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My name is Tom Marshal, they call me after they've called everyone else, I don't come cheap, They called me in to fix a broken gas line, It was hot work, I was sweating in places I didn't know I could sweat from, I was running out of time, it was like a pressure cooker in there and it was about to blow.
I turned the corner and there it was, the main valve, I started to turn it, I've fought bears and wrestled alligators but this was rusty and stuck, I shouted back to the guys in the control room, It's very tight, very tight.
Its too tight, I shouted they weren't listening, I felt it get tighter and tighter, I begged for help but I was getting nothing back,
What's too tight Aleanne? They asked
I shouted they are all too tight...... Hang on who's Aleanne?
That's when I woke up
I looked around, the room was filled with dresses, shoes, veils, it was a bridal shop,
The corset was too tight, the shoes were too tight, even the garter was too tight.
"Omg where was I?"
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Falling into Femininity (Part 1)
The sun was streaming into a bedroom as an alarm clock blared it’s trademark “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP”. A hand tipped with manicured nails coated with pink polish slammed down onto the alarm clock, stopping the incessant siren. The owner of the arm kicked their blanket off of the bed and onto the floor, revealing that they were wearing a set of pink pajama bottoms and an oversized t-shirt. The figure sighed and sat up in the bed, brushing their hair out of their face. This was the day that Taylor had been dreading ever since his parents had made their announcement that the work trip had been extended, and Taylor was going to start his senior year, not at the school back home with all his friends, but at a private school alongside Emily and Logan, the two teens that lived across the street who had befriended Taylor over the course of the summer. For any normal kid, that would only be a minor inconvenience, but for Taylor, it was the continuation of the same torment that Taylor
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Summering in Femininity (Part 6)
That night, Taylor’s manicured fingernail was positioned over Owen’s contact as Taylor stared at his phone. He’d managed to secure a night away from Emily, thankfully Emily’s mom had some event that required the entire family to attend. Taylor felt happy and secure having eschewed the feminine attire to wear the clothes he’d brought with him from home, a men’s t-shirt and shorts, in addition to removing his prosthetics, being the first time in a few weeks that Emily wasn’t around, he was able to escape her feminine web. Sure, his body was still shaved and his hair was being held in the only hair tie he’d been able to find, a teal scrunchie, but other than that and his nails, he felt like himself once again. And feeling like himself meant it was time to return Owen’s call. Taylor was nervous about calling, since he’d missed a lot of calls from Owen, having always been around Emily when he called, and afraid to pick up for fear that Emily might say something that would tip Owen off
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Sister Act (Part 2)
After a few moments, although it felt as if time was standing still, I heard the door close and took a deep breath as I removed the covers from my head and looked around the room. Mom wasn’t inside, so I was in the clear. “Phew,” I muttered to myself. Now that the worst was over, and Mom had ensured that Cheryl was indeed in bed where she belonged, she would go to sleep, and then Cheryl would return home and we’d swap back and this entire night would be a distant memory. I drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that in a few short hours, I’d be awoken by my sister. Which is why I was extremely confused when I was instead awoken by the sunlight streaming into the window and the sound of the neighbor’s lawn mower. At first, the sight of the room disoriented me, since it wasn’t often that I awoke to those particular sights and sounds, the sunlight reflecting off her vanity, her overstuffed closet with door slightly ajar, even the feel of her raspberry duvet was strange.
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I love the wedding dress wish it was me in it