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"No!" "Come on, Alex. She'll be here tomorrow. It's probably the last time she'll be able to visit us: She's very old and It always makes her happy." "You do it then, you're the one who's supposed to. You're the one who's named after her." "Alex, you know the costume doesn't fit me anymore, I've grown so much this past year.. She probably won't even recognize me. You're the only one who can wear it now." Alex grimaced. At 16 he was still shorter than all of the rest of the boys in his class. He didn't like being reminded of his size, especially by a sister who was nearly a head taller than he was. "Please Alex, I bought a new wig just for this, just so you'd look perfect." Alex's sister Alice put her hands on his shoulders and leaned down to whisper. "And I know you like to...remember the life size doll I used to have..." Alex jerked away from his sister, blushing furiously. "Yes! And I remember what you did too! I had to wear that stupid doll wig everywhere for two days! They finally

Elizabeth Mars walked briskly into the foyer of her opulent Hamptons mansion. The imposing home was her headquarters in the region during the long summer months. The wealthy heiress busied herself throughout the season with both the attending and hosting of lavish society events. She strode with assured confidence down the corridors of the palatial home. She had just arrived home after a trip to the city, and was anxious to see what progress the workmen were making in the garden. Elizabeth was a strikingly beautiful woman. In her early thirties, her lustrous brown hair always looked just right, and consistently framed her beautiful facial features. Her crisp blue eyes were always a focus for attention, even if they were a bit cold. She did her best to keep her young body fit and trim. Her exercise had produced a smooth, sensual physique that moved with the grace of a dancer. She was tall without being too tall, and had an ample but not cartoonish bosom. Her breast implants had been

A Day In Japan by Tranzmute Jonathan Winston entered his hotel room and heaved a small gym bag that he was carrying across the room. He then proceeded to his bed where he sat and sunk his head between his legs. Jonathan was a skinny man with light blond hair and blue eyes. He also happened to be very short for a male and sometimes got mistaken for a girl. "Some body kill me now." He said softly as he rubbed this temples. There came a soft nock from out side the door. "Come in." Jon said as he stayed in the same position rubbing his temples. The door opened and a man who looked quite the opposite walked in. He was tall and built like a linebacker with massive arms, chest, and legs. He had brown hair and brown eyes and a bushy beard that had a tint of red to it. "I thought I heard you come in." The giant said. "What's the matter with you?" The giant asked. "Don't even get me started Rick." Jon said. "What's with you? Did you not have a good day or something?" Rick asked. "Does it look

A Bandage's Story by D3_M Ah yes! Where should I start? Being a linen strip bound around the waist of a royal corpse lying in the dark for a really, really long time. Of course we’ve found a new host now that we have come to like but the host doesn’t seem to want us around so much. The only obvious place to begin would be at the start. A bandage isn’t born but made. Think of a long piece of finely, what they called finely then not now 18 micros did not even exist in the period that I was made in. Yes, think of a long piece of finely woven linen cloth. One piece of cloth that stretch as far as, well, as far as the room was long. I don’t remember how long the room was but let’s just stick with long. Then a madman approaches that single piece of long cloth and slashes and slashes and slashes and slashes and slashes and slashes and slashes and slashes it until all you have is a long thin linen strips. I remember that day I was emotionally scarred for life. The amount of times that dagger