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Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

Oh shit, Stacy said, but quietly and without any anger. She knew what to do, knew exactly how to go over to a girlfriend who was losing it and just let her cry it out, or cry it out with her. How to hold her and rub her back and rock back and forth and just be there for her. But this wasn't her girlfriend, this was Jason. With tits. Shit, she said again and went into the bedroom to get a blanket. On the bed Stacy saw more confirmation that what had happened was true the remnants of body hair that Jason had, well, shed for lack of a better word. Not wanting to clean it up, she modified her original plan and went into his closet and pulled down a spare blanket. Jason would feel it settle over her shoulders, and then Stacy was kneeling beside Jason, one arm around the bigger girl, pulling them both closely together. Shh. It's okay, honey. I know. You just cry, okay? I'm here, honey. I'm here. Stacy hugged Jason with her arm, and used her other hand to pull the blanket around the brunette so it left her feeling covered and loved and safe. For as long as it took, Stacy was determined to stay with Jason until tears washed everything better. Because Jason was a girl now. And tears sometimes felt good, even when you didn't. Shh, honey. It's okay.
Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

Jason held Stacy in her arms tightly for what seemed like hours, crying, sobbing, shivering, all the things one does when the stress is just too much and you need time and a good shoulder to recover. And Stacy was that shoulder. She was Jason's rock, and always had been. Jason wondered if she realized that, that strong, powerful Jason needed her as much as she needed Jason. When she was finally done, and all of her crying was done, she looked up at Stacy. Her eyes were red and puffy and her nose was wet, and not just from tears. She reached up and touched Stacy's cheek, trailing it slowly. Thank you, she said, before dropping her hand to her lap. She took a deep breath and sighed. Jennifer. It's what my parents always said they would name me if I was a girl. So, well... She left the rest of that thought hanging. It didn't need to be said.
Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

For a horrible second Stacy thought Jason was going to kiss her. The gesture, the hand on her cheek was so perfectly Jason, so familiar, and it usually led to a sweet kiss between the two of them. Stacy stopped breathing, afraid, and then let her breath whoosh out when Jason dropped her hand. Thank God. Okay. So...Jennifer. I can do Jennifer and it's, it's easier to think of Jennifer than Jason when you're like this. When? Stacy was still hoping that whatever mess of medicine had caused Jason to change could be changed back. It's cute. I was afraid you were going to pick a stripper name, like Savannah or Candy. I would have punched you. Come on. We need to fix your eye or they're going to keep swelling. Lay down on the couch, Stacy directed. Go on, Jennifer. Back in the kitchen, as she bustled through the cabinets, Stacy kept talking. Never heat. Not for puffy eyes. It feels good but it makes them worse. You've got pretty eyes, just like you did when you were Jason, Jennifer. You need to take care of them. Stacy came back from the kitchen with two teabags she'd soaked in ice water. Close your eyes, honey. The couch cushions dimpled slightly as Stacy sat in the hollow beside Jennifer's stomach. One at a time, hand cupped under them to keep them from dripping ice water, Stacy laid the chilly damp teabags over Jennifer's eyes. Feel better? To cry I mean.
Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

Jennifer laid down on the couch with a sigh. She'd seen the look on Stacy's face when she had brushed her cheek. It had been fear and trepidation. She bit her lip. What if Stacy never wanted to kiss her again? She may be a woman, but she still had a man's mind and a man's wants. And she still loved Stacy. She tried not to show her anxiety as Stacy returned. The tea bags were cold, but they actually felt nice. She smiled. You always take such good care of me. Remember when I got that cold last month and you came over and taught me to use that weird teapot thing? Well, I told you then and I'll tell you again. I'll listen to you, then my doctor. She reached out and grabbed Stacy's hand again, giving it a squeeze. Thanks again. I couldn't do this without you. I should take you out tonight. She winced. God, that... She trained off. Well, anyway, I'm stuck here until I get some clothes. I guess I could wear one of my shirts, but I don't think either my or your pants could possibly fit. Shoes either.
Thread: You Again? (rpfiend_123 & AnnaBeth Belle)

I should have known better! Up in Samantha's bedroom, Brooke stood in front of the full length mirror on the back of the door and winced at her reflection. Visiting with Mr. Stevenson while he worked had been so nice that Brooke failed to realize how long she'd been outside. It was only the beginning of summer but a long, cold winter without many sunny days combined with her naturally pale skin was a disaster. Not having anticipated being out so long, Brooke didn't put on sunscreen or take a hat or umbrella. Samantha never had that problem both because she shared her dad's complexion and because she was outside all of the time with soccer or cross country in the off season. Brooke was more likely to be inside reading, or writing, or just sitting at the window daydreaming. Ow, she exclaimed as she tried to shift the wide strap of her sleeveless blouse aside. Even that little movement hurt as it scraped along pale skin gone an alarming pink that threatened to be a full sunburn. Stupid, Brooke said out loud then winced again. Her face, her ears, every bit of exposed skin on her arms and bodice, even her legs were all pink and turning pinker. Brooke even felt hot and that usually meant she was going to need to lie down and have a sun fever for a few hours. How had she been so careless! A search of Samantha's vanity, covered in soccer socks and other gear with little make up, turned up nothing useful. The medicine cabinet in her bathroom only had acne medication and Tylenol. Those at least would help. Brooke took two, hesitated, then added a third and washed them down with a cupped palm of water from the tap. The only lotion Samantha had was all but empty, the top was loose and crusty bits showed where Sam had shaken the last out. Brooke needed aloe vera or better yet aloe vera that had lidocaine in it. That would really help minimize the painful sting that would become a throbbing before too long. Nothing. Samantha had absolutely nothing. Maybe Claire did. Or maybe Mr. Stevenson could drive her to the store real quick. Mr. Stevenson? Brooke stood outside the master bedroom door and knocked again. She'd been there for a few minutes already but with the shower running the young girl didn't want to interrupt so she'd stood there in agony and moved from foot to foot like she had to pee. Mr. Stevenson, it's Brooke, she said after knocking again, louder. The shower had cut off a minute or two ago. Surely he was able to hear her and put on a robe or some gym pants and answer the door. Brooke knocked a third time. Mr. Stevenson, please. I really, really need you. I need to get something from your wife's vanity.
Thread: You Again? (rpfiend_123 & AnnaBeth Belle)

The water was loud and hot. Steam filled up the glass walls of the shower as he stood leaning against the tile, letting the jets roll over his shoulders. In his mind he started going through the day so far, and what else lie in store. For some reason he couldn't shake the thought of the almost inappropriate talk about undergarments with Brooke. What if she mentioned they talked about that to her parents? He started reassuring himself. Why would she? Even if she did, she brought it up, and it honestly wasn't that bad. The relaxing lull of the whitenoise from the shower and the steam surrounding him was sharply interrupted by what he thought to be a knock on the door. He strained his ears and heard it a second time. Shutting off the water and opening the glass door, with steam billowing out, he was able to hear the high pitched, sweet call of Brooke, who sounded in distress. His parental instincts kicked in immediately. Oh shit, she's been here less than a day and already she's in trouble! What could it be? He thought to himself.. Did she cut herself? Did she get into the liquor cabinet? He grabbed a white fluffy towel off of the rod nearby and dabbed himself before wrapping it around his waist quickly, gripping two corners together over his hip so that he was covered. The towel hung low beneath his bellybutton, the rest of his glistening upper body bare, lightly trimmed blonde hair carpeting his chest as he opened the door. What is it Brooke, are you ok? He asked, his skin reddened from the heat of the shower as the cold air of the home made his skin form goosebumps. He stepped to the side, remembering that she needed to get into Claire's vanity, realizing only after a few moments that he was there in his towel oh well, she'd seen him in a bathing suit every summer.. This was no different, right? He was determined to explain every situation he may find himself in with Brooke this summer.
Thread: You Again? (rpfiend_123 & AnnaBeth Belle)

The first time Mr. Stevenson touched her skin Brooke jumped, like a filly nervously flinching as its rider gentled her skin before saddling her up. She soon settled down and even though Brooke twitched occasionally, and once whimpered, she let Mr. Stevenson rub the aloe into her poor, pink skin. As he worked it in, the soothing feel of it and the calm confidence of his touch relaxed her. It was so different than when she let boys help her with sunscreen at the lake or beach. That was sexual exploration, for both of them, and their hands were always nervous, or too fast, or too rough. Mr. Stevenson though was a man and he had no fears about taking care of his daughter's best friend. It was like he was her own dad, her dad who would hug her and kiss her head and even put his hand on her bare back under her shirt to settle her down when she was upset. Soon her head was hanging down, neck loose and her hair falling on either side of her face. Brooke's neck was long and slender and flowed gracefully into the line of her back. Skinny, yes, but with a ballerina's grace and beauty if not the fleshier, more filled out look of a woman. She never would look that way and had accepted it. Careful, she said once when his aloe coated hand touched her blouse, then again a bit later. Sorry. I just, I really like this top and I'm worried it will stain. Hang on, she asked. Brooke stepped away from him and went into Samantha's bathroom. There was a towel damp from her shower this morning and another that was dry. She brought both back and sat the damp one on the desk. For your hands when you're done, was her explanation. With just a slight wince she held her hair up with one hand and then bent her neck forward, turning to present her back to Mr. Stevenson. The zipper is at the top. I can't reach it . Can you help me get it off please? I'll cover up, she said and pulled the dry towel under her blouse with her free hand and held it there across the top of her pretty bra. It'll unzip a little then I can raise my arms and you can pull it up and off. Please be careful, she begged. It hurts! But I can't get it off on my own and it's going to get ruined.
Thread: You Again? (rpfiend_123 & AnnaBeth Belle)

As he rubbed in the lotion, he could tell how painful it really was. The jolts, the wincing it made him feel bad for the young woman, and he apologized every time she indicated the sunburn was causing her discomfort. Ouch, I'm sorry.. he would say. When she then talked about not wanting her blouse to get ruined and stood up, he figured she'd come back in a different shirt. Maybe a spaghetti strap or something. Nothing he hadn't seen before on her countless sleepovers. Instead, she came back with two towels. And then.. the question. At first, he thought she only wanted him to unzip her shirt. Not a huge deal - he thought. Then she continued her request.. To take off her shirt completely. He froze glancing up at her in the reflection of the mirror and then back down to her back. Watching her hand go up and under her shirt with the towel. His mouth fell a bit agape as he started to speak and then stopped. This was definitely a crossroads. What to do? Should he refuse and make things awkward between them? or should he proceed with her request? 'There's no way she's coming on to me.' He thought. 'So it's not a huge deal. Again, just medical attention.' He sighed. Um.. Sure, sweetheart. He said, rubbing the aloe off on the wet towel and then rubbing the thighs of his jeans to dry them off. Steady hands reached forward to the little zipper at the top. Zip. a patch of red and then some paler skin where the light hadn't quite touched were revealed to him. Alright.. Arms up. he said, a slight waver in his voice. He was really going through with this. 'Holy shit.' He thought to himself. 'This is fine.. This is fine.' He towered over her as he reached down and delicately pulled up on the hem of the shirt, letting it come off of her a shower of red hair spilling out as it slipped over and up her head. It was a battle to not stare at the reflection in the mirror trying to catch a peak of the 'best parts.' 'THAT would definitely be crossing the line.' He said to himself as he turned his head away, staring at the wall as he felt the shirt come free. He turned around and set it on the bed, pausing there for a moment making sure that she had plenty of time to cover up before he turned around. Although taking off her shirt for her was 'justified' when in need of medical attention, it didn't stand to reason that he then to got to see his daughter's best friend topless. He exhaled slowly and turned around. He did his best to put a casual smile on his face to indicate that this was not uncomfortable for him. The last thing he wanted to do was to make her uncomfortable as well. Ready? He asked politely.
Thread: You Again? (rpfiend_123 & AnnaBeth Belle)

At the last minute, when it seemed the door would remain closed forever and Brooke would wall herself off like the other women in Mike's life, the lock on Samantha's bedroom door squeaked as it was disengaged and the doorknob turned. As the door opened, Brooke was revealed standing there, head up but looking down, until it was wide enough for Mike to enter. She stepped back and turned and went to the narrow roll away bed that fit under Samantha's daybed. It was covered with neat stacks of Brooke's clothes and her open suitcase and big rolling duffel bag lay on Samantha's bed, already partially packed. Where Brooke thought she was going and how she was going to get there was a mystery, but teenage girls weren't always big on thinking things through when they were upset. Brooke moved a pile of her bra and panty sets, stacked together and then arranged in color order like a pastel rainbow, and sat where they had been. Head still up, eyes still down, she sat with her legs just barely touching the floor and her hands picking at her cuticles. It's okay, Mr. Stevenson. You're right, she said listlessly. Brooke stopped talking and the silence was awkward enough eventually that she began again. I know that you, because of, like you have to- Moo, she said and stood up suddenly, knocking a stack of shorts askew. Moo. Moo. Moo. Sammie would have known that was something the drama teacher in middle school made Brooke do when she lost track of her words in expressing herself. If you're not going to make any more sense than a cow, he'd told Brooke, then moo like one until you realize how ridiculous you sound and FIND the words. Brooke mooed a lot that year. Finally she stopped and shook her head, red hair swinging after she stopped like a red wave breaking on a white sand beach. You thought I was being naive and that he'd take advantage of me because he was older. That guys only want one thing and that's what he was going to do and I'd let him because he was older and more confident and just amazingly handsome and fit - you know, like you are, Mr. Stevenson. Maybe he was. I don't know. You don't know either though, she said some of the earlier anger coming back. Like, when you were his age, what would you have done? Come on, Mr. Stevenson, you're the best man any of us girls know. What would Mike have done on a date with me? Would he have been the creep you thought Tony was?
Thread: You Again? (rpfiend_123 & AnnaBeth Belle)

He had turned his back toward the door when he heard the click. He turned back slowly, giving a half smile that she didn't see, because she was obviously avoiding eye contact. He walked in, the smell of his recent shower wafting in the room. His blue eyes widened as he saw her clothes around the room, realizing quickly how out-of-hand this could have gotten had he apologized. He wasn't going to push the issue about how reckless her running away would have been he knew he hadn't exactly been a rockstar example that morning. His eyes flitted to the side as he saw a flash of color and he felt his neck get hot. He'd only seen one set of her collection yesterday, and he wasn't at all surprised the rest of it was as vibrant and pretty as the first. That same frustration flooded back, but he pushed it to the side. There were more pressing needs than the undergarments of a teen. He folded his arms and looked at her as she talked. Letting out an incredulous chuckle when she started mooing and shaking his head with furrowed brows. Soon she returned to her human form and resumed. He nodded in agreement with some 'mmhmms' and quiet 'yeah's' as she explained what she thought were his motives. Then she compared Tony to him and he stood a bit taller, puffing out his chest like he had when he'd run that guy off in the gym, smiling as she continued. Then she asked her final question and he sighed, reaching his hand up to the back of his head and giving it a big scratch before sitting down on the bed, on the other side of pile of underwear she'd moved. He looked straight ahead and then over at her after a few moments, making sure to avoid staring at the brightly colored pile, but not avoiding a glance. I uhh.. he cleared his throat, unsure of what to say. Honestly? he said, his shoulders rising I don't think there were any girls as cute as you at the gym when I was his age. he nudged her side with his elbow gently. I'm not just saying that.. You really make it hard to know what I would have done. I mean, I think I was a gentleman when I was younger, but I definitely had my share of... oh, shit, how do I put this. He leaned back on his arms, knowing that he could really get in to trouble with whatever he said next. Listen, like you said, I'm not your vice principal right now, and I'm not your dad, so cut me some slack when I tell you this. I sowed my share of wild oats.. so to say I would have been a perfect gentleman to you is a lie. Truth is I probably wouldn't have been. he nibbled on his lower lip, his face growing warm and feverish with anticipation of what she'd say next.
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Thread: New and not very improved request thread (MxF)

RE Looking for some MxF Fun werewolf1361 said Hello, Im a bit new here still and looking for some fun. I'm into werewolves, transformation and footplay or any combination of the three. I have a few story ideas 1. Naughty Professor Your my college professor and you've caught me plagiarizing. In order to pass the course I must massage and worship your feet nightly. 2. The Horse Man This is abased on an old bit of colonial-era folklore. Legend says women would transform men into horses at night and ride them. In this scenario, you are my land lady and make me a deal, I transform into your horse nightly in exchange for some kinky fun. 3. The werewolf nextdoor You're my slightly older neighbor and you're a werewolf. You lure me in, seduce and then turn me. Click to expand... Bump
Thread: New and not very improved request thread (MxF)

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Thread: The Queen's Ambition (Kassy and Sirix)

Crown prince Alexander the VI rode into the city surrounded by his friends and guards, the commoner Ashton, and his best friend by his side. Despite his father's many and rather loud complaints at having his son play with the common kids in the streets just beyond the castle walls, Alexander had snuck away and done so anyway. And the people of the city loved him for it. He understood them to a better degree then any of the other royalty had. Come boys, tonight we feast. Alexander calls out as they cross through the gates and start to head towards the castle, and clapping a hand on Ashton's thigh as they ride along. This wasn't the first hunt he had taken the commoner on with the rest of his noble friends, and the nobles in company treated the commoner as a friend as well. Can you not come as well. I will dress you from my wardrobe so that you do not stand out. Alexander proposes. Ashton next to him bowing politely. You do you me much kindness. No I need to return to the forges with father. May be next time. He says with another small bow then turns to make his way to the craftsman district of the city and the smithy there in. The rest of the boys accompany him to the gates of the castle before saying their goodbyes to go and clean up after the week long hunt. Alexander hands off his horse Jerrick to a servant to take the boar to the kitchens then the horse to the stables. As he makes his way inside, he passes by Tiber on his way out, slave girl by the arm. What has father done now? He asks, crossing his arms, then his horrified at the answer. No, send her to the kitchens. She will slave away in the heat and the hard work there. I can't think of a worse punishment. Alexander orders. Everyone expect father knows that kitchen duty isn't actually that bad. The heat could be intense in the warmer times of year, but that the worst punishment was not being able to eat the food they were making. Not that they didn't sneak any, but there were careful to do so. At the alleviated punishment, the slave girl falls to Alexander's feet in thanks, all smiles. Alexander leans down and lifts the girls chin up so he can look her in the face. A smile like that...Its a crime to see it gone. He says with his own smile then a kiss to her forehead. Go, now. He orders then makes his way inside and to the throne room. Ah father, still in good health I see. he says, sounding happy about it but a little disappointed on the inside. He doesn't bring up the slave girl, but gives his father a small bow. We killed ourselves quite the monster Father. He will make a fine centerpiece for the Alliance Feast. He says, the all important diplomatic meeting of the Tredian Alliance being the reason for the hunt in the first place.
Thread: The Queen's Ambition (Kassy and Sirix)

Alexander took his father's words with only a little sincerity. The man was a boaster, always talking himself up even at the expense of his son and wife. Well, we wanted only the best. he says with a chuckle to himself then bows and makes his way out of the court room and up towards the family chambers, and his mother's more specifically. He knocks on the door to his mother's personal chambers, one of the girls having told him that his mother had the bath drawn in her room. Mother, he says when he gets permission to enter. You wished to speak? He asks, looking over to the bath, then heading behind a screen to undress and slip into the bath. Once in the bath, he sighs and relaxes down into the warm water, glad to be getting clean for the first time in over a week in warm water. He only lightly cleans at his body to savor the water a little longer while he and Mother talked.