The second Mom’s key turned in the lock, the house filled with her perfume and laughter, and everything Doug and I had done that weekend slammed into me like a freight train. She dropped her suitcase, opened her arms, and I ran into them. She squeezed me so tight I could barely breathe, calling me her baby, saying how grown-up I looked, how proud she was. Doug stood behind her with that easy, handsome smile, but when our...

I am Lexi, a girly 17-year-old trapped in a biologically male body. I have a deep love for English literature and a build and vibe of a pretty cheerleader rather than some kind of ballplayer. With acceptance to Stanford in my pocket and a year of my mother's absence, I've learned to navigate high school as a sissy—a term I've grown accustomed to hearing. It didn't annoy me that much to be called a sissy, however, since th...

Imran, a 40-year-old British Pakistani man with a stoic demeanor and a penchant for order, strode into the house, his tie loosened from a day of relentless paperwork and boardroom banter. The quiet afternoon was shattered by an unexpected pattern of sighs and moans which grew louder as he approached the staircase. Intrigued and slightly unsettled, he recognized the unmistakable sounds of pleasure emanating from the direct...

I survived Thursday only because Jenna had school and then went straight to a part-time job at a local bookstore. She came home weary, and I gave her a foot massage for all her hard work before leading her to the bathroom. I had prepared a deep, hot bath with a thick layer of bubbles for her. She lay back with a contented smile. I topped up the water for the next hour, served her hot dogs with onion and mustard, three gla...

Days became weeks. Weeks turned to months. Three months later, Christa announced, “Mary-Beth wants a girls’ trip to Vegas. You and Jenna have been getting on so well lately that I should go. I’ve not had a proper girly break because of Jenna’s behaviour. This is my chance. What do you think?” “Go for it,” I said, my heart pounding. “We can get an early flight on a Thursday and return the following Monday. Does that sound...

Later that day. I spent the afternoon in mounting terror. Christa would be coming home, and I knew, as soon as she stepped into the house, that Jenna would appear and tell her all about the punishment I had meted out. Forget the egg throwing, fucking two teenage girls trumped that in the misdemeanour stakes by a long, long way. I’d left the girls in the kitchen, gathering my clothes and walking out with as much dignity as...

The next morning, Sienna awoke to the soft sounds of the house stirring to life. Her mother had already left for work, and the house was quiet, save for the occasional clink of dishes or the rustle of fabric. She lay in bed for a moment, her thoughts drifting back to the previous day's events, her body still humming with the memory of her encounter with Grace. As she rose and made her way to the kitchen, she caught sight...

Belinda was not shy about playing with herself around her stepfather. She would stake her claim on the downstairs sofa in front of the TV and put on one of the old man's XXX DVDs from the trunk in the closet, and spend the night down there, jilling off with the volume at a pretty high volume. Ever since her Mom had left she had been acting out in different ways and excused her damp panty prancing about by telling her step...