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Miss Twin Lakes

Miss Twin Lakes
By Stanman63
Edited By Nora Adrienne

Synopsis: When a city holds a beauty pageant where men dress as women to raise funds for the USO, a young trans-girl triumph over her fear, leads to a new life.




You wouldn't think that a geeky boy would find love and happiness as a woman, but I have, and it's all thanks to my town's unique way to honor America's Military.

My name is Jody Drew Sanderson: winner of the Miss Rainbow Pageant of Twin Rocks Alabama and on my way to college with my husband, Hannibal Sebastian Sanderson.

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Something Feels Strange…

By Tiffany B. Quinn

Checking her email log further, I notice that she forwarded it to her attorney around noon today with the note, “Will this do the trick? See the note from the investigator.”  The reply that came back said, “You bet, I’ll have the paperwork ready in the morning. I won’t mention the video. We’ll reveal that later.”

Things are about to hit the fan chez Lang. I just hope that Andy and his mother can survive it.

Chapter 46: No Longer A Game

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Something Feels Strange…

By Tiffany B. Quinn

“Chill, cousin,” I try to soothe her, “I’ve got the best protection that the government can provide on my side.”

“That’s what concerns me,” she pouts.

Chapter 45: Trouble Brewing

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Something Feels Strange…

By Tiffany B. Quinn

As we take a long way back to the picnic, Laurie observes, “Did you notice that Helen was wearing your necklace?”

I smile as I reply, “Yeah, I did.”

Chapter 44: Consolidating Efforts

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Something Feels Strange…

By Tiffany B. Quinn

No one seems to be in a hurry to exit the mysterious SUV. My awareness level rises a few notches. I may be getting paranoid but I think we’re being followed. Technically speaking, it more likely that I am being followed.

I just hope it’s Steph’s people.

Chapter 43: Am I Being Followed?

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Something Feels Strange…

By Tiffany B. Quinn

“Sorry,” she apologizes as she sits down while digging around in her book pack, “I’m Stephanie Adams,” and with big smile pulls out a small wallet to reveal an FBI badge before slipping it back in her pack. “I’m here to give you a hand, though from what I hear you don’t need the help. If your Aunt is correct, you could save the world single-handedly.”

Oh boy, I think to myself, I’ve just joined the big leagues. This could be fun. It will definitely be interesting.

Chapter 42: The Team Gets Bigger

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Something Feels Strange…

By Tiffany B. Quinn

“Look, kids,” I joke playfully with them, “I’ve got an errand to run for the Director’s office. You two are both wonderful people so just relax and enjoy lunch.”

Tiff gives me a look that says this had better be good or the payback will be bitch as I leave them.

I just hope she gives him a chance.

Chapter 41: Decisions

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Something Feels Strange…

By Tiffany B. Quinn

So, what do I do? Make the most of the summer as a girl or take the dream vacation?

I just don’t know. I guess I’ll just sleep on it for now.

It feels strange to have a choice.

Chapter 40: Data Collection

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Something Feels Strange…

By Tiffany B. Quinn

Laurie gives a quiet laugh.

“What’s so funny?” I ask.

“This was supposed to be an easy summer job,” she reminds me. “Just collect data and let the big folks do the analysis and all the hard work. Things have sure changed.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “Maybe we should ask for a raise——”

Chapter 39: Choice

The Hung Woman of Oz

The Hung Woman of Oz
by Laika Pupkino

The four travelling companions introduced themselves to the giantess, Dorothy and then the others all shaking her large hand. The woman smiled shyly, "I'm Joan Jones."

"That's a peculiar sort of name," said The Tin Woodsman.

Sheepishly, Joan removed the noose from around her neck and said, "To some around here I'm known as The Hung Woman."

Despite her gentle demeanor the Cowardly Lion felt intimidated by the sheer size of her. He stammered, "But whuh-why do they call you a hung woman if you h-haven't hung yourself yet?"

"And shouldn't that be 'hanged woman'?" asked the Scarecrow, scratching his head.