Cross Dressing
I went to a High Tea today. The rule is: Ladies are guests, men serve. Naked, shaven, and focused ONLY on serving tea. The hostess wanted me to come as a guest, but was worried that it would be insensitive to ask me to be a girl… But as it happens, I thought– why not [...]
Sewing a tailcoat is not for the fainthearted…
My sister has started making tails on some of her costume coats, instead of the big swing skirts, and I like the idea.And I have an event over memorial day weekend– selling my magic wands at a Harry Potter themed store. I thought a tailcoat would be a refreshing change instead of robes. But kristi [...]
Mad secondhanding skilz
Got a chance to stop into the best Good-Will store in my area, with the stated intent to find button down shirts. I have stopped looking for the pretty colors first; now, I begin with neck size, since mine is small for menswear. If I find anything in my size, then I look at the [...]
Stolen Roses
For January challenge, Aphrodite Title: Stolen Roses Author: Stella Omega Character: OFCs; Lenore, Astro Boi Rating: Teen Warnings: None Summary: Lenore finds a surprise on her doorstep. Fandom: None; these two characters were created in response to this challenge. Award choices: Aphrodite female Word Count: 710 Notes: Several weeks ago, I was overbearing towards [...]
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Ballad 7; All That Are In My Mind
Roll Over Sunlight was come, Lina was gone. But my leash once again padlocked me to the bedframe, what a lovely way to start a morning. Will came busting in, and I sat up in alarm, naked and with my knife not to hand. He handed me a mug of sugary coffee, which I drank [...]
Ballad 6; Give me A Harder one
Give Me A Harder One I undressed her. All the way to the skin, this time. Her wheatstraw hair glittered in the lantern light, as did the down on her arms and legs, and her wheaten pubes. There was a lot of muscle on her, under all that fluffery. I wasn’t too surprised; I’d felt [...]
Ballad 5; Nothing But What I need
The Waiting Game And so we napped, back at her tent. Of course, she pegged out on her bed, while I lay on the floor, a chain between my neck and the tent pole, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I’d lay wager that I snored in my repose, till the Crier [...]
Ballad 4; A Man Of Honor
I Mean To Have My Poppet “Seek we out the Stage Master, now,” my Lady said. “Mind thou bendeth thy knee.” “I can’t pay her a thing, Lina,” that dignified personage growled. “He seeks no pay, Jacob,” Lady Helena smiled sweetly. “I ask only a night pass, and supper.” “Not breakfast, too?” “Nay sir, I [...]
Ballad 2; The Seven of Cups
What Hasn’t Changed “You’re looking good, girl,” I told her after she had locked her little caravan up, and we strolled towards the dell. “Do you think so? I’ve put on weight, and it’s all flab, not like you.” She tucked her arm into mine, in the old, confiding gesture. “Tisn’t flab, my dear. There’s [...]
Ballad 3; Mad Moll Laughs
A Slip In The Plot Behind the Main Stage, I followed her into a dressing room, where she took my shoulders in her hands, turned me bodily and threw me up against the rough wall. I could do little but gape, as she came after me, buffeting me in her skirts. She reached up to [...]
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