed playing the music. But just for once, she wanted control of the audience. She wanted to be up on stag
Transforming Womenby grapehyacinth
Part 1: Angela
3:00 A.M. Break time.
Angela hated working night shifts at the power plant. She had recently turned thirty, and she was frustrated with her life in general. She felt she was destined for bigger things, but right now she was stuck here, working the most boring job ever. She had all the science degrees in the world, and with them she was babysitting what the town of Ostville thought was the answer to everyone's money woes: a power plant.
Ostville boasted how little they paid for power because they were willing to have the plant to provide them with it. It was the safest facility in the world, they felt. And Dr. Simon Vance, the man in charge of it, treated the place like his own child.
Of course he was not usually there at three in the morning. Although she would never admit it to anyone, Angela almost wished he was. The dead of night was always the loneliest time here, and the chorus of birds heralding the dawn was always something
Transforming Women 2by grapehyacinth
Part 2: Nelly
Meet the women and learn of Angela's plight in the first part: Transforming Women
As Nelly made her way back to her office, her heart was beating wildly. She was trying to hold back her tears, but after experiencing some kind of power fluctuation in the power plant she worked at, she was concerned that something horrible was about to happen. Sylvie, her co-worker, was having a strange skin reaction, but Nelly herself didn't notice anything odd about her appearance – her skin and face looked fine when she glanced in the mirror. Her hair looked particularly healthy, in fact.
Yet her clothes were falling off of her. What could that possibly mean?
She shuffled down t
We 'R' ToysBy grapehyacinth
After two weeks of training, Julie and Rhea were officially couriers of South Street Shipping. Julie was proud of this. Rhea was not.
The two college grads both were at a dead end. Julie had lost several jobs, and Rhea hadn't even been employed yet. When Julie informed her that South Street was hiring, Rhea scoffed at this. “I didn't get a college degree to go carry stuff around.”
“Well, I don't see anyone else offering you a job. And I need to make money somehow if I want to stay in this apartment with you. They pay really well at the courier service.”
“For being a glorified mailman? Ridiculous.”
“Until something better comes along, I'm doing it. And if you want to pay your rent without your mom helping you out, you might want to also.”
Donned in their new South Street uniforms – a gray shirt and slacks, the two girls made their way to their first destination. It was an old brick building on the edge of a ba
Arin the Genie Part 1, Origin Story
On a crisp spring morning, Arin went out to the park at her college because her boyfriend Ben wanted to meet her there. Arin happened to have a lull moment in her procrastination, and she knew that Ben was not rehearsing today for the play he was in. They met at the usual place, a wooden bench that was perfectly situated by a lake on campus. It as secluded as it got, and the traffic to and from classes died down since it was late afternoon.
Arin was feeling rather chipper, so she wore a crimson blouse that complimented her short fiery orange hair. She let her hair get frizzy because it was so short that it was low maintenance but she could still make it work. A pair of blue jeans and sandals finished the ensemble.
She saw Ben sitting on the bench already holding a brown sack with that look of hiding something he could not wait to show. He was wearing a camo t-shirt he bought online that said "No camping" and had a picture of two stick figures, one backstabbing a sniper. The brun
Jack in The Toy BoxJack Robertson went to the mall that Christmas week because he had nothing else to do. He threw on a worn leather jacket Batman t-shirt, jeans, and favorite sneakers then walked to the local mall just to browse around. He went to a comic store at first to skim some graphic novels that caught his eye. He then went over to the budget DVD store looked at the movies but saw nothing worth spending money on, and finally he got a smoothie from the food court. Jack managed one productive investment on this trip, he got a winter haircut. They trimmed his black hair short but not so short that Jackie Frost didn’t caress his head to close. The young woman whom gave him the haircut wouldn't stop talking to him about how tall he was or his hazel eyes. Jack might find himself going there more often. Even that though could not solve this incurable loneliness he had.
He was in a new town, away from family and he didn’t have the money now to go see them. They really didn’t have the mo