The news of Dan’s death floored me. Although we had never been lovers, had never even been together intimately, there had always been a strong connection between us. I knew him to be volatile, in life and in love, while I had always been too serious for my own good. However, an undefinable link made random meetings in bars or on the street memorable. For me at least. Or so I thought.
(I’ll know as soon as Cyoc.net comes back online)
Jeffrey was a hunk and he knew it. He was a young hunk, though. He was only 18 and was visiting home for spring break. He was the envy of all the guys at school and all the girls wanted him. Jeffrey had been seeing this hot junior. She was a blonde named Jessica. Jess loved the fact that he had a chizzled baby face and only a little body hair on his legs and dick. “Girls don’t dig fur-balls,” she would say. Jeff was a freshman at a university on the opposite coast, so this was really the first time his family had been able to see him in quite some time.
The Foreign Exchange Program: Day 2 - Part 2
Day 1 :: Day 2: P1
NOTE: This part is INCOMPLETE and LONG. I’m only posting it to show that the story still lives.
After breakfast is completely over, the day continued to slowly trek by. My prior commitment of planning to convince those fools is put on hold as a wave of exhaustion hits me, prompting me to toss away my apron and fall asleep in the middle of the guest room. Once again, I experience many different dreams of dad and I. Unlike my previous dreams as a pubescent kid, these of which have me being a little older; probably about 5 or 6 now. Another difference is the addition of my “brothers” Kent and Taylor. Both of them seem explicitly older than me; Kent who appears to be around 10 and Taylor who looks the same at he usually does at 17. The dreams varied between boring conversations with each other, irritating arguments, or heartfelt moments together; but overall each one consisted of us 4 going about our daily lives when we were younger. Me attending elementary school with my friends, Dad coming to and from his construction jobs, Kent and Taylor bickering about between each other; just a whole bunch of meaningless things I’ve experienced before. Nothing really struck out to me as unordinary; that is…., until I realize we’re Japanese. Kent is Japanese, Taylor is Japanese, and I am Japanese! We were all speaking Japanese and living out our pasts as ordinary Japanese children under the care of our father, Yuudai.
Teaching is Transformative 3 - Janitor Edition
Teaching is Transformative: 1 :: 2 :: 3
It was evening. School had been out for hours and all the students were home for the weekend, leaving the halls of the high school empty and strangely quiet. The full moon shone through the glass front doors, shining its light on the senior lockers that lined the main hallway. The light revealed a strange, dripping trail of white paint leading along the surfaces of the lockers. The line led to a partially spray-painted caricature of a person. The caricature depicted a woman in a violet, pinstriped skirt and jacket. Instead of hair, she had a bunch of snakes sprouting from her head, and seemed to be devouring a man, blood spattered around her fang-lined mouth and at her feet.
M2M Morph Site
Not a story, sorry =(; but anyone who’s looking for some great AgeProgression/AgeRegression (and a racial one as well) picture morph’s check out this site.
Teaching is Transformative 2 - The Gym Teacher
Teaching is Transformative: 1 :: 2 :: 3
Marcus Brab had a dilemma. He had spent a good part of the previous week wondering how in the world he would make this choice. Now it was one of the most important days of his life and he was paralyzed by this momentous decision. He would have to call in an expert’s opinion.
“Marlene!” Marcus called from the bedroom. “Should I wear the white shirt with the red shorts, or the black shirt with the black workout pants?”
Marlene poked her head in the door to see Marcus in his underwear looking at two sets of clothing laid out on the bed. “Which one would you prefer?” she asked.
Teaching is Transformative
Teaching is Transformative: 1 :: 2 :: 3
Today was the first day of Eric Wilson’s new job. He had recently been hired as the replacement science teacher since the old one had died of a stroke a little over a month ago. Eric had gone through orientation the previous week and was now ready to start his teaching career. Well, almost ready.
Eric was in his bathroom, shaving, making sure he looked his best for his first day. He knew that new teachers often got the worst of it from the students, and being a young teacher at only 26, he needed to make the best first impression possible if he wanted any hope of survival.
He was of average height, skinny, had short-cut auburn hair, and, except for a pair of short sideburns, clean-shaven. For his first day he had chosen to wear a polo shirt, khakis, and brown leather shoes. He had almost picked out a button-up shirt and tie, but he decided that the very last thing he wanted to do was look like a door-to-door missionary.
“This place is all yours?” Danny took in the massive swimming pool in front of him. He’d just been led down a winding, beautifully wooded trail from Ryan’s house. Looking up behind him he could see the palatial structure looming on top of the hill above them, the deck looking down on the crystal blue expanse at his feet.
The Foreign Exchange Program: Day 2 - Part 1
Day 1 :: Day 2: P2
After a series of loud chirps from cicadas, I finally wake and wipe the crusts from my eyes. A massive yawn escapes from my mouth as I stretch and come to my senses. Last night couldn’t have been any stranger. Most of the dreams I had, if not all, were of that man and a younger me doing some activity together. Whether it be him and I going to the grocery store or he sending me off to my first day of elementary school; he was always there with me. I even had dreams of him scolding me for my wrong doings. Sometimes he went as far as to ground me or spank me with his hand or belt! Dad can be awfully scary when he’s mad. Damnit… Even now I still call him dad. “Yu….Yu…Yuudad. Dad! Fuck,” I mumble angrily. Apparently, I can’t even call him by his first name anymore. No matter how many times I reiterate to myself that he’s NOT my father, I still find myself calling him that. If it’s already like this, I can tell it’ll be a long day. Speaking of “dad”, I wonder where he went. In fact, Taylor and Kent are nowhere to be found as their futons have been put up. Maybe Katsu or Daisuke would know. My bladder begins to act up; thus, I rise from my futon and initiate one final stretch to officially start the day. Just before exiting the room, I remember my Zori which still sit at the side of the door and slide them on. Afterwards, I see Katsu approaching me from down the hallway.
Josh was a success. He had everything they said. Good looks, youthful physique, desirable, the kind of guy that made heads turn. Financially well off, he dressed immaculately in clothes that enhanced his body. He was everyone’s idea of the perfect boyfriend, husband, son, you name it.
30 years old and his business were going from strength to strength. He had acquired all the trappings of success; a beautiful apartment in the smartest part of town, the fast sports car, high speed motorbike, designer clothes, smart holidays. In fact he had everything anyone could wish for. All this came at a price. Long hours were spent at work, chasing clients for lucrative deals. He was rarely at home to enjoy his accumulation of luxuries and he had no one to share his life with. There were many women in and out of his life but none stayed around for very long. Business always came first and it would never be long before excuses about working late started and any chance of a relationship fizzled out.