Story: Birthday Wish App

 Birthday Wish App

By Varian Milagro

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"You got to check out this new app," Brad said as he entered the family room where his older brother of two years was playing video games. "It can change people and I'm gonna use it to give Mia big tits."

Joel didn't bother to look away from his game. He was used to his brother's weird comments. He'd hoped Brad would've grown out of it once he'd graduated high school last summer, but no luck. "There's like a million AI programs that will do shit like that."

Joel Watkins, recent recipient of an Associates of Arts degree from Spencer Community College 

"This is different, dude. It actually works."

Spray for Trouble - Chapter 4

Spray for Trouble: Chapter 4
By: Firingwall

Trevor led the two women back into the theater lobby, heading straight to where an older woman was standing. She was wearing a similar employee tag as Trevor, the name on it reading, “Dorothy”. She appeared to be in her forties and rather heavy, curiously eyeing them as they approached.

Trevor spoke to her, “Miss Kale. This is my sister and her friend. They want to take a look around at some of the backend stuff.”

“Don’t worry!” Tina spoke up, interjecting herself into the conversation, “We’re just curious about seeing the projection room and how it works. My friend is really curious to see it as well!”

Dorothy casually eyed up the two young women, Emma fidgeting and glancing at the ground. The young woman thought, there’s no way she’s going to let us do this.

Heather's Story part 12

Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro


Chapter 12

Heather awoke on Saturday wishing that she were dead. Her mouth felt like someone had stuffed it with old cotton balls that had been soaked in cigarette ash and stale alcohol. She imagined that her breathe was so bad it could kill a small animal. All the moisture was gone from her mouth; she ached for a glass of water. Her head throbbed with a needle like pain centered in each temple. Her stomach felt like it was trying to claw its up and out through her throat.

To make matters worse Kirk had the worst mattress she’d ever slept on. The thing sagged like a semi deflated air mattress. It forced the girl’s bodies against each other and not in a pleasant “let’s cuddle” way, but more of an involuntarily wedged together way that grinded hip bones against each other and shoved elbows into ribs.

The absolute worst of it was the agonizing pain in her left breast. Opening her eyes she discovered the source of her discomfort. Mr Whiskers was standing on her breast, staring into her eyes.

“Meow!” he demanded.

It suddenly occurred to Heather that he hadn’t eaten or been near a litter box for at least 16 hours. “I can get you some food pretty soon,” Heather croaked. “I don’t have a litter box with me. Can you use the toilet? I heard that some cats do that.”

Interactive story - part 5

Here are the results from last week’s poll:

0% - Outlaw wedding
5% - The wedding crew
7% - Hello Kitty wedding
17% - White trash wedding
24% - Hip Hop wedding
48% - Stripper wedding

I didn’t make it to the wedding yet. That will come in the next part, hopefully. I’m not sure if I’ll have a part ready by next week. I’ll either need to write shorter parts or post them at longer intervals.

The Road Trip - part 005

Tracey knelt on the grass trying to decipher the scents emanating off the stump before her. The smell of rotting wood was the most obvious, she could have picked that up with her old nose. The various dog scents were fairly easy to distinguish, too. It was the other animal scents that were throwing her. Her mother stood about fifteen feet behind her. She’d let go of the leash and talking to Maria. Seeing his new purple dress, Tracey guessed that Barry had used more magic on him.

Story: If You Were a Girl: SMS Edition

This story was inspired by “If You Were A Girl… (A TG Questionnaire)” by 1sm3ghzn. You can find it over at The Changing Mirror, http://thechangingmirror.com/phpbb/index.php There are several other stories on that site based on the questions in the original story. Here is my take on it.


If You Were a Girl: SMS Edition
By Varian Milagro

It was raining again and I hate the rain. That’s not entirely accurate, I didn’t hate the rain itself; I didn’t mind getting wet. It was everyone else’s reaction to the rain that pissed me off. When I was little my mother wouldn’t let me outside to play when it rained. As I got older and got into baseball, it was cancelled anytime it rained. Now, today, I was going to go hiking with my girlfriend, Jessica, but she doesn’t like hiking in the rain.

I was an outdoor person through and through; indoor activities held little interest for me, save one. Once Jessica arrived I’d do my best to talk her into it. If that didn’t work I’d tell her that I’d watch a Rom-Com with her and then once she was comfortable I’d give her a massage followed by nibbling her earlobe. That rarely failed. Unfortunately having Jessica over also meant cleaning, something I hated almost as much as the rain.

Interactive story - part 4

I was pleased to see that more people voted this last week. Thank you to those of you who did. I find it encouraging when you take an active part.

Here are the results from last week:

2% - Something else
8% - A petting zoo
13% - A political rally
24% - The circus
50% - A friend's wedding

Barry and crew are headed to a wedding! I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of mischief Barry can get into there. If you voted for the circus or the political rally don't worry. There is a strong chance that Barry will make a stop at these locations eventually.


The Road Trip - part 004

“I’d like to go to Chloe’s wedding,” Andrea said. “She’s getting married on Saturday.”

“I love weddings! They’re so full of potential. ” Barry said. “Where is it?”

“It’s on Whidbey Island in Washington State. I was supposed to be a bridesmaid, but my mom wanted to take the long way to Yale.”

Story Recommendation: A Perfect Fit

I am recommending A Perfect Fit by optimizer888. It is an extremely well written story of revenge with a slow, convincing man to woman mental change. The story stayed with me for days after reading it and I'm sure that I'll be rereading it very soon.

Story: Summer Secrets

Summer Secrets
By Varian Milagro


Chapter 1

It should have been a great day. It was a beautiful June morning and the school year was ending in just a couple minutes. All of my classmates were excited; half of them were counting the exact number of seconds left until summer break officially began. I looked around the room knowing that it was probably the last time I’d be in this school. I was a middle school graduate now and would be a tenth grader in high school when school started up again in the fall. I should’ve have been as excited as everyone around me, but I wasn’t. I was not looking forward to summer vacation.

I’d gotten into a lot of trouble recently and now I had to spend the summer glued to “a responsible family member”. Since it was just mom and me, and my mom worked, it meant that I would have to stay with her at her job. While everyone else was going to the beach or hanging with their friends I’d be stuck at a beauty salon with nothing to do five days a week for the next three months. I’d never been a big fan of school, but right now I was wishing that I could skip summer vacation this year and just go straight to high school.

I looked up at the clock; it was two minutes to noon. The last day of school was only a half day and in the past I had wondered why they made us come in at all. Today I was glad for the half day; it meant four fewer hours at the salon. I was pulled from my thoughts when the final bell of the school year rang and a cheer erupted throughout the school. Everyone in the class raced out the door, but not me. I stood, grabbed my Pee-Chee off my desk, and dragged myself out of the classroom. As I exited the building and walked to where my mom was picking me up, I couldn’t help thinking that this was going to be a very bad summer.

Story: The Purse Came First

The Purse Came First
By Varian Milagro


“Don’t forget your purse, Larry.”

I came to a stop. I turned and looked at the speaker; it was my co-worker Janine, a short, serious minded woman in her mid thirties.

She smiled at me and pointed to my desk. “You wouldn’t want to forget that.”

I looked at my cubicle and sitting on my desk was a black woman’s purse. It had short handles, was around a foot or so tall and looked like something a stylish lady might carry. It also had not been there seconds ago when I got up to leave work for the day. "Very funny, that's not mine."

“What?” Janine gave me a frown.

“Who put that there? It wasn't there a second ago,” I said. “Are you making fun of me?” I didn’t find this funny, not in the least.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied. “Look, if you want to leave it here that’s fine with me; I was just trying to be nice,” she said as she turned back to her computer.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

I looked around as I walked slowly back to my desk, fully expecting someone to jump out and laugh at their prank. This had to be a joke, but I didn’t know how anyone could have placed the purse on my desk without me noticing. Once at my desk I opened the purse and found a set of keys that looked remarkably like my own. I reached into my coat pocket for my keys, the place where they had been just moments before, but they weren’t there. I pulled the keys out of the purse and verified that they were indeed mine. “What the…?” I breathed.

I stood at my desk dumbfounded; there was a purse on my desk with my keys in it, a purse that appeared out of nowhere. After a few moments I picked up the bag and tucked it under my arm like a football and headed out the door. Once in my car I placed it on the passenger seat and examined its contents. Besides a matching lady’s wallet everything else in the purse belonged to me, my phone, my thumb drive and my pocket knife. I looked in the wallet and it contained my driver’s license, cash and credit cards. I was flabbergasted. As I wracked my brain trying to figure out how this was possible, my headache began to grow in intensity. I had awoken in the morning to a massive hangover. I had drunk a few beers the night before, but hardly enough to bring on a headache of that magnitude. Aspirin had helped a little, but the headache had persisted all day. After a few moments of not knowing what else to do, I started my car and headed for home.