Moving Stuff

I'm starting another blog, the Image and Video gallery in order to organize a bit more. This will remain my outlet for information on stories and whatever, as well as all those silly transsexual cartoons I lone...The other blog will be used for images and video...Obviously :))

So that's in progress and I'll post a link here and there soon. Thanks!

Cinderella Book 2

Cinderella 2.0

I'm posting the sequel to "A Cinderella Story" and "Cinderella 1.5" starting today. I kind of screwedup posting 1,5 because I didn't adjust the date to delat it...Oh well, it's up now and there's no sense delaying further, right? Once again I'm writing off the top of my head, with a very loose plot. That's the bad way, but a lot of fun for me.

I posted the first book on ASSM/ASSTR yesterday and so to readers coming from over there, thanks for reading. I've gotten some nice emails, a lot of encouragment and I'm grateful for that. New chapters will go up on SOL as they become available and the entire book 2 will be posted on ASSM when it is finished.

Thanks!

Cinderella One Final

I decided to end Cinderella with chapter seven, obviously, as that seems a good place to take a break. Looking at my schedule – the one in real life – I’m going to be pretty busy for the next couple weeks and I’m not sure how much time I’ll have for writing. My doctorate is being awarded, conferred, bestowed on me next Saturday and two days after that we’re flying out. Going back to work and so…

I ended the story. Evelyn died mostly to free up the main character, Cindy, and get the story back on its original track. I liked her a lot and it was a hard decision to make, but I think it’ll be for the best in the long run. We’ll see what happens. I always knew this was going to be kind of a strange story anyway.

There is a chapter eight, which I’m calling Cinderella 1.5 and it’ll bridge Book One and Book Two. It’s ready now and I’ll put it in the queue for posting on January 10, so that it’ll be posted about the same time I’m getting my degree and trying to make a little speech about how honored I am and how I’m going to change the world and use my super powers only for good. Knowing that I’m doing something constructive like posting porn while I’m standing there…Well, it’ll help distract my frayed nerves. I hope.

If you’ve read my previous posts on Cinderella, I guess it’s obvious that I was up in the air about what I was doing and why, but I do like o change my mind. I need to keep myself guessing or else I get really bored, really fast. I apologize for that and promise that I wasn’t trying to mislead anyone, except myself.

Thanks a lot and Happy New Year.

Cinderella - The saga continues

Cinderella is the only thing I'm seriously working on for the moment and so it's the only thing I really have to talk about. I just uploaded chapter 6 to the submission queue and so that should be showing up soon.

I've gotten some emails about the score, the LOW score...What can I say? I took a couple spankings early on, but I'm hoping it'll all even out eventually and the score will more accurately reflect the opinion of readers interested in such a story as Cinderella. As opposed to those only interested in discouraging authors and readers with biased feedback.

The story is evolving as I write it. I have a loose plot in mind, but I'm thinking this story will be a little longer than I originally planned. I'm up to about 60,000 words and barely past the introduction, really. So for those of you who care, this story will probably be a very long one. It's basically a romance at this point, with a lot of self-discovery and growing by Cindy, and I'll be adding the adventure/mystery elements as I need to. But basically this is a romantic sex story and the rest is important, but secondary to Cindy and her love life.

That's about all I have to say for the moment. I wish all of you a very happy New Year and watch out for the mistletoe, eh?
TS

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Cinderella Continues...

Cinderella continues on Stories Online, where I've recently posted the third fourth chapter. I'm halfway through chapter five and it'll be up soon. I'll post the story to ASSM/ASSTR when it's complete.

The story is changing, evolving from my original conception, but I think that's a good thing. What I'd envisioned as something rather light and fluffy, is becoming a more serious and intense bit of storytelling. I think a lot of readers want more substance in their porn, or so my mailbox would suggest.

I also made the decision to orient Cinderella more towards "heterosexual" themes, meaning that I'm introducing and using more genetic girls in the romantic (or otherwise) scenes with transgendered Cindy. She's still having a lot of sex with men, obviously, but I think it's sexy giving her a girlfriend like Evelyn to play against and it lends a certain depth to the main character that I haven't exploited yet.

Anyway, this story is continuing and I think it's going good. The scores on SOL are absolutely dismal however, but the emails have been very encouraging. There are a lot of idiots out there who like to spank me for my interests. That's their problem, not mine. Right?

Happy Holidays!

Public Transportation News

About Cinderella…

I started this story in 2007 and for a variety of reasons I was unable to get back to it until recently. I finished chapter 2, roughly 10K words, and posted it to SOL and my website today.

The story will continue, but slowly and only as I’m able to make time for it. I have a number of stories in-progress, unfortunately, but that’s the nature of the hobby I’ve chosen. So, I have to beg your patient indulgence.

Hopefully the story is entertaining enough that readers waiting for the continuation don’t mind the wait (or re-reading chapter one, probably) Magic and fantasy lends itself well to any sort of transformation story. I liked the idea of a Fairy Godmother who looks like a lawyer, that was the real reason I started this story at all. I had no other plot point in mind but for the character of Paul and so I’m writing this story off the cuff, so to speak. My favorite method.

I have no real plot beyond what occurs to me as I write, but we’ve all seen a zillion stories about revenge and seduction and all that. I’m kind of hoping I can find a clever way to twist this story into something else. I’m not sure Cindy is entirely fixated on exacting revenge for the betrayal of Robert…So we’ll have to see what happens.

I’m really into writing “serious” things, these days, meaning stories that go beyond just sex and that’s what I’m really looking for here. An interesting plot twist that will take the story in a new and unexpected direction, much like what happened with 25 Pairs.


Best always!
TS

Website News!

News you can Use!

December 12, 2008 - Here's what's going on: I just started this blog to replace the one I was (seldom) using on SOL and obviously I have little idea what I'm doing. I spent early autumn doing the Mixed Bag thing (see below) and the rest of it working on my PhD. I published and defended my doctoral thesis, which was pretty intense and I'm glad it's over. Now I'm just waiting for my degree to be awarded and that will happen on the afternoon and evening of 10 January, 2009 barring meteor strike, alien attack, or the Apocalypse. Keep your fingers crossed. I don't have to give a formal speech, thank God, but undoubtedly I'll be expected to say a few words informally at the banquet, so I'm working on what I'm going to say. Thankfully, I've never been stumped for words. I like to talk.

I'm not writing much of anything for the time being. My energies, that which I can spare for this little hobby of mine, are being spent on getting this blog up and running, sorting out some things for my web sites, and generally clearing my head and recharging my batteries. I certainly appreciate the many emails I've received over the last few months, both congratulatory and encouraging. That sort of thing means a lot to me and your generous thoughts and comments and suggestions sustain me. So thank you very much.

What I'm doing here is just posting my random thoughts on stories, writing, my web sites, and anything else which may be of use or interest to readers. I don't have anything really deep to say, but I keep hoping that someday I'll discover something astounding to share with the world at large. Until then, I'm bribing you with pornography! I'm using this blog to post the various cartoons and adult comics that I've stumbled across. The ones on this site are all related to Transsexuals, Transvestites, Shemales, Crossdressers, and etcetera. Hopefully you will enjoy some of them as much as I do. I like toons for some reason, much more than photographs of models.

I have some projects, just to look into my crystal ball and spy into the future. I am continuing with "Brandy", of course. Her story is going to be my soap opera as I've probably mentioned previously. I just really like her character a lot. I'm also going to continue the short story "Making Chrissie" and I haven't forgotten that I'm still involved with "Marrying a Shemale" and "Cinderella" which are both stories that I want to continue at the earliest opportunity. I'd also like to continue the short story "The Best Man" if I can and see where that leads.

Am I forgetting anything?

I'm looking through my collected "artwork" which I downloaded in bulk and haven't really sorted through as yet. A lot of hentai and manga in there, all those wacky Japs, you know. I want to take some of them and do some photostories, or some comics of my own, I should say. So, I'm looking at that, but it'll be a lot of work and time intensive as I have to clean the images up in Photoshop before I can use them. I like that sort of thing though and I'll probably do one soon, a small one, just to see how it looks. What else?

On my website, I'm adding a library which you may have already found. I downloaded a whole busketload of stories and I'm sorting through those as I find time. I'm trying to start a collection of fiction by other authors and make that available. They aren't necessarily the best stories and I haven't read all or even most of them all the way through. What I'm doing is just skimming through them, one at a time, and looking to see if it's a story I would want to read at a later time. Either the characters seem interesting, or the plot means something, or maybe the sex is just hot, whatever. When I find a story that catches my interest, I add it to the collection. Someday, hopefully, I'll be able to code them and even add small descriptions to help sort them, but that would be a lot of work and I've got no time for that right now.

About me personally...I'm in the States for the next month or so and then I'll be returning to Asia and going back to work. I'm not sure how long we'll be there, my husband and I, since I have my PhD. now it seems more than just a little odd to keep working as a "research assistant" which has been my official title for the last several years. I need to look at what I want to do, where I want to work, and what opportunities are available to me. To us, I should say, because I think it would be a good idea if we sorta stuck together, you know. So this is sort of a transitional period for me and my husband, we're looking at our work and examining the future and it's a little scary, but exciting too. This new year and following spring will be very busy for me, I'm sure and I can't make any commitments to anything right now. It's all day to day.

So, Happy Holidays and Best Wishes for the upcoming year. Thanks for reading my blog and for taking a look at my site and I hope you're enjoying yourself as much as I am!

October 7, 2008 - Hey! I'm going to try and make my websites, all four of the sites on the Severe Webring, available for download! I'm not sure exactly why, but I'm going to do it and maybe some people collect web sites. It'll make the graphics work better anyway, if you have my site on your hard drive! Weird, huh? I'm writing and posting stories to SOL in the rache collection called "Mixed Bag" which is in progress. So far I've contributed a piece called "Making Chrissy" and another titled "The Best Man" and soon, once that experiment is finished, I'll be posting both of those here. For now you can find them at Stories Online under the rache pen name. I've given "25 Pairs" it's final and best proof. Yes, I edited it again! Just to fix grammar and few annoying misspellations...I'm done with it and the version on the site now is in great shape. (HTML version...I haven't fixed the text file yet, sorry)

August 29, 2008 - Hi there! I'm finally getting around to updating the site. I did a number of TS/TG stories under my real name, Rachael Ross, and so I'm putting those on this site as well just to keep similarly themed stories in one convenient location.

The biggest news, maybe, is that I started cranking on some "Girl Fag" and I edited the original 24 chapters and among other things I made them more consistent length-wise. All the chapters (except for one notable exception) are about 9-10,000 words long and so there's more of them. The original 24 became 35 actually and I added 7 more so the bottom line is that there are now 43 chapters available and I'm still writing.

I have a number of really good stories up, not just because they're transgender, but because they're just...Really good, I think. "Reasons Until After" is pretty awesome and I'm really happy with that one. Not so much sex in it, but it's just great characters and a lot of fun to write and read, I hope. The Jack Valentine stories are very good, "Jamie's Worth" is a transgender story and I think it's an interesting read. "Talis" is good, but it's strange. I might continue that and I have a bunch of stories I want to keep going with. "Stage Daddy" and "Brandy" being the two obvious examples, but gosh I have a lot of stories hat should and probably will continue. My story "San Pedro" by Scott Madler is one of my favorites and this is the first time I've owned up to that pen name...So you saw it here first!

Other than all that, not much else to say really. I'm a busy little beaver with my real work and my real marriage to my real husband. So, I don't get as much time as I want or probably need for my writing. But the site is up to date as of today, and that won't last long, I know, but at least I did something today!

09 February 2008 - I just got my website from ASSTR yesterday and so I'm uploading it today! There may be problems with broken links and such. I apologize for this and I'm working on it. I just need a little time to get everything working and transferred over from other places. The stories on this site are from all over the internet and I just figured it was about time to try and organize them a little.

If you're wondering, am I a boy or a girl, I'm a girl. I have no penis except when I borrow one of my husband's socks and stuff it into my hipsters. If I did have a cock though, well, I'd still be a girl just because I really like being a girl and boys are so messed up in the head anyway! Who needs that? I like transsexuals a lot. I think they're funny sexy cool and I even have sex with them when I can. That's pretty weird. My husband isn't into it so much, but if I pay for a blowjob in Bangkok, he won't say no. Like I said, boys are weird.

Any other questions? Feel free to email me at TS.Severe@yahoo.com

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About My Website

Web Site Info...

2008-11-09

For those few of you who know and are wondering, I had to take down my rache, Severe, Uzi, and Kylie websites for a variety of reasons, not least of which was that they needed some serious maintenance. I've also been looking for ways to reduce my resource requirements and improve the performance by using a third party host for graphics. Unfortunately, I'm pretty not bright about such things and it's taking me longer to do it than I wish it would.

I do have T.S. Severe's site up again and at least I found someplace to stick my graphics projects. The links work and everything, so my 140 amazingly clever and sexy funny transsexual photocaptions are available (finally!) along with the prose/romance Bangkok Diary, and the short photostory Gloryhole Girlfriend...those can all be found on the main page.

Also, just for the sheer heck of it, someone sent me this old, old Thomas Edison porn program called "Fantasy" and it's pretty interesting. I guess it was written for MS-Dos 5 or something, but it still works and basically it's a very limited inter-active porn story. You pick yourself and your partner and page through it giggling because your name is in the story...heh! Unfortunately you do have to play as a man, but that's okay. I give myself a 12" cock everytime...The link for it is here, if you want to see it. Just unzip into a folder and run the batch file. I know that sounds bad in this day and age of virus and whatnot, I almost didn't even open it, but I'm glad I did. I just really wish I knew how to edit the stories in the program and write my owm!! That would be so awesome!

Fantasy Interactive Story

What else? the rache site will go up last, since it's the hugest. I'm going to do Kylie next and then Uzi and lastly rache, but it should be fun and interesting like before. Even more, since I can put huge graphics files on photobucket now, my first two accounts got suspended there...Touchy!!! But I'm being careful now. No more cum gurgling cheerleader pics. I get it. PG-13 sucks so hard. I hate this planet sometimes.

I keep forgetting to bring my Star Trek Episode 2 with me...I'll post it soon. To tell the truth, I need to think about websites and html crap to the exclusion of all else or I'll totally forget and get lost. It happens to me a lot and it sucks.

rache

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About My SOL Blog

My blog works and I don't

2008-10-22

Hmmm...Gosh. The only thing I want to say is that I'm not a transsexual. I'm not even sure if I'm male or female. Rachael hasn't bothered to define me yet, and that sounds weird, I know. But I get emails and people assume I'm a chick with a dick, and I'm not sure why. I guess it's "you are what you write" or something. The fascination for some people to ascribe physical descriptions and medical histories, and job resumes and college transcripts to anyone and everyone, it never ceases to amaze.

Some people online are just names.

That's a greater truth than most people appreciate and T.S.Severe is just a name. One of these days I'll have to decide what he/she really is. I'm thinking an especially smart dancing bear from Germany.

Named Nastasia, of course.

But...I suppose I should explain who I am, just to get it over with. So, let's write: TS Severe: The Bio

I'm a pre-op transsexual and I like to use the feminine pronouns in reference to myself. You know, I'm a "she" and a "her" and no, I won't tell you what TS stands for. I'm in my early twenties, attending college and not working. I sponge off my Daddies and I have more than one. All the guys I like are Daddy to me and I love the way they spoil me. I'm white with brown hair usually dyed blonde and then dyed again for a night out in the clubs. Blue is my favorite color, so I like blue hair and blue contacts for my otherwise hazel eyes. Green is nice too though. I'm a little over five and half feet tall, a shade under 130 pounds, and I do have implants (but don't tell anyone) a pair of perfect 34C tits with perpetually hard nipples. Dark ones and very long, like half an inch easily. I never wear a bra and a lot of people like to stare at me, as you can imagine, but that just makes my nipples even harder. My little cock too! She's always being bad, all stiff and dripping precum, and she's a healthy seven inches when she gets angry. Thick too! I have a great little cocky and a pair of smooth, hairless balls between my creamy thighs. My little sperm factories :)))

I'm bisexual, but only with a girl who's really into shemales like myself. I'm not out to trick anyone or play a little game with some lesbian cheerleader and knock her up...Although I do know a lesbian cheerleader and it is tempting cause she keeps hitting on me! She's still in high school though, only seventeen and totally hot. I met her when I started dating her dad, which sounds really weird, but it's true. I like older guys and he's divorced anyway, so don't call me a home wrecker or whatever. He's one of my professors and we hooked up the way students and profs do, you know. He took me out a couple times and on our third date we finally started making out hot and heavy. For an old guy (he's 44 years old) the man could seriously throw down some love! We were all over each other in his living room when he found my surprise.

I'd been trying to keep it a secret and kind of figure out if the Professor would freak out the way guys sometimes do, or if he'd be okay with a hot college coed sporting a big, hard cock. I guess it was a good thing we were both hot and bothered because by the time he got my legs spread and my skirt up, the apocalypse wouldn't have been able to stop us. There was a few seconds of shocked silence followed by a blink and a shrug and then I was pushing the man's head down. If he was going to kick me out of his life forever, well...I'd find out for sure when he came face-to-face with my sexy fuck stick. To my surprise and utter happiness, the professor rolled with it. He opened his mouth and gave me a sweet blowjob right there on the sofa. It wasn't the best I'd ever had, but for a first timer he was pretty okay at it.

I didn't make him swallow my cum or anything, not that first time. I held off and rewarded the man with a nice, slow fuck...Bareback too! Usually I'm pretty careful, but I know I'm clean and I believed the guy after three dates of listening to him tell me about how he hadn't had sex with anyone but his hand since his ex-wife had left some three years previously. So I straddled his thighs, smiling into my professor's eyes as I guided his nice fat cock into my horny asshole, and I rode him for twenty minutes at least! He came quickly, but didn't go soft and I took two hot loads in my shemale pussy before we were done. When he came the second time, that's when I lost it. He was holding my ass and really pumping his cock inside me good while we kissed and breathed and moaned. When he started cumming that second time, my own cocky erupted all over his stomach and chest. It was a real mess, but we didn't care. I sucked the man's tongue while his cock grew soft inside me and finally fell out with a wet plop...Then we took a shower and fucked for real in his bed.

Of course I had to spend the night after that and it was the next morning that I met the professor's daughter. I was in the kitchen looking for a coffee cup and wearing nothing but one of my new boyfriend's dress shirts and a pair of pink panties. I had serious bed head and I was sticky all over and I had an ass full of cum, believe me! What a great way to wake up, huh? Anyway, that's when the little hottie lesbian cheerleader found me and the look in her eyes was unmistakable. At first I figured she'd be a little pissed that I was with her dad, but no. She was smiling, leaning against the open doorway with her arms crossed over her breasts and wearing a blue and gold cheerleader outfit. That auburn hair, long and loose and curling at the ends; those cat green eyes, penetrating and amused and looking me up and down while she licked her pouting lips...This girl was into it. Into other women and right then she was into me!

We talked a little, without giving too much away or a lot of sexy innuendo. Nothing like that. We both acted like it was the most natural thing in the world for some strange young woman to be in the kitchen at eight-thirty on a Saturday morning. I was nervous, sure, but the girl was turning me on too and I really had to work at hiding my shemale charms as my cocky seemed determined to grow right out of my panties if I wasn't careful. The girl had to run off for Saturday cheerleading practice anyway, so that was cool and she left me after just a few minutes. Reluctantly, I think, and I breathed a little sigh of relief and decided to skip coffee and just wake the professor up with a blowjob. A sixty-nine, I decided, since I really needed to get off too after meeting the man's daughter!

I saw her a lot after that, since I was spending two or three nights a week sleeping in the professor's bed...or not sleeping, as the case may be. he was falling in love with me and I found myself lusting after his little girl and I really wanted to find a way to introduce her into our bedroom games. The idea of seeing Daddy fuck his little girl, of him watching me fuck her...of both of us fucking her at the same time, wow! That was something I could really get off on and I'm working hard on making that happen, believe me! Sooner or later, Daddy and me are going to tag-team his hot little cheerleader slut of a daughter and when we do, well, I just might have to marry the man!

In the meantime though, I go to college, hit the clubs, live in a coed dorm and have a lot of fun! I'm not planning on sexual reassignment; I'm more than happy being a shemale like I am. I love my cocky and my balls and I don't really need or want a vagina. I'd only be another girl then. This way, I'm something else entirely. Something special and unique and so long as people like my professor and his daughter are around, I don't need to change. I can do whatever I want and it's all good.

And now you know as much about me as Rachael does!

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Is this turned on?

2008-10-20

There were some problems with the link for this blog appearing at the end of posted stories and I'm hoping that's fixed. I've been posting some information in the blog for "rache" and so you may want to find that if you haven't already and take a look.

What's new??

I'm moving a number of stories from the rache library into the TS Severe library.

So far I moved "TS Wife" which I did some minor editing on, just to make it a bitt less stiff and funner to read. Funner :))

I'm posting "Ashley - Stage Daddy" which I added some 6000 words to last night and so it has the big climax at the end which was missing from the original story.

Others that will be coming are: Don't Ask, Don't Tell, Forty-Seven, Talis, Reasons Until After, TS Neighbors and hmmm...Maybe more, I can't remember.

I'll also be doing more Brandy soon, so stay off the roads!!

Transformed!

The Brandy Universe

Brandy Universe and 2 new chapters

2008-11-02

Since the Brandy soap opera/novel is something I'm doing just for kicks as I find free time (is there such a thing?) I can't promise to continue it. I will continue it, obviously, and my intentions are to write eight hundred chapters, or...at least a few more, you know. But the fact is that it's a story which I don't want to obligate myself to and so I made the decision with the first chapter that all chapters would have to be separate entities.

To that end, I've created a universe on SOL to organize the stories in one easy to find place and I wrote two chapters yesterday (one long one really) and so I'm posting both of those simultaneously today.

Brandy has a small, but loyal following for which I'm grateful and yes, the many requests I've gotten for continuation have not gone unnoticed. I do eventually do everything I want and most of what other people want, but contrary to popular belief I am only one person, and a rather small one at that.

On a related note, for those of you who have visited my various websites and found the content much, radically changed, I have a perfectly good reason for that.

Best always.
T.S.

Rachael's SOL Blog

Read my rache blog...

2008-10-26

I'd repost my little rant here, but she already said it so much better than I ever could. Thanks for all the feedback I'm getting on "Reasons Until After" so far they're running exactly 19:1 in favor!! That's a pretty good ratio and I'm tempted to email myself a happy little note just to make the math easier to figure out!

Anyway, people seem to be enjoying it and I'm gratified because it is just a good read. No matter what you're into, the characters are fun and interesting and it's a story. It's a good, tight story too, with a lot of balance between serious and playful elements to it.

I'm biased, but I'm not wrong about it.

Thanks...see rache's rant just in case you're confused about the difference between people and stories.

rache's blog can be found... Here! http://anarchyforbeginners.blogspot.com/

TS

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2008-11-02

Like all authors, I'm a repressed critic, and since I don't have my own reviewership and Andrew Johns doesn't take personal checks, I'm going to review my Siamese twin sister...Or she reviewed herself and is just too lazy to leave my blog and edit hers. Either way...

Everyone always says, "I'm my own harshest critic." or something to that effect. I don't say it, because I'm kind of biased usually. But the good thing about critiquing my own work is that unlike my harshest critics, I sorta know what I'm talking about.

I critique myself all the time. And not just me, but my stories too! While I write, after I write, when I proof, after I proof, after I post, when I answer emails, later when I'm having a rhum and coke and trying to slip my wedding ring off my toe as nonchalantly as possible…I'm always thinking about the story and wondering what I should have done and why. A story can always be better. Don't forget that.

For some odd reason my best ideas always come too late.

Eventually, however, I forget about that story and write a new one, and then a dozen new ones, and after two years I pretty much forget what the hell it was even about! That's the best time to open a story up and proof it! Not right away! Wait until you think it's someone else's story. The mistakes will jump out at you like drunken Irishmen on St. Patty's Day, believe me. Everyone's Irish when you're spread eagle on the pool table. Its weird.

That makes it the perfect time to do a little review as well…

"Dogsmith" was written by Lisa Pavageau in early 2006 for nevermindwho.com and posted to SOL sometime after the exclusivity rights expired, under the pen name rache. The title is a word I made up for a working title and a better one never occurred to me. I hadn't looked at it since posting and I largely forgot it even existed until the other day when I got an email telling me how good it is.

"Dogsmith?" I wondered. "What the hell is that?"

So I opened it up tonight and started reading, got two paragraphs into it and saw three silly things to be fixed and promptly opened my editor to fix it while I was reading. I'm amazed Bc didn't ask for their money back! So now, at the risk of being a total ass, here's my review of Dogsmith…

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Dogsmith by rache // 10,846 Words // Story#50238 // Posted: 2006-10-23
Synopsis: Lisa wants to join a sorority and all she has to do is complete one last challenge, to get one of her sorority sisters laid. But that could be harder than it sounds, especially since the girl in question is a 5 year old black lab named Sophie.
Codes: MF FF rom 1st coll cons toys beast
QScore: 7.29

Dogsmith


Ahhhh…Bestiality. If it isn't your thing, turn around right now and find something else to entertain you. "Dogsmith" is all about Dog Sex and when it comes to canine love, there are a mere handful of authors who are any good at it. Thankfully, rache is one of them and this story is a little known star in the constellation of Canis Major. It isn't Sirius (the brightest star in the sky) or even serious (a dull star indeed!) but it is a lot of fun and good escapist entertainment for the whole family.

rache begins the story with one of her favorite vehicles, a narrator who is rife with personal problems. Lisa is a college girl trying to get into a sorority and with a wonderful economy of words we understand immediately that she's smart, funny, cynical, jaded, and not just a little bored with life in general. A typical 19 year old, away from home for the first time, but somehow still plugged into her adolescence through an emotional umbilical that she detests. Sound familiar?

The obvious conflict in the story is announced with the first words out of her mouth, as Lisa wonders if she'll be accepted into the sorority or not. But we know rache and if there's one thing she loves, it's misdirection, and so we won't be surprised later when other issues arise to complicate the situation and push the plot towards an unexpected resolution.

What is the plot? In a nutshell, Lisa is challenged to get the sorority mascot, a five year old black lab named Sophie, laid by a member of the Alpha-Omega Fraternity. She has to get it on video for viewing at her initiation and therein lies the rub. How does she talk a college boy into not only fucking a dog, but letting Lisa make a movie of it?

Hmmm…That's a toughie.

The Lisa character is like most of rache's narrators, well developed and likable and living in a universe just half a step off from ours. Everything she says and does may not be completely believable if taken separately, but in context Lisa works wonderfully. The dialogue and Lisa's narration into her thoughts and emotions are smooth and deceptively simple, and by the time the first (and very unlikely) sex scene rolls around we're there. We see the world through her eyes and it somehow makes sense.

I love how she does that and I wish I knew the secret.

The other main character, a young man named Michael, is not nearly so well developed and it's with him that I have to raise my only real issue with the story. As Lisa plans to seduce the boy into having sex with Sophie, she begins to fall in love with him, and while that's made clear, we don't get enough of the character to understand the attraction, in my opinion. I think one more good dialogue scene would have added a lot to Michael's character, but that might just be some knit-picking on my part…He does read her two poems, after all, and while it isn't Shakespeare, even the worst prose given from the heart is a pretty big kick for a closet romantic like Lisa.

The sex. This is good stuff if you're into bestiality, because we get some hot scenes with more than the usual male dog slipping the bone to a girl ho-hum doggy style.

Dogsmith gives us a lesbian threesome involving Lisa, her roommate, and Sophie. Another scene with a large male dog spoiling Lisa completely. And finally Michael with Sophie while Lisa watches. That's a lot of sex in a small package, but who's complaining?

The scenes aren't terribly long and not entirely written for stroke, but even so, they are stimulating and very enjoyable. The scene between Lisa and Michael's dog, Stein, is an over the top fun fest, but we can forgive Lisa for that as she was doubtless recalling her experience through the rosy lens of orgasmic ecstasy. It's great sex and combined with the other elements, it's the reason this story is a standout in the bestiality genre.

Technically…Spelling and grammar in the updated version are as well done as we're likely to find in an amateur online story. The characters are well crafted; the narration is absorbing and full of rache's quirky humor. The plot is over-the-top, or so it seems, but with a small twist at the end which so many readers have commented on in the past. "Why didn't I think of that?" being the most common response and it's simple…We don't think of it because Lisa didn't think of it and that's proof of immersion, suspension of belief, and rache should take it as a compliment.

It isn't her best story, but rache has given us something far better than a lot of the mundane bestiality we come across on the internet and if you love dogs like I do…Yeah, this one is for you, baby!

My ratings?

Technical: 9 Plot: 9 Appeal: 10 Stroke: 8

Super Luigi...

Note: Brandy

About Brandy

2008-11-30

Hi, okay I have four chapters of Brandy done now and I suppose this is a good time to kick back and talk about her. Some people like to know what's going on in an author's head, some people don't. What's going on in my head is this...

Brandy is basically the same character as "Pissy" from the novella by the same name that rache wrote last year. A college girl who is fundamentally different from the people around her. When Pissy got to college, she immediately came out of the closet as it were and made no secret of the fact that she has a major fetish for watersports. I loved that character. She was open and cute and completely charming with a sense of innocence...I waned to know her. Hell, I wanted to be her and I suppose a lot of the character was based on myself and my own college experience in the sense that I look back on it and think, "If I'd had real balls, I would have just been myself from day one." I'd have been a loud and proud lesbian, is what I'm saying. But I was 18 and so far in the closet it wasn't funny. I had a boyfriend I hated and I didn't really like myself very much, I'd picked my university based on distance from everyone I knew, blah bla blah...But I didn't take advantage of it the way Pissy does.

Anyway, so that was my wishful thinking and my what-if story and I took Pissy and turned her into a budding pre-op transsexual and renamed her Brandy. She comes out of the closet with her true sexuality as soon as she steps on campus. She's naive and totally fearless the way only superheroes and small children can be. She's the best part of humanity and that's how I'm approaching the character and the story. Brandy is Superman who takes off the disguise after wearing it for 18 years straight and now she's determined never to put it back on.

Maybe all that sounds kinda too serious, a little on the heavy side, but that's what I'm trying to say beneath all the fun. The obvious elements in the story are hopefully what most readers focus on and everything else is just sorta subliminal. :) As I mentioned before in other notes, Brandy is more or less my little transgender soap opera. I have chapter 5 in mind right now and I'll write it soon. Basically that will cover her night out with Stu and what's going on there. Every girl needs a brother figure in her life and Stu is it, but you know what they say: Incest is Best and Stu is doubtlessly interested in Brandy, just as she's expressed her own interest in him. We'll have to see how it goes.

And that's it for the background stuff. Thanks.

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Another shot of Brandy

2008-08-30

Yeah, I got a lot of emails...Relatively speaking, because the transgender fanbase is somewhat smaller than it is for other themes. I was very pleased with the response and so I wrote another chapter this morning and just submitted it.

This isn't some kind of veiled plea for feedback, but it does illustrate the point that it's a lot easier to get motivated with some friendly pushing. I'm sure every author here would share that sentiment.

And anyway, so I'm just kinda on cruise control. I guess Brandy stories will be about 7.5K words long and that's a pretty good length, very author friendly. I can do that before lunch and it frees me up for other things. I have no real plot yet, but the characters are firming up. So that's nice. I'm having fun.

Bye!

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Brandy

2008-08-25

I've been getting the short end of the stick because rache keeps stealing my stories...So much for organizing, huh? But I did get to keep one, largely because it's probably the first chapter of a much longer tale.

Brandy is a fun little read. I started it, oh...A month ago? But then "Girl Fag" totally derailed everything else I was doing, including Brandy. Thankfully, after writing 7 chapters back-to-back, even rache needs to recharge her batteries. So setting GF aside, we picked up Brandy and cranked it out last night.

If this post makes zero sense to you...Then I'm kind of grinning. If does make sense, well, that's cool too. I'm trying to remember my ASSTR password right now so I can update my web site...What a pain! It isn't 'rosebud'???? shoot.

Making A Cum Hungry Cock Slut

Note: Twenty-Five Pairs

About "25 Pairs" and Sequel Info

2008-12-03

WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS - read 25 Pairs first and then come back and read this.

This is probably a good place and time to post author's notes on 25 Pairs, which is one of my better stories and completely accidental, believe me. I started writing it as a basic bit of transgender fluff. I wrote the first five chapters and I was using the strange DNA and gene splicing vehicle to provide an excuse for the main character's existence. What was really weird was how popular those first 5 chapters were on SOL with the readership. Generally my TG stories get relatively few downloads and mediocre scores just because most people aren't into transsexuals and some idiots go out of their way to spank an author who dares post such stories with low scores. But 25 Pairs had a lot of downloads, was on over a hundred "Favorite Lists" and scoring pretty well.

That pissed me off.

I'll admit I'm not exactly the most rational person under the best circumstances, but when I see a story take off for no good reason after a half-dozen other stories got kicked and bloodied if not completely ignored, well...It pissed me off. So I pulled the story. That was really stupid, taking a story down because it's too popular. Duh! Slap me. But the good thing was that I decided if I was going to put it back up, the story was going to have to take a huge left turn and become something completely unexpected. Something new and interesting that I could "punish" readers with. They think they're getting fluff? Fuck them, I'm going to go serious with it. So I did.

I killed the parents. Bam! Whacked them with an airplane and that was tough because I liked Jen's parents a lot. I introduced the evil, shadowy government that was controlling Jen's life (and maybe everyone else's) in the form of the enigmatic Mr. Fox. Introduced the anti-Jen and the Farm and a whole bunch of other characters, one after another and nobody was safe. That was cool. After killing the parents, I could kill anyone, and so I did that too. I used a lot of foreshadowing to good effect, used a lot of hard science that required quite a bit of research, and basically wrote off the cuff. I had no real idea of where the story was going while I wrote, it all just happened and that's a bad way to do it.

Thankfully, I have enough talent, or skill, or plain dumb luck to get away with it. There are a lot of holes in my plot, unfortunately, or maybe not so much holes as inconsistencies and points which aren't adequately explained. I don't think they detract from the story, however, and I'm pretty happy with the results. It is a very serious bit of work, more than I probably want to admit aloud, but it is. I worked very hard on it from a creative standpoint, trying new techniques and a different style of storytelling than anything I'd ever attempted before. I learned a lot from the experience and I'm eager to write a sequel just to try it again.

In many ways, 25 Pairs is my best story to date and that's kind of scary when I look at writing a sequel. I want to follow it up with something better and soon I'll be looking at that and trying to find a way to write a story with that same spontaneous energy, but with a lot more planning and forethought. I'm really bad at planning stuff; execution is my forte. I've already started working on it though and I wrote a rough and quick prologue just to give my head a starting point and it's called...

The Shoulders of Orion
(Twenty Five Pairs - Book Two Teaser)

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Story Codes: Romance, Science Fiction

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Prologue

Harden, Utah - Branford, Texas
2033

I only saw my father cry once, but I know he did it more than that. I was seven years old and he would watch the sky at night, sitting on the front porch. Sometimes my mom would sit with him, sometimes not. He liked to look up and once in awhile he would tell me stories about a girl who went to Mars. But mostly Daddy was quiet and a little sad, it seemed to me, but he promised me that he wasn't.

"I'm just waitin', that's all," he said and I was on his lap, warm and safe in Daddy's strong arms.

"Waitin' for what, Daddy?" I wondered, blinking my blue eyes at him and he just shrugged, stroking a bit of long blonde hair out of my face as the breeze came up like it does sometimes in Harden.

"You think there's trees on Mars?" he wondered and I giggled because sometimes he would ask me silly things like that.

"There ain't no trees on Mars," I shook my head, cause everybody knows that.

"Hmph," Daddy grunted cause he was a lumberjack, except he really wasn't. But Daddy liked to say he was. "Somebody oughta go up there and plant some."

"All right, Natalie," Mom stuck her head out the screen door. "Let's go brush our teeth."

"But the moon ain't even up yet," I frowned and I wanted to sit awhile more, but Daddy was already putting me down, sliding me off his lap gently.

"It's up somewheres, Nat," he grinned and pulled me close for a goodnight kiss. "I love you."

"Goodnight, Daddy." I kissed his lips and he gave my butt a little push.

Mom held the door for me and while my dad was big and strong and the most handsome man alive, with short brown hair and the softest brown eyes you ever saw, she was different. Mom was small and pretty, with black hair to her shoulders, pulled back most often, and dark eyes to go with her caramel skin. Her name was Rio cause she was from Puerto Rico and I looked like her a bit, with my own brown skin and the same pert little nose, but the rest of me was different. I didn't know where I got my blonde hair or my blue eyes from, and Mom and Dad just shrugged if I happened to ask about it.

They thought I was too smart sometimes and maybe I was. I'd started kindergarten when I was four and then skipped a few grades. By the time I was seven, I'd skipped a bunch of grades and it wasn't very much fun being the only seven year old in eighth grade, I'll tell you that much. I coulda skipped a couple more, probably, but I made sure I got some answers wrong on my math tests and stuff like that. I think my Daddy suspected though because he'd tease me about pretending I wasn't as smart as I was.

It wasn't my fault school was too easy. They shoulda made it harder if they wanted somebody to learn something. Mostly I just taught myself stuff and that was fun, but kinda boring too.

"Did you do your homework, Natalie?" Mom asked me like she did most nights and sometimes I saved a little, just cause I knew she liked to help me with it.

"I did it on the bus," I said, climbing the stairs.

"Oh," she nodded. "Okay."

"Mom, what's Daddy waiting for?" I asked her.

"Well, he's waiting for a friend to come home," Mom said slowly. "Why?"

"Just wondered," I shrugged, going towards the bathroom. "Where's his friend at?"

"She went on a trip," Mom said, leaning against the open door, watching me.

"Did she go to Mars?" I asked.

"Mars?" Mom laughed and shook her head. "No, she didn't go there."

"It's a secret, huh?" I looked at my mom and she narrowed her eyes.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean, how come you don't wanna tell me about her?" I put some toothpaste on my toothbrush.

"It's not a secret, it's just…complicated," Mom sighed and I could tell she wanted to tell me.

"You're waiting for her too, huh?" I asked.

"Hurry up and brush your teeth, you have school tomorrow," Mom said and I knew I was right, but Mom was wrong. There wasn't any school the next day, we just didn't know it yet. Nobody did.

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I sorta figured asking about Daddy's friend would get them talking and it did. My mom and dad were totally predictable, if you paid attention to them and thought about it some.

Sometimes I thought everything everywhere ought to be predictable. I mean, if a person just had enough facts it should be pretty easy and I thought about that a lot, it was one of my favorite daydreams in school. How you could look at the whole world and what it was doing right then, think about it hard, and know what was gonna happen in a year or two. Not the next day, that was impossible, but after enough time had gone by…Yeah, you could do it. Probably you could do it with the whole universe, but that seems pretty big when you're just seven years old. I figured I'd better just start with the earth until I was a little older.

"She was asking again," my mom said, joining my dad on the front porch. I was in their bed, since it was right there above the porch, and with the windows open I could hear them just fine.

"About Jen?" Daddy sighed. "Yeah."

"We have to tell her, Josh." Mom was sitting on the swing bench and it creaked softly. "Maybe we should have told her from the start."

"Maybe," Daddy agreed. "I just couldn't ever think of a way."

"Me neither," Mom laughed lightly. "Come here, sit with me now before the baby wakes up again."

"Nah, he's a good boy," Daddy was moving, sitting down with Mom and putting his arm around her. "She should have been back already. It's been too long."

"She'll be back," Mom decided, but there was something in her voice, like she wasn't sure. "You need a haircut."

"Hmmm," Daddy chuckled and they were quiet for a little bit and I almost fell asleep.

"I got another call from the school," Mom said.

"Yeah? What do they want now?"

"They want to let Natalie try tenth grade," Mom told him. "I said no."

"She doesn't have any friends as it is." Daddy cleared his throat.

"I told them no," Mom repeated. "She's only been in eighth grade for a month."

"She got Jen's brains," Daddy laughed softly. "We have to do something, she needs a real school."

"I know," Mom said.

"We should have been smarter than this," Daddy sighed and thought for a minute. "We'll tell her. Jen's coming home soon, any day now, right? Natalie has to know."

"Yeah," Mommy said. "She does."

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"…Challenger returned early this morning, around three forty Eastern Standard Time. Initial reports indicate that all eight astronauts are safe and in good health and NASA has scheduled a press conference for one o'clock this afternoon…"

The television was on when I came downstairs for breakfast and Mom and Dad were in the front parlor, smiling like it was Christmas. They sat close together on the sofa, on the edge of it, leaning forward and Daddy was holding my mom's hands in his. They just looked at each other mostly and then at me and I could see Mom was crying, but she wasn't sad, not at all. She was as happy as I've ever seen her in my life.

"What?" I gave them a funny look.

"Nat, come here!" Daddy smiled at me, holding his left arm out for me and I was a little confused, since it was a Thursday. I was supposed to be eating some breakfast, getting ready for school. Daddy was supposed to be going to the lumber mill.

"What is it?" I asked.

"…Shuttle Icarus will dock with the Challenger in about an hour and transfer the eight astronauts to the International Space Station for three days of observation before returning them to earth. These are live pictures of the Challenger, which once again, has returned after nearly eight years…"

"It's back, huh?" I let Daddy hug me, pulling me close to him and Mom was reaching for me too.

Her cheeks were wet and she just stroked my chest and tummy through my nightgown, looking at me and blinking hard. I wasn't really sure why they were acting this way. Everyone knew about the Challenger and how it went to another planet and everything. I couldn't tell you who was on it or anything, since it had left before I was even born and so it kinda didn't really exist for me, you know? I never really cared very much about that stuff, but I did now, because I could see it and that was sorta neat.

"She's back," Daddy agreed and he was kissing me.

"That's where your friend went?" I giggled as Daddy pulled me onto his lap and that was always nice. My favorite place.

"Your Daddy's friend, our friend…" Mom looked at me "…is one of the astronauts."

"Her name is Jennifer Pinchbeck," Daddy was looking at me and I kind of blinked at him.

"That's my name!" I laughed, because my full name is Natalie Pinchbeck Sinclair. "Pinchbeck, like me?"

"Natalie, Jennifer is…" Dad paused and glanced at my mom.

"She's your father, Nat," Mom smiled.

"Um…" I laughed, since there were so many things wrong with that sentence I didn't really know where to start.

"It's kind of complicated," Dad smiled. "Jen isn't like…other people."

"But you're my dad," I grinned at him. "Right?"

"I'm your dad, yeah," he nodded. "But Jen…Jennifer, is your biological father. I mean, she's…"

"I know about where babies come from, Dad," I giggled and he looked surprised.

"But you're only seven," he looked at Mommy and she shrugged.

"It was in a library book," I grinned at him. "The physiology one. It was kinda weird."

"Uh…right. Physiology." Daddy was frowning. "I'm forty-one and I don't even know what that word means."

"Never mind," Mom giggled. "Jen made a baby inside me because we love her. Your daddy and I both do and we wanted to keep some of her with us."

"You mean me?" I listened carefully, thinking about it hard.

"Yeah, you!" Mommy laughed. "That's why you have that beautiful blonde hair and those big blue eyes…"

"And all those questions all the time," Daddy chuckled, giving me a little tickle so I'd laugh too.

"We have a lot of stuff," Mom was thinking hard too. "Oh, Nat! There's so much I want to show you."

"We should have told you before," Dad said. "Jen's going to love you so much."

"Let me get some pictures out, God!" Mom was giggling and leaving us and I watched her go.

"If she's a girl though, how did she make me inside Mom?" I turned back to look at my dad. "I think only a man can do that, right?"

"Ahhh…" Dad nodded. "That's a good question and, hmmm…I think when Jen gets here, she can explain, okay? She's the doctor."

"She's coming here?" I smiled at him. "You think she got some space rocks for me?"

"I don't know, Nat," Daddy hugged me again.

"You're still my dad, right?" I looked at him closely. "I mean, even if you didn't put me in Mommy…I don't want another dad."

"I'll always be your dad," he kissed my hair. "You're stuck with me now. But you're gonna have two moms, Nat. Think you can handle that?"

"She's really smart, isn't she?" I asked, not ignoring my dad's question, but answering a different way.

"Why are you askin' me that?" Daddy grinned at me.

"I heard you talking," I shrugged. "Last night. Do I have to go to tenth grade?"

"I don't think so," Dad laughed. "Jen will probably have some ideas about your schooling. She skipped a bunch of grades herself, and then she used to be a teacher for awhile, up at Harvard."

"Really?" I widened my eyes a little. "She must be really smart then."

"Smartest girl in the world, Nat," Daddy sighed happily.

"Prettiest one too!" Mom was back, carrying a cardboard box and she put it on the floor in front of us.

"It feels like Christmas!" I giggled, watching Mommy open it.

"Yeah, it does, baby," Daddy laughed, kissing me again.

"Here's your mom…er, dad…um…" Mom giggled. "This is Jen."

Mom was handing me an old Time magazine with a picture of a woman on the cover. She was blonde, like me, and her eyes were intensely blue. Not bright, or even friendly really, but intense and she was staring right at me. She was beautiful too, like a movie star or something, but she had little wrinkles around her eyes. I looked at that magazine closely and she was Dr. Jennifer Herleen Pinchbeck.

"For Rio, My Best Friend and Guardian Angel, Love always, Jennifer Pinchbeck," I read the autograph and grinned at my mom. "That's you!"

"Yeah," Mom was crying again. "Look…Your daddy's in there too."

Mom had removed it from the plastic and now she was flipping through the magazine carefully, like it was precious to her, and I suppose it was.

"See? There they are together."

Mom was showing me a big photo and there was my dad in a tuxedo and the woman in a really small red dress, a tight one too, and they looked so good together. I wondered if it made my mom jealous, but I didn't think so. She seemed pretty proud of it.

"Who's that guy?" I wondered, pointing at the man they were talking to.

"That's the President," Daddy chuckled. "The old one. I thought you knew everything?"

"Dad!" I laughed. "It says Dr. Pinchbeck and her…feeancy?"

"Fiancé," Mom smiled.

"Oh," I shrugged. "…her fiancé, Joshua Sinclair at the White House Farewell Dinner." I looked at my dad. "That means getting married, right?"

"You know what fiancé means?" he looked surprised.

"Yeah," I laughed. "I just didn't know how to spell it. I heard of it."

"Your dad is going to marry Jenny when she gets here," Mom said and she didn't sound anything but happy about it.

"But I thought you guys were married," I frowned, looking between the only two parents I'd ever had.

"Uh, no…" Daddy cleared his throat. "We're not married, Nat. We love each other…"

"We love each other as much as anyone can," Mom agreed, putting a hand on my dad's leg and stroking him, and he was smiling at her. "We love Jen too though and I'm going to be just as happy for her as I would be if it was me, I promise."

"Your mom isn't going anywhere anyway," Daddy said. "It's like…we're all married, kinda."

"Kinda," Mommy laughed. "Here, look…This is Jen's Nobel Prize."

She was opening a polished wooden box, a nice one and large too, and inside there was a big golden medal. It was beautiful and amazing, and I swallowed hard because I knew what a Nobel Prize was and if my…whatever she was…if the woman had one of those…

"I told you Jen's smart," Daddy grinned and I just nodded. "Rich too, they gave her almost two million dollars to go with it."

"Josh!" Mom rolled her eyes.

"What?" he chuckled. "They did. It's just been sitting in the bank. Plus eight years of paychecks from NASA and the patents for her medical work…"

"She signed the patents out to public domain, dear," Rio giggled. "Sorry, we're not that rich."

"She did?" Daddy sighed. "I guess I won't close the mill after all."

"Oh stop!" Mommy giggled. "Here…This is Jen with, um, oh…The Secretary General of the United Nations. And here she is in Africa, it says, and…"

"Who's that guy?" I wondered, pointing at a man Jen was standing next to. He had long blonde hair, sorta tangled and he was smiling, looking pretty, I thought, like an angel except he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

"Oh, uh…" Mom took the photo and turned it over. "Cory Schiller in 2023 looks like? Doctor handwriting," she rolled her eyes.

"Who's he?" I asked, taking the photo back and looking at it. They looked really happy in it.

"I'm not sure," Mom shrugged. "Your dad…other mom…" she giggled "…Jen has a lot of friends."

"Everybody loves Jen," Daddy agreed with a happy sigh.

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"NASA should be calling soon," Mom was frowning, looking at the phone and speaking softly to my dad while I looked through the box.

"You think?" Dad wondered and they were standing apart from me while the television droned, showing the same things over and over.

"Yeah," Mom told him. "Jen made a list of who she wanted there when she got back, me and you are on it. Jeffrey Palmer. Dana, Jen's sister, and her family…"

"Well, NASA is probably a little busy," Daddy said. "They're just getting to the space station now. They still have three days."

"They're never too busy for public relations, dear," Mom laughed, but it was a nervous one. "It's in a binder someplace."

"Well…"

"Maybe I should call them." Mom looked at the phone again and then she glanced at me, catching me watching them and I looked down quickly. I was looking through a bunch of framed photos and diplomas, stuff like that.

"Rio, it's okay," Daddy hugged her. "They're back, just let NASA do their job and it'll be fine."

It wasn't fine though and we found out why the phone wasn't ringing a little after seven o'clock that night when the President got on television.

"…we have learned so often before, our triumphs often demand a terrible price. This evening it is my sad duty to inform you that once again that price has been paid with American blood upon a distant shore. Doctor Jennifer Pinchbeck took upon herself the noble burden of self-sacrifice, making for us all a gift of her courage and strength. In the brilliant glow of mankind's greatest scientific achievement, we must never forget that technology does not suffice nor comfort nor extend our reach, so far as the human the spirit."

There was more, but that was enough and that's the only time I saw my father cry.

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Westin closed the folder he'd been looking though, the Nielson file, and this wasn't a small risk by any means. He and Nielson had once been nearly the same age, but relativity had distanced the two men by nearly eight years. Lost time that had drawn the enemy that much closer and the unexpected loss of Dr. Pinchbeck…Fifteen years of planning had come unraveled and Westin could not discern the reasons, and that frightened him.

"Doctor Nielson, thank you so much for coming," Tom Westin said. His smile was congenial but his eyes were not. They were cold and dark and Arthur Nielson didn't care for them very much.

"Did I have a choice?" Nielson asked rhetorically, giving the room a wary look. It was the commissioned officers mess at Branford Airbase in central Texas, where the shuttle Icarus had landed just two days before with its payload of seven astronauts.

"You look tired, sit down," Westin gestured and the cafeteria was large and silent and empty of people.

"I'm still getting used to the gravity," Nielson said, frowning as he didn't wish to make excuses.

"Of course you are, Doctor," Westin said and then he looked at the two large men who had escorted Nielson from his room at the VIP quarters. "Give us a few minutes."

"Yes sir," one of them said as Nielson did take a seat, sitting across from the older man.

They'd met once, briefly at the White House some four months previously by Nielson's clock. He had to remind himself that it had been eight years for Westin and now the man was in his mid-fifties. Still fit, though, still full of confident arrogance, and Westin was still the President's National Security Advisor. Nielson had been warned about him, but he hadn't taken such things seriously…until now.

"How did Dr. Pinchbeck die…" Westin's dark eyes stared into Nielson's "…exactly?"

"It's in the report," Nielson said, clearing his throat. "The debriefing."

When the other man didn't respond, Nielson sighed. "We had a malfunction; one of the radar transceivers was bad. She was working on it and her tether became entangled. It snapped and…Jen couldn't make it back."

"I wasn't aware that it was her job to fix the radar, Doctor," Westin said.

"We were working in shifts," Nielson cleared his throat. "The radiation, you see. We had to limit our exposure and…"

"And the breakpoint of an EVA tether is twelve hundred foot pounds, did you know that?" Westin tilted his head. "I didn't. I had to look it up."

"Her tether snapped," Nielson repeated, feeling his face growing warm and he dared not look away from the man.

"That's your story," Westin sighed, "and of course, we don't have what's left of the tether to examine, do we? What happened to that, I wonder?"

"It was jettisoned," Nielson said softly.

"Jettisoned," Westin nodded and narrowed his eyes, "along with the PK virus?"

"That's what this is about?" Nielson sat back in his chair. "You don't care what happened to Jen, you just want the virus."

"Oh, quite the contrary, Doctor," Westin said slowly. "I care a great deal about what happened to her. That's why I want the truth. Losing her, someone like Doctor Pinchbeck, it raises a lot of questions."

"I don't understand."

"Questions that only you can answer, Doctor Nielson," Westin was no longer smiling.

"I've told you all I know."

"Have you?" Westin leaned forward as if confiding a secret. "You haven't told me why, Doctor."

"Why?" Nielson blinked.

"Why she was murdered," Westin said. "Dr. Pinchbeck was murdered, wasn't she? Someone killed her and the rest of you are covering it up, now why is that? Who are you working for?"

"That's…preposterous!" Nielson stared at the man, his face reddening noticeably.

"Is it any more preposterous than this story about her tether breaking?" Westin clucked his tongue. "Don't worry, Doctor Nielson, we'll have plenty of time to get to the truth of it while you recover."

"Recover?"

"From your stroke," Westin said. "The excitement and strain of returning to earth's gravity can be hard on a man your age, or so I understand."

"What are you talking about?" Nielson began to rise and just then one of Westin's men pressed an electric stun gun against the back of the doctor's neck. Nielson jerked upright in his seat for a moment and then pitched forward onto the table in front of Westin.

"The ambulance is waiting, sir," the other man said.

"Get him out of here," Westin nodded, sitting back as his two men manhandled Nielson's limp form out of the deserted cafeteria.

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"What is it, Daddy?" I asked, because I'd been wondering since getting home from school.

"Not sure," he turned the envelope over in his hands. It was big and thick and postmarked some four days ago. Mail was kinda slow, even though Utah wasn't all that far from Texas, and that was where it had come from.

"Natalie?" Mom called me. "Wash up for supper now."

"Kay, Mom!" I answered automatically. "Open it, Dad."

"Okay," he shrugged and he wasn't in much of a mood after the news about his friend Jennifer. I didn't blame him, or Mom either, because she was very sad too. They spent a lot of time together, not saying anything, just…together and I didn't know how to act around them really.

Inside the envelope was a packet of typed pages, like a manuscript for a book or something. There were a lot of pages and Daddy flipped through them quickly with his thumb. There was a little note as well, taped to the first page.

"Josh, Jen wanted me to deliver this to you," Daddy read it slowly. "Sorry I can't bring it in person, I'm not sure it's safe…"

"What's that mean?" I wondered, leaning over and trying to read the note for myself.

"…This will explain much. My sincere condolences. Arthur Nielson," Daddy finished reading and he didn't have an answer to my question.

"He's one of the astronauts," I said. "Right? He's the one who got sick."

It had been on the news, how one of the astronauts had a stroke and was in the hospital after coming back from space. They said he was in a coma and might not ever wake up, so some people were saying the Challenger was cursed and stuff like that. I didn't know, but it seemed pretty obvious that Dr. Nielson must have been in a real hurry to get that package to my dad.

"Yeah, I think so, um…" Dad nodded and then he started reading. "Moving to Harden Utah was just about the weirdest thing that ever happened to me. The whole thing, I mean. We moved a lot anyway, since my dad worked for the government, so I was kinda used to..."

Daddy stopped reading and then he was flipping through the pages, reading a paragraph here and another there. I didn't say anything, I just watched him. I'd never seen my dad look at anything so seriously before.

"Nat? Where are you? Natalie…oh…" Mom blinked at Daddy for a second. "What is it, Josh?"

"It's a…" he looked up at her "…letter."

"A letter?" Mom wondered.

"From Jen," Dad nodded. "Natalie, go get ready for supper."

"What's it say, Dad?" I asked, but he wanted to talk to Mom alone.

"Go on now," he said. "I'll tell you about it later."

"Alright" I made a face and Mom held the door open for me, watching to make sure I went towards the bathroom and didn't just hide around the corner and try to listen.

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"What are you doing?" My mom looked at me, or rather she looked at the mess around me. "What is all that?"

"Jen's notes," I said, looking up from my computer where I was taking notes of my own. I'd read my Daddy's letter and I knew who I was now. The time for pretending was over. "I've decided what I'm going to do."

"Natalie, I had these put away!" Mom frowned at me.

"I'm going to be a doctor," I told her. "A geneticist, I think."

"You're only seven," Mom bent down, gathering up some papers. "These are…Where did these come from?"

"Or maybe a virologist," I shrugged. "I haven't decided. You should see the stuff Jen was doing. I mean, just her ideas…"

"This is Top Secret!" Mom was looking at the big red classification stamps on some of the papers.

"Yeah," I giggled. "Pretty cool, huh? She made copies of all her files, all the stuff she had, and gave them to you. Didn't you know that?"

"No, I never really looked." Mom swallowed hard and the boxes were marked 'personal' but I'd sorta ignored that. "We…We're not supposed to have this. Natalie…Don't be looking at it!"

"She was saving it for me," I said and that was what I'd figured out so far, it was the only thing that made sense.

"What do you mean?" Mom was gathering papers.

"Hey! I got those sorted," I frowned. "Mom!"

"Natalie, Jen wasn't supposed to keep these." Mom was giving up, confused and a little scared. She sat down on my bed.

"She wasn't coming back," I said. "She never was. See? Her diary is here, she says the secret's in her. She's the secret. The terrible secret. I mean, she says it over and over, in different ways and in different places, but she knew."

"Natalie, you don't know what that means," Mom sighed. "Just, let's put all this away and…"

"No, this is all Jen. It's here, who she was. What she was. All her medical files." I looked around. "I don't know what it all means and some of it is somebody else's too, that Ronald guy from her letter, did you know him?"

"No," Mom shook her head.

"Well, whoever he was, he had the secret too," I said. "So Jen was saving this stuff, but not for herself."

It seemed pretty obvious to me, but I guess Mom was a little too worried to see it. Jen had left everything behind for a reason. She hadn't destroyed it and she wasn't coming back. I read everything I could about her, in the library, on the internet, wherever. I'd studied Jennifer Pinchbeck and I knew a lot about her. I had her letter and now I had her personal files, and that was telling me even more. She'd left clues too, really clever ones that nobody would figure out unless they were like her. Unless they had the secret too and I was her daughter. I hadn't worked it all out yet, but now I knew it was there and that changed everything.

I had a lot of work to do if I was going to catch up!

"We need to put this away, alright?" Mom was biting her lip. "We'll talk to your father about it. This was…I didn't know about this."

"I'm going to go to Johns Hopkins," I told mom. "I already wrote them a letter."

"You did?" Mom blinked at me.

"I can't stay here, Mom!" I laughed. "I could graduate high school tomorrow and you know it. I'll talk to the principal on Monday."

"I know," she frowned and we looked at each other for a minute before I got up, stepping carefully over the papers.

"I'm sorry I'm too smart," I hugged her. "I wish I wasn't, but…"

"You're just a little girl," Mom held me tight.

"Only on the outside, Mommy." I kissed her hair and then the baby was crying.

"Oh, March…" Mom sighed and I giggled.

"He's hungry," I said, letting her go.

"He's a little pig," she laughed and I think Mom wanted to cry again, probably because Jen was lying all around us like pale autumn leaves.

I took the papers Mom was still holding and she had to go feed my little brother. He was only six months old and that had been another long cry for my mom. She'd wanted Jen to see the baby so badly, and so did my dad. March would have been like a little welcome home present, which seems strange, but after reading Jen's letter, I understood how happy it would have made her. My biological father was a special woman in every way you can imagine.

Johns Hopkins would take me. I'd apply to other places, MIT and Harvard, schools like that, but Hopkins was the one who would get me. Especially once they found out I was the daughter of Jennifer Pinchbeck. That was where Jen had gone to school, getting her medical degree at seventeen and her PhD in biochemistry at eighteen. If it was good enough for her, it was good enough for me. I'd graduate medical school when I was thirteen probably, if it was really hard like I hoped it was. I'd beat her by four years and that made me giggle.

The hard part would be talking my dad into letting me go. Ever since he'd found out Jen hadn't come back, he'd been a little over-protective. He even called me Jen sometimes, but only in a dim light when I surprised him. Dad said I looked just like her, except my skin was brown like I had a year round tan all over my body. He said I was going to be even more beautiful than Jen was when I grew up, but probably all dad's say that. You can't be beautiful when you're just seven though, everybody knows that. I was only pretty.

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"Shhhh…"

"The devil…Who are you now?" Arthur Nielson frowned at the shadow hovering over his hospital bed and he tried to lift his arms as he always did when he awoke, but he was still strapped down.

"You have a secret," a voice said, soft and deep like a young man's, but vaguely feminine and almost playful, which annoyed Nielson even more than he already was.

"I've told you everything," the man replied. "You can't do this to me! Let me go!"

"You have to relax," the shadow reached for a light switch on the wall. "Watch your eyes."

Nielson blinked as the fluorescent light mounted above his bed flickered brightly and finally came to life. The shadow was transformed into a woman...no, a man, Nielson decided as he blinked rapidly, a beautiful man which made little sense to him. He was young, barely out of his teens, with long black hair falling loose around his face. He was pretty, that was the word for it, like a Grecian youth out of a Renaissance painting, the boy was perfect and somehow familiar. But it was the eyes that jerked the Doctor's head off his pillow. They were unmistakable.

"Who are you?" Nielson breathed, his heart beating suddenly faster with fear and excitement.

"What did she tell you?" the boy asked gently, sitting on the bed and he was wearing green scrubs and a white smock, but the hospital badge clipped to the breast pocket wasn't his. The picture was of someone else, a dark haired nurse perhaps, Nielson couldn't tell.

"Who?" Nielson licked his lips.

"You know who," the boy smiled. "She wouldn't have left without a message, Arthur. They always leave a note, where is it?"

"I don't know what you mean," Nielson shook his head and he'd kept this secret for nearly three days, despite Westin's cautious efforts to get it out of him. This was a new ploy, a new trick, and Nielson glanced at his IV, but it was mere saline and the drip was shut off. He wasn't drugged, he thought. Maybe.

"They're going to find out," the boy said sadly and those eyes wouldn't leave Nielson's, even as a delicate hand reached for his face, stroking the doctor gently. "We don't want that, do we, Arthur?"

"Who are you?" Nielson asked again, feeling his body warming noticeably, his heart palpitating and the air caught in his lungs. He realized with some embarrassment that he had an erection and the boy was moving his hand down, across Nielson's chest, reaching for the obvious rise beneath the bed sheet.

"I can free you," the boy whispered. "After you tell me. I'll keep the secret for you, Arthur."

"You mean…kill me," Nielson swallowed thickly and a moan escaped his lips as he felt the pressure of a soft hand encircling him through the thin cotton.

"They'll never let you go now," the boy said with a sigh. "They'll hurt you when they run out of patience, and you'll tell them what they want to know. Everyone does."

Nielson saw the sadness in the boy's face and the eyes softened with his beautiful features, his lips turning down, and it was a look Nielson had seen before. He was drugged, Nielson thought, but not by any man-made chemical, he'd felt this before and many times. The almost irresistible urge to love her physically, emotionally, it was unexplained and unfair and Nielson had missed her presence immediately. They'd all suffered on the lonely trip home, but perhaps himself most of all.

"You have her eyes," Nielson said, feeling his orgasm growing deep in his gut as the boy squeezed the older man's penis gently, tugging at it through the sheets.

"I know," the boy agreed. "I've seen her pictures. What did she want to tell me, Arthur?"

"There was a…letter," Nielson said softly, glancing at the closed door. "For Josh. Her fiancé. She never mentioned you."

"Joshua Sinclair?" the boy smiled, working Nielson's cock faster, leaning over the man so that his hair fell around them. "I understand."

"If they find out…" Nielson hitched a sharp breath, lifting with his hips so much as he could. He was going to cum, it was close now and all he could smell was Jennifer. He could taste her again. He could feel her touching him. And those blue eyes staring into his…

"They won't," the boy promised and he slipped the needle into Nielson's hip at the moment of orgasm, pushing the plunger and pulling it free as a warm stain grew beneath his other hand.

"Who are you?" Nielson asked one last time, his body going limp as he caught a ragged breath.

"Orion," the boy whispered, kissing Nielson's eyes closed. "Sleep now. Your secret is safe, Arthur. You did well. She's proud of you."

"I tried to talk her out of it," Nielson sighed weakly. "We all did. We loved her."

"I know," the boy stroked Nielson's head and waited with him for several minutes until it was finished.

The end

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2008-10-03

I just wanted to post a note for those interested that 25 Pairs is finally and completely edited. I fixed my strange compulsion for incorrect grammar and fixed a couple misspelled words.

Whoo-hoo!

I'll post more thoughts on this as "rache" probably. I really thought it was her story, but I guess T.S. posted it. Weird.