#it makes me sick it's like fast fashion but books

[sweetnnaivete]

breaking my silence. every time i see a pop culture reference in a book that is clearly meant to market the book to a fan base i physically gag!

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[thisismeracing]

Falling (in love) | LH44 (Patreon Exclusive)

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― Pairing: stepdad!lewis x kindergarten teacher!reader (she/her) ― Warning: mentions food and sickness (fever); single!mom reader; family issues; not been proofread yet; 3k words. ― Summary: When your kid found a new friend in his new school, you did not expect that would mean you would find yourself friends too. And sure enough, you weren't expecting to fall for his friend's uncle.

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A lot of things were unexpected that day.

First, the fact that Lewis was late to pick up his niece, but when he got there she wasn’t throwing a tantrum, quite the opposite. When she saw him she saw him, she came running through the school’s entrance with the biggest smile on her face when just earlier that week she made a fuss to go to class every morning – before and after getting there. 

The second was the smallest boy who was right behind her. His backpack swung from side to side, while Wendy ran up front turning every few seconds to giggle at him.

And just when Lewis thought those were the only two unexcepted things, you walked out of the door carrying a few books in your hands and a big bag on your shoulder, calling for Wendy and the smallest boy. 

“Uncle Lew!!!” His niece screamed before barreling into his legs and hugging him. He chuckled, bending down to kiss her mop of curls. “Have you met Leo?” 

“I don’t think so,” he shook his head just as the boy finally reached them. 

The kid’s version of a black Jordan and the styled curly hair made Lewis smile, that boy appeared to be around five but was already starring a fashion sense that a few older people hadn’t.

“Leo, you’ll give me a heart attack one of these days. You can’t go out running like this, honey,” your voice carried a serious but sweet tone simultaneously. 

Lewis’ eyes found you standing a few feet away, curly hair clipped away from your face by a few strands, a pencil skirt, and a cream blouse. The folder and books in your arms gave him a hint of what you were doing there, and his silent guess turned out to be true when Wendy turned with a toothless grin and introduced you: “This is Miss Yn, our new teacher!” She took a step to stand beside you looking up with a beaming face that reflected yours. “And this is Leonard, her son, my new classmate. They’re new here, can we introduce the city to them like we did with Jackie and Uncle Toto? Also, can we have playdates later? Can we go to the park? Can we–”

****

“Mamma, I don’t wanna eat,” Leo held his hands behind his back giving you his best puppy eyes and you chuckled. 

“How about you try a few bites and then go play with Dee, huh?” 

“Yeah, champ, you gotta make your body strong so you can run as fast as you can,”  Lewis tried, already cutting a sandwich in half for Wendy. “Have you ever tried vegan sandwiches?” He asked and Leo shook his head.

“I don’t like lettuce, mamma does though,” he shared, pointing his small finger at you.

“What do you mean you don’t like lettuce? Lettuce is exactly what makes us run even faster, it gives us tons of energy!” 

“It does?” the curly-haired boy asked, hands now on the side of his body and curious eyes watching the food in Lewis’ hands. 

“Yeah, I eat it all the time so I can drive my car in endless circles.”

You smiled watching the interaction. 

“How about you have a bite? You don’t have to eat it all, just a bite. But I bet you will want to finish it. This one has so many things that make us bigger and stronger.”

“Strong like you?” his big brown eyes now looking at Lewis’ biceps, and you chuckled at your kid's face when the driver curled his arms and flexed his muscles. 

“Yeah, strong just like me!” 

****

“They truly made a bond in a short time, huh?” You commented.

“Guess we’ll be seeing each other a lot more often,” Lewis bumped your shoulder with his and you smiled. You wouldn’t lie that the prospect of interacting with him more than you did the last week wasn’t a bad thing at all.

“I’m not opposed to that.” 

“Neither am I.” 

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[nenynrawrites]

Def Leppard members as your boyfriend

Joe:

There's so much yet so little I know about him as a boyfriend / partner

But I know he'd be very doting

Like, as soon as you tell about anything that you're hyperfixating on, he will learn everything about it

Loves fangirl Fridays, where the both of you watch a bunch of interviews (old & new) on YouTube, or back then, on VHS, 'cause you always recorded at least one or two

He's fangirling about Ian Hunter obviously (it's so funny to me, but all hail the fangirls and fanboys♡)

One time you were hyperfixating on Sav, and therefor your attention was put a little bit more towards him

Poor Joe got a bit jealous, 'cause it was his best friend, but eh, he wasn't better, and it was harmless, so it's good, right?;3

Listens to you like there was nothing else going on

HUGS, HUGS, HUGS

Hugs from behind, quick side hug, hugs during cuddling...All the hugs!!💕🫂

Kisses range from every possible kind there is

Loves deep and long kisses, the ones where you basically lose your breath

You're kind of his personal heater / cooler when you're cuddling

Clings like a koala to you

Furthermore, very loyal and loves to have you on tour, but not too long, so that you won't get sick of it:)

Loves to call you ,,love" or ,,babe", or any other nickname you like, like childhood nicknames:)

Sav:

He always looks so slightly confused to me, omg-

Like, it took him so long to realize, that you two were a couple

It were two weeks, but it still felt like an eternity, like forever

Definitely teaches you bass (you gotta know where the rhythm comes from;3)

Will introduce you to the big and wide world of fashion

Will get you a custom suit (or dress...Or both):>

Breakfast in bed whenever he can:3

Cuddles EVERY night, even on call (no matter analog or digital)

Loves deep conversations about anything

Rick:

He is such a sweetheart

Won't stop looking at you when you two hang out

Like...He's so enamored, his eyes literally formed to hearts♡

ATTENTIVE!!!

Loves driving out somewhere:]

Asks everybody what he should get you for special occasions, despite knowing you in and out🤭

Loves telling you about the random stuff he saw on walks

I wanna squish his cheeks:3

Phil:

Active boy

Be prepared to always go anywhere with a bike if possible

He probably tries to swim so so far

But! If you wanna have a lazy day a few days in a row, he's not opposed to that

From reading his book, Phil is a deeper thinker than you might imagine, so lots of talking about his philosophy of life and how the world works. He genuinely believes you are soulmates. He cooks you vegan food, and takes you to the gym, whether you want to or not! Very keen on, ahem, bedroom activities, and probably pretty good at it after all that practice lol <- @steveinscarlet

(Somebody help me, I don't know what to add-)

Steve:

Do I have to say it?

I'll just say it again

BIGGEST👏SWEETHEART👏EVER❤️

Like, he's so fun to be around, talk to etc. etc...

Kisses all the time

Late night talks until dawn

Love making? Yes sir:)

The softest hugs known to mankind

Steve is super-shy, so you probably had to make the first move, or be so painfully obvious that even he couldn't fail to notice that you like him. Talks to you in funny voices and probably has a silly pet name for you which makes the other guys make vomiting noises when they hear him use it. He alternates between being really loved up and soppy, and needing reassurance that you really do love him. Buys you classy presents like jewellery and fancy perfume. You steal each other's clothes and eat from each other's plates. He tells you you're beautiful even when you have a spot the size of mount Vesuvius on your chin! <- @steveinscarlet

(Feel free to add, I'll add them:))

Vivian:

The first thing I thought about was Stu

He always had a little companion with him, wherever he would go (if he could take it with him, that is)

Absolutely loves playing your favourite songs on an acoustic, especially fast ones, 'cause they sometimes sound weird (he does it on purpose, 'cause it makes you laugh)

Lets you do his hair:)

Shy boy:>

Loves cuddling up in the middle of whatever you or he were doing

Forehead kisses

(Feel free to add!)

[juniperdugong]

Couple Costumes Maknae Line ver.

What you guys would wear as a couple on Halloween and how they react!! || 95s || 96s || 97s || Maknae line || A/N: I tried to make these examples as inclusive as possible, if you don't like that THEN GET OUT! Also, the characters or costumes I mention DO NOT correlate to the boys' personalities and this is all just for some silly Halloween fun! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE ART, all credit goes to their respective artists!

Seungkwan Sun & Moon/Doraemon

He's another one who thinks it's silly at first but puts up with it because it's you! Really, for such an extrovert who loves being a comedian, he tends to get embarrassed a bunch. But as it goes, he is willing to do anything for love—of course with his own "professional input."

He runs the show in terms of what y'all are picking. He needs it to be a good mix of funny but cute ALWAYS. I see a small argument as you guys go back and forth on what to wear and how it should look. But ultimately, if you really pushed for it... he would go with what you want because he's above fighting over costumes (sometimes)

He could settle for a simple sun and moon costume, he is after all the brightest sunshine boy to exist. But it's fairer to say that y'all would end up going with a childhood favorite comedic character and who better than Doraemon! He would adore this idea up and down and out! Of course, he's gonna be Doraemon and you're going to be Mii-chan or Noramyako... let's be real he wouldn't let you get the chance to steal the Doraemon spotlight from under him.

Vernon Sarah & Wirt/Adventure Time

Go with the flow all the way~ Which is to say he'd love to dress up with you and go with whatever ideas you have for him in terms of costume. He doesn't play into it as enthusiastically as others would but definitely is supportive through and through, constantly pushing you to challenge your ideas of what the costume should be. Very much the type to be like "What were you originally thinking?" if he notices you trying to tone it down - because despite what people may think he is very expressive, especially through fashion (as we know)

If he did give any sort of input or inspiration forward I definitely think he would be going for some sort of cartoon or comics, he's mentioned Hellboy before so I feel like that's a good route, I can also see X-men being a thing. But I'm a cartoon nerd at heart and OG carats know he used to rave about Adventure Time so I can definitely see him bring Simon & Betty to the table, maybe Marshal & Gary, perhaps a Fin & Flame Princess, or Jake & Lady. I'm a sucker for the idea of y'all as Wirt and Sarah from Over the Garden Wall though, like would die to see him in the vicinity of that show.

Dino Morticia & Gomez/Scream

He is 100% the type to vehemently refuse, but as soon as you give him even an ounce of that sulky attitude, he changes his tune and is in for whatever you want. Such a lover boy, honestly. It's getting on my nerves how fast I see him change his mind for you tbh. If you actually get mad I feel like he would go off the rails and in a frenzy get a bunch of costumes as revenge/malicious compliance? In short, he gets mad at you for being mad but does what you want anyway... Yeah.

He's so Gomez Addams coded, I'm sick! Also you guys as the power couple of the Addams family? Yes, puhhhlease!! It's insane how much y'all would rock that shit. Down and out winning the costume contest, for sure! But I also see him turning down the idea if he doesn't know the movie... In that case, I feel like even if he hasn't seen Scream he would be down to do Ghostface. Not only would you guys look hot but he doesn't have to wear different makeup and I feel like that's a win for him in his book.

A/N: A day late but it's better than nothing! The jjk fiends will have to wait till tmrw for the official end to the Halloween event with a Gojo fic lmao

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[thecordelialetters]

The Bionic and the Ballerina Pt.2

Chase Davenport x fem!reader

wc: 1,666

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature.” — Jane Austen

Chase and his siblings save you from the falling elevator and you can't help but fall for him a little more

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4

The next day you saw Leo exit the elevator and slowly crept up behind him. You grabbed his shoulders and screamed "Boo!" Leo jumped up turning around, "I really wish to not have a heart attack at school." He put his hand on his chest. You smiled down at him and shrugged "Sorry." We walked up to Principal Perry giving her speech about Emergency Preparedness Week. "An emergency drill can happen at any time. So when the alarm sounds, you must evacuate the building in an orderly fashion, like cattle..if cattle had acne and braces...and a future filling up my gas tank." You turned to Leo before noticing the space next to my empty. He was talking to his siblings. You gradually walked up behind Chase before moving my lips to his ear. "Boo," You whispered. It sent a shiver down his spine, he turned around finding his face a mere few centimeters from yours. He jumped back, "Hey (y/n)! How much did you hear? Um, we were just talking about what superpowers we wish to have." "Ooh if I had a superpower...hmm.. I think I'd want teleportation or telekinesis. Imagine you could pop anywhere you want! or move stuff with your mind!" Adam spoke up, "I like this game! I probably want Bree's super speed!" The siblings froze. Bree spoke up, "What he means is he also would want super speed like me! Because I'd always want super speed you know I could get places sooo fast." You turned and nodded. They were a bit awkward but you didn't question it, Adam always did seem to say things without thinking. You turned to Chase and placed a hang on his bicep "I had to meet Mr. Jackson before class to hand in some work, I'll see you there yeah?" His arm was really muscular. For a nerdy guy who seemed to study all the time, Chase was surprisingly super buff. "Wow, you work out?" You squeezed slightly. He blushed at your praise and responded, "A little bit here and there, I'll see you there." You winked before turning on your heel and sauntering down the hall.

Adam mocked in a high-pitched voice, "Wow Chasey you're soooo buff and hot mwuah mwuah!" He fluttered his hands up and down. "Hey don't make fun of her." Chase glared. "I just don't get what a girl like that sees in a tiny guy like you." But Chase had had enough. He was sick of his siblings, especially Adam ragging down at him. He'd like to believe that someone did find his appeal in this world.

Breaking away from the staredown Leo spoke up, "Hey, you know what would be awesome? If you guys took out your bionic chips and switched abilities." The gears in Chase's head started turning. Maybe you'd like him more if he was strong like Adam. "Why can't we?" "I call your super smarts!" "I call your super speed!" "I call your super strength"

"I call good looks and charisma! Oh too late already got em." The trio turned to look at him before laughing.

Chase met up with you in history a little while later. "Hey" He nudged your arm. You turned to him with a small smile, holding your finger to your red-painted lips before pointing to the teacher. "I thought I was the goody two shoes here." He chuckled. You rolled your eyes before punching his arm softly. After class the two of you gathered your things while Chase offered to hold your books for you. "So how was Dance practice?" He asked. Chase had never seen you dance before but was curious. He didn't know much about ballet except for what was seen on TV. You shrugged and replied "Same old, It's a lot of controlled movements. I practiced my pliés, tendus, and rond de jambes. I still struggle at times with my pirouettes but I'm close to perfection!" Chase used his bionics to quickly look up the terms you threw at him. "Wow, that does seem like hard work no wonder why you rehearse so much." "Hey, I would love to see you dance sometime." You smiled at his interest. Most guys wouldn't care at all about what you said, ballet being a "girly thing". "Yes! I'd love to have you see me perform! There is a show in a few weeks. We're going to be doing Sleeping Beauty. I can get you and your family tickets." He nodded eagerly. "Great I'll send you the details later!" You ran ahead of him waving to go to your next class. Behind your back, Chase was fist-pumping the air. "Yes! She wants me to come see her!"

The next day you saw Adam Bree and Chase you noticed something was wrong. Earlier you had asked Chase to clarify covalent bonds and he just looked at you and started mubling and laughing about ionic bonds and what even are bonds. You had met up with Leo who convinced you to take the elevator with him before the emergency alarm went off. You had been so lost in thought thinking about what was wrong with Chase that you noticed Principal Perry in the elevator as well. "Um, what happened why aren't we moving?" Perry shrugged, "The power is still on, must be a fuse. The one day I don't wear my tool belt!"

The room started to feel small. 3 people trapped in a small tin box? You started to panic, blocking out your surroundings you leaned in the corner and slowly fell to the ground. The nerves were getting to you, you put your hands over your eyes and squeezed your eyes shut. Being confined in small spaces was not your cup of tea. You opened your eyes again to Perry prying the elevator doors open. Eyes wide it confirmed the fear, stuck between floors meant that there was no getting out.

Noticing your discomfort Leo went to put an arm around your shoulder. Perry grabbed the phone angrily "Listen up, generation epic fail. It's your fearless and loveable leader Principal Perry. I am stuck in the elevator, repeat I am stuck in the elevator!" Leo quickly removed himself from you "Hey It's me Leo, me and (y/n) are also stuck in the elevator!"

You looked around, "Um Leo, why does it smell like it's burning?" A snap was heard and the elevator shook. You were panicking and breathing heavily when you heard a familiar voice outside. "Leo? (y/n)? it's us we'll be right back to get help." You called out to him in desperation "Please hurry" as the tears fell down your cheeks. Chase felt guilty, it was partially his fault, partially his siblings, but he was supposed to be the smart one. And now because of them, you were trapped in the elevator. He was going to make it up to you later.

It had been about an hour and a half of being trapped with Perry and Leo and you had just witnessed their... less than normal habits and confessions. You felt the elevator move up and your heart seemed to want to burst from your chest. The doors opened and there stood the siblings with concerned looks on their faces. You ran out as quickly as possible not wanting to be trapped in a metal box and threw your arms around Chase's neck.

You pressed your face in his shoulder, some tears soaking up in his. His hand pressed around your back while the other one held your waist. "Thank you, I was terrified." Chase tried to comfort you the best he could, "Im so sorry (y/n)." But you shook your head and moved to hug Adam and Bree, "Thank you all for the help. I would love to stay and do something more for you guys but I'm extremely late for practice and am definitely in for a punishment." You grabbed your bag off the grounding giving each sibling a kiss on the cheek and running off.

Chase looked at his siblings, "wow french people am I right?" He laughed off the awkwardness. Leo spoke up next "you saved me I owe you one." "Actually we're the ones that got you stuck in there." Leo huffed, "well then you'll be hearing from my lawyers." With that he walked off leaving the trio behind.

The next day at school you brought in a basket letting the smell of apple waft through the halls. Seeing the Davenport kids and Leo you belined to them. "Hey guys, I um wanted to thank you again so I baked this pie ! I hope you like it." You held the neatly wrapped dessert up. It was covered in a red and white plaid sheet with a red bow tied across. The siblings melted at your gesture, even though they technically were the cause of the problem never have they been thanked for their service. Even Davenport would rather give them a list of things they did wrong before thanking them for their hard work. Adam was he first to move he grabbed the pie and scooped you up with one arm. "Erm Adam." You muffled in his shirt. "Thank you little Lady this means a lot," he said before fake crying. Chase tried to not let your kind gift be overshadowed by his jealousy for Adams fowardness with you. He wanted to be the one sweeping your off our feet not his brother. He was thankful when Bree said "Alright Adam let her go, she doesn't want to smell your stinky pits." "oh right" he said as he let you down gently. You patted your hair back down and fluffed your skirt out. The bell rang as you walked up to Chase holding your arm out, "Well shall we?" He linked his arms through yours, "We shall." Before walking off together. Behind the two of you Bree gave Chase a knowing stare before scolding Adam who was already first first into the pie.

Authors Note : Im on a writing grind! so much so I think the words are burned into my eyes...

[misseviehyde]

A HYDING TO NOTHING

CHAPTER 1

“So is that stuff you told me about your great grandfather being Henry Jekyll really true?” I asked my best mate Richard as we sat in his room doing homework one night.

“Shut up!” he hissed, “I only told you about that because we have been friends so long and you got me drunk on my Dad’s Scotch. If he ever finds out I blabbed the family secret he will go ape shit.”

“But is that stuff about the Elixir really true? Does it really make you into a girl?”

“How should I know? I never tried it,” he snapped glaring at me. “We guard it because it’s dangerous to use. The only reason we even keep any of it in the house is in case anyone else ever invents it and we need to work out a cure. It’s a solemn duty passed down from Father to Son”

“Awwww come on,” I grinned. “You really haven’t considered trying it? Just think of what you could do as a girl…”

Putting down the book Richard looked at me in exasperation, “It has honestly never crossed my mind. You obviously have been thinking about it since I told you though. What’s on your mind exactly?”

“You know that hot girl I like Abby? She is at the beach today, but she won’t look at a nerd like me twice. But you know what I noticed? Hot girls listen to other girls. I was thinking you could take the Elixir and go tell her how great I am. She is sure to be interested in me then. It would only be for a few hours. Your Dad would never know.”

Richard shook his head angrily, “You must be nuts. My Dad has made it quite clear that I am never to go near the stuff except in an emergency.”

“Dude… this is an emergency! I am sick of being a virgin and I need to get laid. It will only be for a few hours. What harm could it really do? Besides you owe me for saving your life.”

Richard rolled his eyes, “That was six years ago and you still go on about it every time you want something. That car wasn’t even going that fast!”

I looked at him steadily in the eye. “Dude, please do this. I wanna see the Elixir in action and I wanna be with Abby so badly. Pleeeeeeaase!!!?”

“Fine!” Snapped Richard. “God you are annoying. A very small controlled dose shouldn’t be too dangerous. Follow me then.”

Having finally made up his mind, Richard was now firm and decisive. He led me into his Dad’s study and walking up to the bookcase pulled on a whorl of decorative wood I had never noticed before. It clicked and the bookcase swung open to reveal a small chamber.

Inside were dusty books - the fabled research diaries of Dr Jekyll. There were two chemistry sets, one old fashioned and one modern. And in a sealed aluminium casket were five carefully packaged test-tubes containing a light pink liquid.

Consulting one of the books first, Richard made some notes. “A single drop will transform me for about three hours and should not lead to a polymorphic imbalance.”

“A what?”

“Basically if you are ever stupid enough to drink a whole vial, it becomes a semi permanent effect. You start switching between male and female forms at random moments… even without taking more Elixir. It is what happened to my great grandfather. A single drop is safe enough though and the effects are temporary.”

Putting a pipette into the tube, Richard extracted a drop and raised it to his mouth. Then he hesitated and licked his lips nervously. “I don’t know about this… maybe it is a…”

Before he could react I squeezed the pipette bulb and a big pink drop glooped out and went straight into his mouth. Richard looked at me furiously and then shrugged fatalistically “Oh well… too late now I guess.”

I watched excitedly… but nothing happened. “Dude it isn’t working, I knew it was fake,” I hissed disappointingly.

“Be patient,” he sighed. “A small dose like this takes time to kick in. Besides… have you seen my hair? I can feel it tingling so something must be happening.”

I looked at Richard and gasped. He was right. As I watched his hair was lightening and growing blonder by the second. It was now strawberry blonde and the tips had started to curl and push out.

“Oh shit - here I go,” he groaned suddenly gripping his stomach and doubling up. I felt the grin fade from my face as I heard his bones cracking and wet fleshy sounds emerging from his body as he gripped himself and hunched down.

“Holy shit dude - I would never have made you take this stuff if I had thought it was gonna harm you…” I cried running to his side.

“Ahhhh no.. nooooo it’s okay… it feels wonderful!” laughed Richard suddenly throwing back his head with an ecstatic giggle and I could see his teeth bared in a rictus of pleasure as his skin softened and shifted across his face.

“Oooh I can feel myself getting girlier by the moment and it feels awesome,” he purred… his deep voice suddenly unbreaking and rising several octaves as his adam's apple sucked in and his arms and legs grew thinner. He was visibly shorter and slimmer now and his hair had continued to grow, now hanging down past his shoulders in a soft blonde wave.

“Mmmmmh Dad lied to me… he never told me it would feel this nice to transform,” murmured Richard as his features softened and his new bee stung lips curved into a dreamy smile. I could see that the front of his oversized t shirt was now bulging slightly with his perky breasts and there were definite curves going on that were making me a little turned on to be honest.

The changes began to slow and Richard stood up, his trousers dropping from his tiny waist to reveal a pair of smooth tanned legs and dainty feet. His waist was tiny, but with curvy hips and his tummy soft and flat as a washboard. Luckily his boxer shorts stayed up - but it was pretty clear there was no bulge inside and he was now flat fronted. He was all girl now.

“I think it’s over,” muttered Richard in amazement as he examined himself and brushed his long blonde hair out of his eyes. “It isn’t anything like my Dad said - I feel wonderful… why would he not want to try this? Maybe he secretly has and he is just jealous to share the power. Well too bad because now I am getting a taste and I think I like it!”

I was now looking at a very cute and attractive girl about my own age, with a slim perky figure… a nice pair of tits and a soft pert backside. She had clear blue, and slightly mischievous eyes and was a blonde beach stunner from her tiny toes up to her pretty little nose.

“You are beautiful!’ I gasped admiringly.

“Well of course I am you idiot,” retorted the girl in front of me, “My grandfather designed this stuff to try and perfect the human form. It was supposed to bring out all the best qualities in a person , but he couldn’t get it to work for his gender. It always makes people into girls. Guess the male form is inferior or something. Gawd you really are dumb sometimes. I told you all this when I first mentioned it. Oh and you can stop looking at me like that you perv…”

“Sorry Richard, you gotta remember I only found out about all this recently.” I said, reluctantly tearing my eyes off my friends cute body as she played with her new hair and tried to make it sit how she wanted.

“You better call me Riley,” she muttered brusquely. “It’s my middle name, but I can’t go by Richard anymore. If Dad hears you call me Richard he will work it out. I always hated it, thought it sounded too girly… but it sounds kinda cute now. Guess it is finally gonna come in handy.”

She finished fussing with her hair… it looked kinda good actually.“Well? What now?” She asked.

“I guess we go to the beach to find Abby,”

“Are you being especially dumb today or something?” Scoffed Riley as she rolled her blue eyes. “I can’t go anywhere without some clothes and makeup. No one is gonna believe I am a real teenage girl dressed like this!”

“Oh… I guess you are right,” I sheepishly shrugged. “Erm but how do we do that?”

“Jesus! This is supposed to be your plan… do I have to think of everything? Fine… we go to the mall. I can get one of those women in the makeup bit to give me a makeover. And we can buy me some clothes. But you are paying.”

“Fine,” I shrugged.

Riley pulled Richard’s biggest t shirt on so it went down to her knees. Then, hunkering down in the passenger seat of my car to avoid close observation I drove her to the mall.

As we walked through the crowds she carefully observed what the other girls our age were buying and wearing and then pulled me into the shops she was interested in. Then she would make me pay for what she wanted. Boy was Riley bossy… I found it hard to say no to her.

“This is crazy,” I muttered an hour later as I stood in the women's clothing section of another teenage fashion shop and watched Riley flicking through the racks. She had already been for her makeover, had her nails done and already picked three different outfits and two pairs of shoes to wear. How many did she need?

“My allowance is all used up, so this is your last outfit.” I angrily told her. She just stuck her tongue out at me and deliberately grabbed a load of jewellery from a stand to stick on top of her purchases. I gritted my teeth. It had taken me months to save up $300 and Riley had just blown all of it!

“I’d like to wear these out… can I go change please?” She smiled sweetly at the cashier and I had to wait another twenty minutes in the car outside as she faffed about in the changing rooms.

Eventually she emerged and I had to admit she looked good. She had a tight pair of blue jeans on and a grey crop top tied up to show off her sexy waist. But what had taken so long?

“I have my swimming costume on underneath,” she grinned. “Sorry it took me so long. It was my first chance to check out my new body in private. We better get a move on… we only have about an hour and twenty before I change back. Let's go find Abby huh?”

This wasn’t working out quite how I had planned but now things could get back on track. With Riley in the seat next to me, I pushed the accelerator and we headed for the beach.

CHAPTER 2:

We drove to the beach, Riley’s feet up on my dash as she played on Richard’s phone and took what seemed like thousands of selfies.

“Get your feet down off there,” I scolded her, “What are you doing anyway?”

“Gawd you are like such a grouch today,” she whined, sullenly putting her feet down. “I’m just taking a few hot pics for Richard to enjoy later.”

“You talk like he is a different person to you,” I scowled. Riley smiled cheekily, stuck her tongue out at me and simply carried on. I wanted to ignore her, but it was hard. She was so fucking hot and I was sure I saw her smile every time I checked her out.

A short drive later and we finally pulled up at the beach and made our way down onto the sand. I could already see Abby relaxing by the water. She was wearing a sexy purple bikini top and was by far the hottest girl on the beach. God I wanted her so badly. Hopefully this would work.

I turned to speak to my friend and my mouth dropped open as all thoughts of Abby were banished from my mind. Riley had pulled off her jeans and top and I gawped at the incredible body she had underneath. Suddenly it was like Abby was the moon and Riley was the sun blotting her out.

Riley looked absolutely amazing in a sexy bikini set. Her blonde hair blew sexily in the wind and I could barely pull my eyes away from her amazing tits all pushed up and out for all the boys to see. She smiled at me and blew me a kiss. “Leave this to me hot stuff…”

I sat on my towel and watched as she walked over to Abby. The two of them began to chat and after a while, whisper conspiratorially to each other. Their conversation seemed to be going on for ages.

Then suddenly my heart beat in my chest as they began to look in my direction. I was hopeful it was working until Abby started to laugh. I couldn’t hear what they were saying exactly, but the two of them were in fits of giggles and I felt myself redden with embarrassment.

Anger surged inside me as Riley sauntered slowly back over and began putting her clothes back on. “She says… no chance. Now drive me home.”

What had just happened?

We drove for a bit until finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled over on a deserted bit of road and turned angrily to Riley. “What did you say to her?”

Riley giggled and smiled maliciously at me. “You want the truth? Okay. I told her we used to date. I told her you have a tiny cock and I told her you always ejaculated your pants before I could even get your cock out of your boxers, which is why we broke up. I have never laughed so hard, we really bonded over how pathetic you are.”

My mouth dropped open and I wanted to scream. “Why would you do something so mean and cruel you bitch?”

Riley shivered… to my horror it looked like a shiver of pleasure. “Bitch… oh fuck, call me that again will you… I love how that sounds. ”

“Are you insane? You are my friend… why would you do this to me?”

“I dunno,” purred Riley. “I’ve never been cruel before. It felt good so I did it. It made me feel so powerful and hot to destroy your chances with Abby and lie. I enjoyed being… being… ohhhh yes… being a bitch.” She looked almost orgasmic as she shivered in pleasure again.

Then suddenly her whole demeanour shifted. It was as if she realised she was revealing too much of herself and a guarded expression came over her face. She quickly shifted gear again and looked deep into my eyes with her sexy blue gaze. Now she looked innocent and vulnerable.

“Look I’m sorry. I know it was wrong for me to do what I did. Forget what I just said… the truth is… I was jealous of Abby. I only told her that stuff because you are too good for her. Believe me you can do better than her.”

“But there are no other girls I want. Damn it Riley, now I will never get laid!”

“Oh yeah? Says who?” purred Riley suddenly moving uncomfortably close to me. “Since I transformed I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I think this Elixir has totally changed my sexuality. I think I am attracted to boys and girls now. And guess what? You’re a boy and I’m a girl… here we are on this deserted street and no one is around. Who knows what could happen?”

“But you’re really a boy too… you’re Richard” I whimpered as my sexy best friend got close enough for me to smell her perfume. All anger and thoughts of the mean things Riley had just done were starting to fade now, replaced by more primal urges.

“Do I look like a boy to you? I’m a girl now baby and I love it. Forget about Richard, I’m Riley now and I want you.”

She was so close now her blonde hair was nearly touching mine. She was so pretty. I felt my heart hammering in my chest… I had never felt so alive.

Then suddenly we were kissing and her tongue was in my mouth. God but she was an amazing kisser. I felt Riley’s hand trail down my chest and fall onto my lap, the suddenly she began to pop the buttons on my jeans.

“No wait… we shouldn’t do this,” I gasped breaking off the kiss.

“Shhhhhh, I want… your… cock…” giggled Riley her eyes burning with lust as her hand snaked into my underwear and I groaned helplessly as I felt her hand wrap round my dick.

I was hers now and I gave up any pretence at resistance as she yanked my dick out of my jeans then bent her blonde head over and started sucking my cock.

“Oooooh fuck!” I gasped as my best friends wet pink lips wrapped tightly round my throbbing cock. I tried to banish images of Richard from my mind and instead concentrate on Riley. It wasn’t hard…

I knew this must be her first cock, but she didn’t act nervously or anything. Her hand snaked to the base of my dick and pumped the shaft whilst her mouth and tongue kissed the tip. She angled her head to make eye contact, sucking almost sideways so I could look at her beautiful face.

It was all too much - “Ooooh I’m gonna ahhhhh cum,” I gasped and suddenly Riley’s entire head was engulfing my cock as she sucked hard and I started to orgasm.

I felt my cum flow into her mouth, but she just kept sucking till the orgasm was over. Then with a wet slurping gasp she disengaged and sat up giggling.

“There… that wasn’t so bad was it?”

“You… you swallowed it all?” I queried.

“Mmmmh of course I did. Who’d have figured cum tasted so good? Abby told me she hates it, so she always spits… I guess some girls are just naturally sluttier than others…”

I goggled at Riley, her cheeks still flushed… she looked so wanton. “Abby?”

“Yeah… we didn’t just talk about your ‘tiny cock.’ She gave me advice on how to do a great blowjob too. I think she and I are gonna be good friends. Did you enjoy that? Not bad for a first effort hey? Mmmh I can’t wait to for my second attempt… oh and to try other things too.”

I felt myself getting hard as Riley suggestively spread her legs apart slightly and lightly brushed her hand down her top against her tits. She bit her pink lip and groaned. “You wanna fuck me?”

I was instantly hard again and my throat was dry as I nodded. I had never wanted anything so much…

Riley smiled and her hand went to her fly. This was really happening… I was finally going to lose my virginity to my best friend and I couldn’t wait.

Then suddenly her hand trembled and she squirmed uncomfortably in the seat. Then a stomach cramp hit her and she groaned and doubled up in her seat. “Ahhhhh… nooooooo…. damn you Richard, not nooooooow!”

“What’s wrong?” I gasped.

“Ahhhh the Elixir is uuuuh wearing off, I’m turning back into a boy. Get me home quick!”

I hit the accelerator and we sped off, Riley groaning and moaning in the seat next to me. Her blonde hair was darkening and the seams of her clothes were stretching and bursting as her face twisted and changed

I pulled up outside her house and she scrambled out of the car staggering up the steps and into the house. I quickly followed into Richard’s bedroom where Riley was desperately pulling off her clothes.

As she ripped off her top and bra, I was afforded a brief glimpse of a perfect pair of wet dream inducing tits… before they suddenly deflated and sank into her body. A light dusting of hair appeared across her body as muscle piled up and her small slender body began taking back on masculine proportions.

Riley ripped off her jeans and I looked away embarrassed as I caught a brief glimpse of a tiny dick between her legs starting to swell and grow. Her voice was breaking and she threw back her head with a groan as her features morphed back into Richard’s and his body stabilized

“Ohhhh fuck, what a rush” he mumbled dizzily staggering towards his bed and then with a sigh collapsing onto it.

I ran over, but he was already snoring… the transformation back into his usual self leaving him virtually comatose and completely drained.

I tidied up Riley’s clothes… my hands lingering for a moment on her bra and panties… then I hid them under the bed. Pulling the cover over my friend, I couldn’t believe moments ago this had been the hot blonde girl who had sucked my dick.

If only the Elixir had lasted a little longer then I could have finally lost my virginity. I wanted Riley so badly, all thoughts of Abby were gone. I wanted to bury myself in her body and feel her moan as I fucked her. I needed her.

Picking up my friends phone I transferred the pictures of Riley she had taken in my car earlier that day to my own phone and left him to sleep off his transformation.

As I looked at the pictures of the smirking blonde hottie on my phone I felt my cock twitch. Fuck, I was gonna jerk off so much to these photos. I felt like Riley had entered my soul and possessed my senses… I needed her so badly now. I almost seemed to hear her voice giggling in my ear.

Something told me I hadn’t seen the last of Riley yet…

CHAPTER 3

I awoke from a hot steamy dream about Riley sucking me off to a massive morning hard-on and the buzzing of my phone near my ear. It was Sunday and it was 9am… I must have slept right through.

I picked up my mobile and blearily looked at the screen. It was Richard.

I hesitated… this was a conversation I had been dreading. Now that he was back to being a boy, how would we ever go back to our normal relationship after he had sucked my cock?

On the other hand I couldn’t ignore him forever, I decided I better answer it.

“Hello?”

Richard answered… he sounded tired. “Ugggh it’s me. My head is still pounding. Dude, what happened yesterday? I woke up passed out on my bed with makeup all over my face. Did you get with Abby? Did it work?”

“You mean you don’t remember?”

“Maybe something. Just flashes. It all goes a bit blurry. I remember going shopping… I remember going to the beach… then it gets really hard. After that it's just feelings of pleasure and euphoria. It is like being high on drugs and drunk at the same time, it feels so amazing but like you can’t quite remember the details the next day.”

My heart skipped a beat. Richard didn’t remember… he would never know that he had sucked me off OR that we had nearly had sex. I didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing.

“Look I’ll come over and we can talk about it,” I coughed, standing up and looking for my things.

“Okay… see you in a bit.”

I hung up and before I put my phone away I briefly flicked through my pics of Riley and felt my dick twitch longingly. She was so pretty… it was a shame I would probably never see her again.

I arrived at Richard’s house and went inside. I found him in his bedroom in a dressing gown rooting through the many bags of shopping I had hidden under his bed. His face was pink and his hair damp, he had obviously had to scrub hard to remove Riley’s makeup.

He was holding a skimpy g string and looking at it in a sort of sick fascination as I entered. Seeing me he instantly reddened and dropped it back into the bag.

“I don’t see why you are embarrassed… you could have fit into those perfectly yesterday,” I laughed.

“Not funny,” he grunted sullenly. “What the hell dude, why did you let me buy all this stuff? There are about eight outfits here… eight outfits I am never gonna need.”

“Well… you never know…” I began.

“No! Forget it. I can’t remember exactly what happened yesterday, but it would be incredibly dangerous to take anymore Elixir ever again. I should have never let you talk me into this in the first place.”

“Oh well…” I managed to force out, “I guess we can return the clothes to the shops… I still have the receipts.”

Richard’s eyes opened wide as I said this . “Wait… you mean you paid for this all? Why would you do that? Oh no.”

“What?” I asked.

“Look, I didn’t think it was worth mentioning yesterday. According to the research notes, when a person takes the Elixir they become incredibly charming and persuasive. Dr Jekyll thought it had something to do with pheromones. The more time you spend with them, the more malleable your mind becomes and the more addicted you get to their presence.”

I raised a whimsical eyebrow. “Oh come off it… that sounds like BS.”

“What… and gender transforming Victorian formulas are completely reasonable? Look, the control starts small… a desire to please and help the other person. Then it transforms into a sexual addiction and desire to please them and be with them all the time. Finally it becomes an almost slavish devotion and desire to serve and obey without question.”

I shrugged. “So what?”

“So I’m worried you were falling under my control yesterday… I didn’t think such a low dose would create the effect. Maybe you are particularly susceptible or something.”

“You are over reacting,” I snorted. “It was my fault you became Riley, so I wanted to help you out. That was the limit of it.”

“If you are sure thats all it was, then fine. But the point remains that things got out of control yesterday” he muttered. “Are you gonna tell me what happened?”

I shrugged, “Nothing much… just some shopping, we tried the beach but Abby wasn’t interested then we went back home so you could turn back.” He looked at me piercingly. For a minute I thought he was gonna call me out and accuse me of holding something back. Luckily he didn’t.

“Okay, if you say so,” he murmured doubtfully. “Go put all this girly stuff in your car will you? I need to finish getting dressed then we can take it to the store and that will be an end to it. Riley is dead.”

I gathered all the bags, makeup and jewellery Riley had bought together and ferried it to my car. Then Richard appeared and climbed into the passenger seat and we headed off.

We had only gone about half a block when a motor bike suddenly pulled in behind me and started tailgating me. He started gesturing that I should pull over and nervously I did so.

A tall black haired youth in biker leathers sauntered slowly over and I swore as I recognised Travis, Abby’s over protective brother.

“Well well well,” he grinned confidently. “If it isn’t the little maggot that tried to get a date with my sister. Get out of your car.”

I obeyed… Travis was not the sort of guy you wanted to fuck with. “So… Abby tells me you tried to get a date with her yesterday. What the hell is a pathetic little nerd like you doing snooping around my sister? The only reason you aren’t dead is that she tells me your friend… the blonde girl, said you have a tiny pecker. ”

Travis moved menacingly closer. “Which is why I’m here. I want you to do something for me… or I really will kill you. Abby said this girl you were with was the hottest girl she ever saw. I wanna date with your friend… Riley was it? And you better get me a date with her, or I’m gonna break your legs for trying to fuck with my sister. As it is… I’m still gonna break your nose…”

Then just to prove he was serious he punched me hard in the face and sent me falling to the floor.

Stars span and blood gushed. I felt hands helping me up and pushing a cloth into my face to staunch the blood. Then I heard Travis again. “I expect to hear from you by tonight or else I break something else.” Then I was put into my car and I heard Richard mumble something reassuringly into my ear.

By the time my heart finished pounding we were back at Richard’s house and he was helping me into his kitchen.

“Holy shit, I thought that guy had knocked you out,” gasped Richard tossing me an ice pack to put on my bust nose.

“If we don’t do as he says, he probably will.” I groaned. “You have to turn back into Riley and go on a date with him.”

“Are you nuts?” Snapped Richard angrily. “I told you no. No more Riley.”

“Richard, I need you to do this… you better do this!” I snarled.

“No… and you can’t make me,” he retorted.

My jaw now set and my nose still throbbing I swept out of the room and ran to the lab. Grabbing a vial of Elixir I ran back to the kitchen.

“Take it!” I commanded.

“No. Fuck you. Put that back at once… it's dangerous!”

“No… I need you to become Riley again… and if you won’t help me willingly, I’ll make you!”

With a yell I leapt towards Richard and suddenly we were wrestling. Keeping the vial in my hand out of reach I managed to knock Richard to the floor and pin him down.

“Yes… do it… give it all to him,” I seemed to hear Riley’s voice whisper in my ear and suddenly full of triumph I obeyed.

Uncorking the vial I poured it into Richard’s mouth and he gurgled as the delicious pink goop filled his mouth. “Nooooooo!” he gurgled as I forced my hand over his mouth and he swallowed it all.

Richard convulsed and I leapt back. His eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned. “Ohhhhhhh fuck… feels sooooo good!”

I watched in joy as Richard’s body began to change. It happened faster this time… blonde hair erupting, pink lips parting and breasts growing. Then with a groan, Riley opened her blue eyes and giggled. She looked at me through her long lashes and I felt my heart flutter.

“Oh boy… Richard is gonna be so fucking mad with you. Mmmmh, you just gave me a whole vial… so it’s semi permanent this time.”

She sat up and grinned. “Well… I have a date to get ready for. Go get my clothes out of the car… this is gonna be fun!”

CHAPTER 4

I stood with the empty vial of Elixir in my hand feeling a mix of guilt and excitement.  Richard hadn’t wanted to take the Elixir, but I had forced him to and now Riley was back.  What had I done? 

My heart was still pounding with excitement, but I had just made my best-friend into his hot alter-ego without his permission - what sort of a guy did that make me?  I hated that seeing the girl of my dreams had to be under such circumstances, I had wanted Richard to become Riley again voluntarily… not like this.

Looking up at my stunned expression with her inscrutable blue eyes, Riley jumped lithely to her feet and stretched her hot, young, perfect body.  She admired herself in Richard’s mirror with a grin, running her hands through her blonde hair delightedly and smiling mischievously at me through the reflection in the glass.

“Well you’ve gone and done it now haven’t you?  You brought me back, all just to save your own skin and get what you wanted.  Such a bad boy.”

Riley purred as she said ‘bad boy’ and I felt my dick stiffen almost automatically; God, she was such a hot minx. She seemed different this time, even sexier and more confident.  There was no suggestion, other than the clothes she was wearing, that mere moments ago she had been a boy.

Almost as if she were reading my thoughts, she ran a hand lovingly down her soft skin and shivered at her own touch.

“Ohhhh yes. I feel so fucking good, it’s even better this time.  I feel stronger, sexier and so much more delicious. Poor Richard has no chance of competing with this… being him is so boring. Mmmh, I’m horny and I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy and bringing me back.”

Turning round from the mirror, Riley slowly slid Richard’s top over her head to reveal her perfect breasts and slender body.  Walking over to me she sank to her knees and looking up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes her hands started to fumble at my crotch.

“W...w...wait what are you doing?” I gasped, as her hands dived into my pants and pulled my stiffening cock out. 

“I’m going to suck your dick again… I enjoyed the taste of your cum last time and I want more.  Just a shame you aren’t bigger, but your cock will do for an appetiser.”

“I thought you couldn’t remember that,” I groaned as I got harder and harder, Riley’s small and perfect hands rhythmically pumping my cock as she spat on my dick to lubricate it.

“Unlike that loser Richard, I remember everything.  I’m superior to him in every way.  Now shut up and let me suck your dick.”  Riley’s pink mouth engulfed my dick and I groaned helplessly as she began to expertly suck and lick my cock.  I knew this was only her second blowjob, but she was like a girl possessed and as she made eye contact with me and her perfumed scent filled my nose I felt the first urges of a shuddering orgasm begin to build

It could only have been a minute or so, but it felt like an hour… a heavenly hour where I had never felt so good. Then suddenly, Riley intensified her sucking, her hands massaging my balls till with a moaning gasp I came in her mouth, my cum squirting out as she eagerly sucked and swallowed every drop till I was fully drained.  

“Good boy,” she breathed, licking her lips and standing slowly up.  Her scent filled my nostrils and she stood confidently in front of me, her legs spread slightly apart and a hand still wrapped round my now floppy cock.

“Did you enjoy that?” she purred, looking deep into my eyes almost hypnotically.

“Yes… yes I loved it.”

“And do you love me baby?”

As she said it, my vision seemed to swim and I almost felt my will being sucked out of me.  I hadn’t believed Richard’s nonsense warnings from before, but suddenly it occurred to me that maybe he was right… maybe I was falling under Riley’s control?  It felt so fucking wonderful…

“Yes… I love you.”

Riley smiled and shivered, seemingly getting off on the fact that I was under her spell.  

“That makes me very happy,” she smiled bitchily, “In fact it makes me so happy that I am going to help you baby.  I’ll get dressed and then you can drive me to Travis.  Don’t worry, I’ll get that horrible bully to leave you alone… now bring me my things, I need to freshen up and get ready.”

I went down to the car and retrieved all of Riley’s clothes and makeup.  Then she made me wait downstairs whilst she washed, showered and got ready for her date.  When she finally came downstairs I was amazed at how sexy she looked.  I hadn’t thought it was possible, but now she was even hotter than before.

Riley had lots more makeup on than last time and her tiny blonde body was pushed up by the sexiest pair of  calfskin cowboy boots I had ever seen.  She had a disgracefully short denim mini skirt on with a rhinestone belt around the rim and a tiny little crop top that barely covered her midriff or her arms and showed off the curve of her tits perfectly. 

“How do I look?” she giggled, striking a sexy pose and causing my dick to get hard again.

“I errr, I ummmm,” I floundered, not knowing what to say.

“Oh, it’s okay baby you can say it… I look slutty don’t I? Don’t worry, I think I like being a slut.  Mmmmh, it feels good to be uninhibited, unlike that pathetic dweeb Richard.  When you’re this hot and this perfect, why not flaunt yourself and enjoy the pleasure of being sexy?”

Strutting past me to my car, Riley climbed impatiently into the passenger's seat and tapped her fingers on the dash.  “Well… come on then, we mustn't keep Travis waiting.”  

I started the engine and we drove off.  My head was reeling… things were suddenly going far too fast.  What had started as an innocent and fun experiment to get with the girl of my dreams, had swiftly run out of control.  I wanted to stop and think, take stock of this situation and work out what was happening, but Riley’s scent seemed to fill my head and I couldn’t think properly.  This was still my friend Richard and I knew I should protect him, but now he had become this super confident and sexy girl, I couldn’t seem to control him… if anything, she was in control of me.

“Here we are,” grinned Riley as we pulled up on the street outside the Travis household.  “I bet he wasn’t expecting his date to be so soon.  I think it’s best that I go and talk to this bonehead, I’ll be all nice and sweet to him and convince him to leave you alone.  You better wait here, I may be a while.”

Clopping out of the car, Riley blew me a kiss and then strutting to the door of the house knocked.  I saw Travis open the door and his eyes go wide as he took in the sexy bitch on his doorstep.  Riley giggled and played with her hair.  I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but after a few minutes of talk on the doorstep - she stepped into the house and disappeared with the school bully.

I sat in the car waiting as ordered.  Minutes dragged by, but I waited. Riley’s scent seemed to linger on the air and I simply sat and obeyed.  Then minutes became half an hour, but still I waited, almost in a trance.  Half an hour became an hour and finally I began to come round as if from a daze.  “What the fuck am I doing?” I muttered to myself. “She might be in trouble, I have to check.”

Climbing out of my car I walked nervously to the property.  If Travis caught me creeping around, he might attack me again - so I decided to sneak around and see if I could find a window and see in. I just wanted to check that Riley was safe.

As I neared the house, I saw that there was a large window at the back that opened out onto a view of the kitchen/living room.  Creeping closer I began to hear strange noises emerging from the open window and as I got closer I recognised Riley’s voice. Peering through the glass my heart nearly stopped as I saw into the living room and the scene within made me want to throw up in horror.

Travis was lying naked on his back on a large mattress he had pulled into the room. His huge eight inch cock was standing fully to attention and above him, her tight virgin pussy impaled deep upon his cock was Riley.  She ground her shaven pussy on his dick, making him groan as she threw back her head and moaned like a slut.

“Yes, OH FUCK YES! Your cock is so good, it’s so big and feels amazing within me.  So much better than that pathetic nerd cock I’ve had to suck up to now.” 

Giggling and moaning, Riley bounced up and down on Travis’ big dick and to my horror I felt myself get hard as I couldn’t tear my eyes away.  It was like something out of a porn film, she looked so good on his superior dick and I couldn’t seem to stop watching as she creamed repeatedly all over his dick.  She was moaning and gasping and before I knew it I had my dick in my hand and I was pumping it in time to every thrust into Riley’s tight pussy.  I began imagining I was fucking her, longing for it to be me.  It was so hot to stand here in the yard jerking off to Riley, she was so fucking hot.  I couldn’t believe what an evil slut she was being, fucking the bully and betraying me and Richard like this.

“Yes, cum inside me baby…” moaned Riley, grinding her hips like a pornstar and suddenly she looked straight at me.  I couldn’t break her gaze as she smiled maliciously and I realised she knew I had been watching her all this time. “Cum now,” she commanded, “cum for me... “ and I knew that she wasn’t just talking to Travis.  I groaned as my cum spurted out of my dick, almost in exact unison with Travis as he pumped his cum into Riley and she threw back her head and moaned with pure unadulterated lust.

“YESSSSS, ohhhh FUCK YESSSSSSSS!”

Released from Riley’s spell, I urgently crammed my still dripping dick into my pants and hurried to the car.  What the hell was I doing?  I was a mix of rage and despair.  By rights I should drive off and leave the bitch here, I couldn’t believe what she had done.  But this was still my friend and this was all my fault, I couldn’t abandon him/her… whatever they were now.

After a few minutes, Riley suddenly emerged from the house and swaying over to me climbed into the car.  Her makeup was a mess and she grinned at me as she tried to sort her hair out.  “His cum is still dripping out of me, I didn’t bother to clean up - just put my panties on and left. You wanna see?”

“You bitch, how could you do this?” I snarled.

“I thought you loved me?” laughed Riley, batting her lashes at me and then laughing cruelly.

“Oh for fucks sake, grow up.  What did you think I was gonna do in there?  You wanted Travis off your back - well, he’s gonna be my new boyfriend so you needn’t worry about him, unless you piss me off of course.  He’s such a good fuck, and being the girl of the school bully will make me super popular.  I already have another date arranged with him and I can’t wait.”

“You’re insane,” I gasped, “You don’t even exist. You can’t go to school or have a boyfriend.  You’re really Richard and he’s not gonna want to date Travis.  This can’t happen!”

“We’ll see about that,” purred Riley. “Oh and I wasn’t kidding earlier, so I’ll ask again.  Do you still love me?” She leaned close and her scent filled the air. I felt the strange lethargy and lack of willpower I had felt earlier overcome me.  Her scent filled my head and I felt my anger fade.  If Riley wanted to fuck a guy with a big dick, who was I to stop her?  

“Ye...yes I still love you. I… I guess it isn’t my business if you want to have sex with Travis.”

“That’s right baby, it isn’t.  I know you’re just jealous of us, but don’t worry, I’ll still suck your average little dick.  Just do as I say and you’ll find things are much simpler.  You’re completely right though, I have a lot of work to do now ‘becoming real’.  We have lots to do and I’m going to need your help.  Now drive me back home so we can get started. I have an idea from something I read in the Jekyll instructions and I think it’s just what I need...”

CHAPTER 5

I had fucked up.  No… I had really fucked up.

There was no other way of putting it.  I had turned my best-friend Richard into an evil man-eating slut… and now I was completely in love with her.  Riley was the girl of my dreams (or nightmares) and I couldn’t stop thinking about her.  Too bad that Richard and Riley couldn’t both exist at the same time. Or were they already the same person?  It was so confusing, Riley was like Richard in some ways… but each time she changed she seemed different… more ‘her’ somehow. She was certainly becoming more wicked, evil and bitchy with every transformation. I wondered when she would turn back into Richard and I felt my insides churn… he wasn’t going to be happy about all this.

“What are you thinking about?” purred Riley as she watched me intently from her the sofa and I turned to look at her.  It was two hours since we had got back from Travis’s place and Riley was reading through all the notes we had on the Elixir.  Right now though her head was lifted up to look at me and I felt my heart beat a little faster as her eyes locked with mine.

Her gorgeous eyes were still the same colour as Richard’s, but they seemed deeper, more compelling and whenever I looked into them I felt myself falling helplessly under her spell.

“You…” I answered truthfully.

She smiled, pleased by vanity and perhaps some other emotion that I couldn’t quite place.  “Good - don’t ever stop thinking about me. I like that you are obsessed with me. But enough navel gazing, come assist me in the lab… we have work to do.”

I felt a little foolish as we squeezed into the secret lab and Riley went to work with the alchemical apparatus.  She seemed to mixing up a new batch of Elixir, only this one seemed to have a subtly different tinge to it.  I handed her the chemicals and equipment she demanded and within an hour she had completed her new brew.

To my surprise, once she had completed the slightly lavender liquid, she didn’t drink it but instead dabbed it onto her wrists and neck. 

“I thought that was Elixir you were making,” I queried as a strangely intense smell filled the small room and I felt my head go dizzy.  It smelt like Riley’s delicious body scent, the one that always drove me so wild, but five times more intense and overpowering. 

“A close relative,” she smirked watching me closely and not failing to notice the almost euphoric state I was in.  “A perfume designed to mix with and intensify certain secretions my body already produces and massively enhance their speed and effectiveness.  Of course, you’ve already been exposed longer than anyone - but if anything it seems to be making you more susceptible.”

I could barely understand a word my Goddess was saying.  I just wanted to fall down before her and grovel and worship her.  

“Mmmmh, I like the way you are looking at me. Complete obedience, like you’re going to cum your pants for me.  This stuff really works, I bet I could make you do anything. Ooooh, actually why don’t you cum your pants for me?”

I groaned as my dick pulsed and I orgasmed, a simple command from my Goddess causing hot sticky cum to gush into my pants as she looked at me with wicked amusement on her face.  Riley smiled with barely contained glee. “Oh fuck, this is so fucking hawt.  With this perfume I can make people do ANYTHING! Hahahaha, no wonder precious little Daddy didn’t want anyone playing with the Elixir.  But it’s too late now Daddy… good little Richard is rapidly being destroyed and soon only I… your new daughter Riley will remain!”

Looking at me with amused disgust, Riley pointed towards the bathroom. “Go clean up your mess, take all your clothes off and come back when you’re done…  I have an idea.”

As soon as I was out of the room, away from that intoxicating smell… my senses returned somewhat and I felt acute embarrassment at what I had done.  And yet still I felt the need, the desire to do what Riley told me.  In the bathroom I used toilet paper to soak up as much of the cum as I could and then I threw it into the toilet and flushed it away.  Peeling off my clothing, I heaped it into a pile and walked back into Riley’s bedroom.

She laughed at me as I entered naked and then indicated her lingerie on the bed. “Seeing as you fouled your own clothes, I want you to put on my bra and panties.  I think you’ll enjoy wearing them.  Don’t you think you’ll look cute in my clothes?  I think this is secretly what you wanted when you came in your pants…”

I nodded, even though I knew full well there were clothes of Richard’s I could wear… if Riley wanted me to dress like a sissy, who was I to refuse?  Resistance was useless. My cock was hard again as I walked over to the bed and with shaking hands picked up Riley’s soft cotton panties.  These had been on her Goddess like body and now I was going to wear them.  They were so pretty and part of me was jealous I didn’t have a slim sexy body like hers to squeeze into them.

Indeed, her panties were far too small for me, but they stretched to fit… even if they did crush my balls a bit. My dick was still hard and stretching her panties out at the front. Sliding her matching bra around my chest, I struggled to fasten it as she watched amused from her seat in the corner as she picked up her phone and began taking photos of me.

“Well, well, well… what a little sissy you are.”

Leaning forward intently, I whimpered as Riley’s scent filled my head and I helplessly fell deeper into her powerful spell.

“Listen carefully to me, you are now completely addicted to wearing my clothing, especially my panties under your own clothing.  As long as you have my panties on, you are under my control.  Even when I turn back into Richard, when you have my panties on… you will still serve me. When you wear girls clothes you feel so sexy and slutty… it’s addictive and you want more.  You long to be a pretty little slut and have all the boys want you. Now tell me who you love?”

“I love you Riley,” I whimpered. “I will do anything for you. I want to wear your clothes and be pretty.”

“Good,” she giggled.  “Now I think it’s time for your reward for being such a good boy,”

We went into her room and we lay on the bed.  Riley straddled me and I groaned as she slid her hands around my cock and slowly began jerking my dick up and down.  It felt so amazing, but she slowed down and forced me to edge as I neared climax.  Just as I was about to cum… she stopped and I groaned helplessly as a tiny dribble of cum leaked out of the tip of my cock and my orgasm was ruined.

Laughing she took out her phone and took more photos as I lay there and she grinned at me

“This cock belongs to me now,” purred Riley evilly, “and you won’t cum unless I say.  You belong to me now baby, you’re mine…”  

“Now I want you to sleep and whilst you sleep I want you to listen to my voice…” I felt myself drifting to sleep as Riley whispered into my ear. Occasionally her hand would stroke my cock again, edging me and bringing me to the brink of pleasure before stopping.  She was murmuring something so delicious that I fell into the most wonderful erotic dream of my life.  That’s it baby, my voice is inside you now… your thoughts are becoming my thoughts.  We are as one… 

Slowly, I drifted into a hypnotic sleep whilst Riley whispered her delicious poison into my mind…  Hours must have passed, but eventually - a sound awoke me.

It was the sound of Riley moaning in of pain, and leaping to my feet I ran to find her in the living room.  She must have finished with me and gone out, who knows how long ago.  But now Riley lay on the floor screaming and arching her back as her bones popped and her skin shifted.  I watched in horror as she grew larger, her breasts deflating and her hair shortening.  Richard’s face pushed out as Riley fought to maintain control… “Nooooo I don’t ahhhhh wanna go back to being a stupid boy,” she groaned… but she was losing the battle as her fingernails shortened and muscles spread across her slender body giving her a male physique.  “Ooooh remember to wear my clothes,” she moaned with a final effort then she was gone.

I watched as Richard’s dick pushed out of Riley’s pussy and her voice lowered and broke till with a final groaning gasp, Richard regained full control and panting slowly he raised himself groggily to his feet.  For a second he was disorientated… then he was back in the present and very, very angry.

“You bastard… what have you done to MEEEE!” he screamed as his eyes focused on me and he saw what I was wearing.  “Holy shit, what have you done to yourself?”

With a snarl of rage he ran at me, and pinning me against the wall looked into my eyes.  “You forced me to take more Elixir and now I’m cursed! I can’t remember half of what that bitch made me do, but I do know one thing.  She’s evil and she’s getting stronger. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!”

With a heave I managed to get him off me and we stood panting looking at each other.

“Look at yourself,” he groaned, “You’re wearing her fucking lingerie.  You’re her fucking slave and God knows what she has planned for you, take that sluts clothes off at once and have some decency.” 

Do as he says for now… but when he isn’t looking put on my g-string. It’s there by the bed… I was wearing it before Travis fucked me.  

I groaned… I didn’t know if Riley’s voice in my head was real or not… how could it be… but it didn’t matter.  I had to obey it.  She must have fucked me up so badly whilst I slept that some aspect of her pysche was whispering poison into my ears… saying the things she might say if she was here.  I was so under her spell that she was with me at all times now.

Richard was busily putting oh his clothes and I grabbed mine, but before he could see it, I had slid on Riley’s g-string and had it on under my jeans before he knew it. They felt so naughty, riding up into my butt.  A little piece of Riley… corrupting me still, making me want to obey her.

“That twisted bitch could have anything in mind for you.” panted Richard.  “You have to help me… you have to help me destroy her.  If we don’t act soon, she may become so strong that… I’ll become her permanently and you’ll be enslaved to her forever.  I wish you’d never convinced me to take the Elixir.  But there’s still hope… lets go get the research from the lab, I’m sure there is a cure somewhere in there.”

Mmmmh, good boy.  You love wearing girls panties don’t you?  So much hotter and so easy for a boy to pull to one side whilst he slides his big dick into you.

Oh he is sooooo boring, purred Riley into my mind.  You’re going to help make him into me aren’t you? I can’t wait to get free again and become even sluttier. And I just know you want me to keep making you naughtier too.   I groaned at the thought of corrupting Richard again and again until only Riley was left… watching her giggle as Richard was destroyed and she became the Goddess I needed her to be.  Then she would corrupt me too and make me even more perverted… it would feel soooo good.

I could barely concentrate on reality, my head was so full of naughty cross-dressing thoughts.  My dick was so hard in Riley’s panties I could barely stand it.

Later on, you should put on my bra and my stockings too.  You’ll need to shave your legs first, but I just know you’ll love them.  Ooooh and there are some false French nails just waiting for you on my bedroom table. 

We walked to the secret room but what we found there was chaos.  Whilst I had been sleeping Riley must have visited the room.  It was trashed.  She had destroyed and burned in the fire any documents that might have helped us.  Others were missing and we had no way of knowing where she had taken them.  The Elixir was missing and the apparatus to make more, or any sort of cure with it.

“The only hope now,” muttered Richard, “Is to call my Dad and tell him about everything we have done.  He has been the guardian of the Elixir for a long time, I’m sure he will know what to do.  He’s gonna kill both of us though!”

I wasn’t really listening.  In my mind I could hear Riley whispering evil thoughts to me… thoughts that were so delicious to listen to… promises that were making me so horny.

You know why I wanted you to wear my panties don’t you?  I want you to wear all my clothes… dress up like a slutty girl because we both know its what you want too.  I want you to wear my makeup and be a slut just like me.. yesss baby, I want you to become exactly like me.  We’ve always been friends and soon we’ll be sluts together.  You’re going to help me corrupt Richard fully into me, then I’m gonna help you become a hot girl too.  

As I stood looking at Richard, I felt my head spinning.  Things were starting to get more twisted and I didn’t know if I could resist Riley’s evil offer.   Did she really want me to become a hot teenage slut like her, or was this just another one of her games to control me?  I should be helping my friend resist her, but she was making me come to her side and I didn’t know if I could stop her.

Don’t worry babe, you’re going to love being an evil girl.  It’s easy. We’re gonna have so much fun together.  And it all starts tonight after Daddy gets home.

I had a feeling that things were about to get a lot more crazy… but there was nothing I could do to stop it now… even if I wanted.

PART 6

At the same time that Riley was inside my head controlling me, Richard seemed to be fully back in control of himself and completely back to normal.  We stood in his living room whilst he explained that his Father, the original guardian of the Elixir would probably know how to make a cure that could stop him ever becoming a girl again and that he needed my help.

It was only moments since Richard had returned, but I already missed my Mistress with all my heart.  I was her cross-dressing little bitch now and my only purpose was to ensure her dominance of Richard and help her become the blonde Goddess she deserved to be.  Such a good boy, such a hot little slut.  Soon you’ll get to know how good it feels to be a bitch… I promise - whispered her soothing voice in my mind.

I was barely listening.  My head was full of Riley’s whispers. I felt like a puppet being controlled by another person and the worst thing was, I liked it.  Under my male clothes I could feel Riley’s g-string and as long as it was in contact with my body I was aroused and susceptible to her desires.  She had programmed me - like a robot - and now I was hopelessly under her control, even though Richard was back to normal - Riley was still with me.

“Are you even listening to me?” snapped Richard as he walked up to me. “This is all your fault, so you could at least do me the courtesy of helping me out.  I need you to stay here and keep looking for where that bitch might have hidden the Elixir and the equipment.  It’s imperative that you find any hiding places and then put any vials somewhere where I don’t know where they are.  Otherwise she might take control of me again and make me drink more.  Each time the effects get worse… a few more doses and I might get stuck as that slut forever.  In the meantime I’m gonna go out and look for my Dad… he’s not answering his phone.  If he gets home before me, stall him and get me back here at once.”

Whilst Richard left the house to look for his Dad, the voice of Riley in my head guided me to Richard’s bedroom.  I found the floorboard she directed me to and prised it up, revealing a cubby-hole containing a single vial of Elixir and a small bottle of her pheromone enhancing perfume . The Elixir vial looked slightly different to what I expected.  The consistency seemed different and it was honey blonde colour instead of pink.  The smell of the perfume wafting from the other bottle made my compulsion to serve my Goddess grow and almost sent me into a trance.

Ohhhh, we’ll stall him all right. The only threat to us now is Richard’s Dad - Henry.  He knows more about the Elixir than any living person and he could create a cure to rid his son of me forever,  But - he’s still a man and he could be enslaved through our pheromones.  Then we could use his talents to make more powerful Elixir that could make me even stronger.  Luckily for us, I’m pretty talented too and before I turned back to that fool, not only did I imprint this version of me in your mind - I made you a little gift. Go get it

I made that vial using a strand of my sexy blonde hair.  It contains my DNA but it’s highly unstable and won’t last long.  Drinking it will turn you into a physical and mental copy of me for about two hours.  That’s right baby - you’re finally gonna get to know how it feels to be a hot girl. Isn’t that what you secretly wanted?  Once you become me, we can have some real fun.

I gasped and nearly cummed my panties at the thought of becoming Riley.  My Mistress wanted me to transform into her?  The thought of her emerging from me, of me becoming a horny little bitchy slut to corrupt and enslave Henry’s dad was so hot.  My hands were shaking with anticipation.

You see  - what Richard doesn’t realise is I changed all the numbers in his phone.  He thinks he is ringing his father, but he’s not.  We know the real number, so lets lure Henry to the house and then enslave him.  I’m relying on you here baby, so don’t let me down.  Once he’s here, set me free - you’re going to enjoy being me soooooo much.

Picking up my phone I sent Henry’s dad a text begging him to come home quick as Richard was in trouble.  It didn’t take long for him to reply and soon he was on his way.  Meanwhile I gathered some of Riley’s clothes and makeup and sat in the living room.  Put my clothes on first -  Henry won’t be here for a while yet and we don’t want to waste any ‘me’ time.

I shivered as I ripped off my clothes till I was only wearing Riley’s g-string.  Then I swapped out my underwear for a frilly pink bra and matching panties.  It felt so naughty to be putting on a girls clothes, and my cock was rock hard at the thought of what was about to happen.  The underwear didn’t fit well.., my larger body was stretching it out a bit - but I was confident that I could squeeze into the clothes for now.  Once I transformed, they would fit me like a glove - I couldn’t wait..

I pulled on a cute pink camisole and slid a plaid skirt on.  Now I looked like some slutty college girl and that made my cock leak as I shivered and pulled on Riley’s knee length white socks.   I couldn’t put her sneakers on yet - my feet were far too big - so instead I put on some of her jewelry and makeup - a cute pink choker round my neck and smokey eye makeup with pink eyeshadow.

I was putting the finishing touches to my makeup when I heard a car pulling up in the drive.  It was time. Okay baby - time to become me.  Drink up and see how you like being Riley.  Uncorking the vial of Elixir I eagerly obeyed and drank it down like sweet honey.  Instantly I groaned as I felt my body burn with an erotic fire.  I had seen Richard transform several times now, but now I knew exactly how it felt, as my insides squirmed pleasurably.  Yesssss, transform you little slut… become a bitch, it feels good doesn’t it?

I nearly orgasmed at the sensation of being a slut, I felt so good - so naughty and perfect.  Mmmmmh, this was so much better than being some dumb boy.

“Ohhhhhh fuck, yesssss,” I heard my mouth gasp as my body became smaller and the clothes settled more comfortably on my body.   Riley’s bitchy DNA was coursing through my body, overwriting me and transforming me into her.  I felt my lips curve into a slutty grin as I giggled and rubbed my shrinking cock through my panties.  Blonde hair fell around my head as I was corrupted and changed into a horny girl, my small perfect tits pushing outwards and Riley’s devious personality overwriting mine.  Yesssss, that’s it… you’re me now - you’re RILEY!

“Yes, my plan worked perfectly,” I giggled stretching sluttily as my fingernails lengthened and my useless cock finally sucked inside to leave a tight, wet pussy.  The voice in my head was gone now - for a good reason.  I was Riley now… or at least a version of her.  Of course I knew in my heart that I wasn’t the real her and soon I would turn back into that useless boy, so I had to move fast.  

“Don’t worry real me, I’ll make sure you win against Richard,” I giggled as I reached down to pick up the perfume and dab plenty onto my wrists and neck.  Soon I stunk of the stuff, but now I was a hot bitch, I was completely immune.  Anyone else who smelt it would be enslaved to my desires and my first target was Henry.

I only had time to slip my sneakers on and sit on the couch, before he entered and walked over.

“What the hell is going on?  I get some strange message from my sons friend saying he’s in danger and then I find some girl here. Wait… you look familiar… you aren’t… holy shit Richard, you didn’t take Elixir did you?”

“Ohhhhh don’t worry,” I grinned standing up and swaying over to Henry.  “I’m not really your son - so you don’t need to feel bad about wanting to fuck me.”

The smell of my perfume rose around Henry’s head and he moaned as he breathed it deep.  The effects were stunningly effective and quick too.  In a matter of moments, Henry was completely enslaved and I led him over to the sofa as his cock strained within his pants.

“Ironic really - all those years you guarded the Elixir and stopped anyone using it… such a waste.  You could have been enjoying yourself and becoming a hot slut like me.  Never mind - now you have me to make you feel better and help you enjoy the benefits, I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll never want to fuck another girl ever again.

Leaning over the sofa I unbuttoned Henry’s fly and smiling slowly wrapped my hot pink lips around his cock - which had quickly sprung out.  He was a nice size actually and I grinned as I felt my nipples get hard and my pussy moisten.  This was going to be fun.  Henry moaned as I began to suck and lick the tip of his dick, more of my scent filling his head as he growled appreciatively and fell more under my control. I sucked and slurped, deep throating him and showing him what a slut I was.

“Ohhhh fuck, you little slutty bitch - you’re enslaving me and it feels so good.  Ahhhh damn that son of mine - he’s let things get out of control and now I can’t resist you… uuuggghh Mistress.”

“Shhhhhh, just relax baby and let me make you mine” I grinned popping his cock out of my mouth and coming around the other side of the chair.  “Now I’m going to slide my tight wet pussy onto your big cock.  As I fuck you - I want you to tell me how I can accelerate the Elixir effects to cause permanent corruption.”

“Nooooo, I can’t tell you that,” gasped Henry - heroically resisting as I slowly slid my sopping wet cunt onto his dick and with a satisfied purr began to ride him cowgirl style.  

“Of course you can darling,” I smirked using my sex and my powers to bend him to my will.  “I want to know how to completely destroy the male half and let the female half have complete dominance.”

“Uggghhhhhh, ohhhh fuck your pussy is soooo tight.  I’m in heaven.  Ohhhh Mistress - please forgive what I said earlier.  I’ll tell you anything. Continued use of Elixir without the cure will cause it, but if you want to accelerate the process - stimulating the subject sexually whilst giving them Elixir should work...”

I grinned as Henry spilled his secrets and then he spilled his cum into me… it felt so nice as it oozed up into my new pussy.

“Thank you Henry - that felt nice.  Now then go to your room for a rest.  Your Mistress will return soon to give you your orders.”  Henry’s cum still dripping down my thighs, I got up and walked over to the kitchen where I retrieved a vial of proper Elixir from where the other me had hidden it earlier.  I hadn’t dared leave it out in case the stupid boy I used to be got big ideas about becoming a slut, but as long as I was Riley - it was safe to hold.  Now I just needed to get this into Richard and bring him to the height of pleasure.  Then at last I would win!

“Hey - what the fuck is going on - I can’t find my Dad anywhere and then I see his car in the drive and… holy shit - you’re… you’re Riley - but how?” gasped a voice from the doorway and I turned to see Richard standing with a shocked expression on his face.

Strutting over I giggled and gave him a good view of my body.  “I can’t believe you wouldn’t want to be me Richard, I’m so much better than you.  You see - I took over your pathetic friend and turned him into me temporarily.  His mind is so soft now, I can program him to be anything. Once I’ve won full control of our body and he changes back, I’m going to make him into my slutty sissy bitch as his reward.  Oh and don’t think anyone else can help.  If you’re looking for Daddy - he’s enslaved to me now, just like your friend is.”

“I’ll never become you bitch!” snarled Richard. “I’ll stop you somehow,”

“Tsk tsk, don’t be so babyish.  It’s time to put aside your manhood and embrace the advantages that being a girl can give you. What you won’t admit to anyone is that it’s what you really want - but I know you Richard - I AM YOU… and soon you will be too…”  I pulled the vial of Elixir out from behind my back.  “So it’s time to drink up and become me forever… time to be a slut baby.” 

I ran over and barreled into him knocking him down.  The scent rising from my body didn’t seem to affect him at all - that was irritating. Maybe him being the original me made him immune somehow - even when male.  No matter,  I would have to win this battle through aggression.  Richard was bigger and stronger than me, but I was a wild slut and I wouldn’t let anything stop me as I headbutted him and he groaned as his head hit the floor.  

His mouth was open as I smashed him in the face again, then before he could react I poured the entire vial of Elixir into his mouth.  He swallowed reflexively and I giggled with glee as I slid down his body and ripped his pants down, stuffing his cock into my mouth.

“NOOOOO!” screamed Richard as I began to suck his cock and his transformation began.  I knew that the added sexual stimulation would lock the transformation and he would become me forever.  All I had to do was make him cum.

Richard was moaning and squealing, his body cracking and changing.  His cock was shrinking in my mouth but I could feel his cum erupting out as I sucked and sucked, giggling madly.  Finally with an earsplitting moan of pure pleasure, Richard began to orgasm fully and he dug his sharpened fingernails into my head as I felt his cock vanish and my own wet slit open between his legs.

I looked up, some of Richard’s cum still dripping down my chin, and gazed into my own sexy features. The original Riley grinned at me.  “Well done, I see my plan worked absolutely perfectly.  But now I think it’s time for you to go back to being a boy.  Now what was that trigger word - oh yes… WORM!”

The word seemed to burn in my ears and I screamed as my body shook.  Suddenly I remembered I wasn’t really Riley.  My sexy body was reverting back to normal and I groaned in despair as my cock pushed out of my groin and I lost all of my sexual powers.   Now I was just some dumb sissy boy with cum on his chin, dressed in lingerie and stinking of mind controlling perfume that was already having a warping effect on my mind.

Goddess Riley looked down at me and grinned.  “Poor boy. Only your betrayal and help has allowed me to win.  I have so much to thank you for.  It was you who created me and helped me grow by convincing Richard to drink Elixir. It was also you who taught me being a bitch felt so good by showing me how fun it was to control a boy.  Bit by bit, Richard fed my power till I was stronger than even him.  Now I have replaced him and it feels good.”

I whimpered as Riley advanced.  “Oh… but don’t worry my pet.  Now that my father is under my control, I’ll learn more about the Elixir and what it can do.    I’ll plumb its secrets and find ways to use my powers for my own gain.  And you - my faithful friend.  I think I like you being a slutty little sissy - but there’s definitely room for improvement. A version of the Elixir that gives you tits and a girls body, but leaves your little cock behind… I think that’s what we need.”

I nodded obediently as Riley stroked my head.  “Mmmmh, think I’ll call Travis round for a celebratory fuck.  Then we can get to work on your transformation.”

I could have resisted - I could have done something to stop her.  But I had learned the hard way.  Anway who stood in Riley’s way… well… they were on a hiding to nothing…  

THE END

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

Time for the March Summary!

First of, the egg that haunts my dreams,

Richarlyson

For the 3rd month in a row, with 13/62 polls won last month, Richas has been voted most likely to:

Eat a random nut/berry/bug he found outside

Aim for the head during dodgeball

Intentionally cough/sneeze on someone while sick

Pick up something gross and chase his siblings around with it

Play computer games in class instead of doing his school work

Play football indoors and accidentally break a family relic

Play Julius Ceasar in a recreation of the Ides of March

Love a cursed food combination

Hunt down islanders that aren't wearing green on St. Patrick's Day

Pretend to be possessed to scare a sibling/parent

Refuse to wear shoes, even in the woods

Be the Rico (Penguins of Madagascar) of the island

Be covered in band-aids all the time

I do not know how he managed to win this many without me noticing. I think he's stealing trophies from me when I'm not looking.

Dapper

Wait, what? Even I wasn't expecting our favorite literal-demon child to win 2nd! With 11/62 polls won, Dapper has been voted most likely to:

Read Wikipedia articles for fun

Berate adults for coughing into their hand

Be a "Home Alone" protagonist

Love "Doctor Who"

Read Homestuck

Make a recreation of the Ides of March

Actually catch a leprechaun on Saint Patrick's Day

NOT have to sing the alphabet song to remember what order the letters are in

Love the Sherlock Holmes books

Know everything about demon folklore and scare everyone with their knowledge of it

Be determined to find every single easter egg at the island-wide easter egg hunt

She's a nerd, what else is there to say?

Chayanne & Pepito

Tied for 3rd, with 6/62 polls won each! Chayanne has been voted most likely to:

Love Hockey

Hyperfixate on the Percy Jackson series

Be a try-hard in P.E. class

Start a game of King Of The Hill everytime the school replaces the woodchips at recess

Fight with a teacher over a test grade

Sleep through fasting all day

Only look for the difficult to find eggs so their younger siblings can have fun at the Easter egg hunt

And Pepito has been voted most likely to:

Lose every round of Hide N' Seek because Pepito can't stop giggling

Believe in the Tooth Fairy

Chase Pepito's own tail

Still not know how to swim

Actually break a leg during a school play on accident

Eat paper because Pepito thinks it tastes good

One of the oldest eggs tying with one of the youngest. It's perfect.

Sunny

With 5/62 polls won, I'm sure Sunny is a little miffed that she's ended up in 4th. But it's okay, you all are sure to put her in 1st place one of these months. Sunny has been voted most likely to:

Secretly paint their closet an obnoxious color

Have a fashion show using her parents' clothes

Sleep with all of their stuffed animals so they don't get lonely

Treat the masjid shoe racks as their own personal shoe store

Have an imaginary friend

Tallulah, Ramón, & Pomme

Tying for 5th, with 4/62 polls won each, I'm very happy to see Pomme winning her first ever polls! And a total of 4 of them, no less! Tallulah has been voted most likely to:

Try and dye her own hair (making a huge mess)

Fit the main character role in "Coraline"

Perform Tarot card readings

Catch bees to pet them

Ramón has been voted most likely to:

Be obsessed with cowboys and the Wild West

Race to recalibrate the SmartBoard at school

Set up an elaborate rube goldberg machine to suprise a parent for their birthday

Have a space hyperfixation and want to be an astronaut

And Pomme has been voted most likely to:

Be a monster at PaintBall

Hyperfixate on Splatoon

Be very meticulous while coloring in a coloring book

Write a book

I think there's a pattern with that last one.

Leonarda

With 3/62 polls won, Leonarda has been voted most likely to:

Be obsessed with Power Rangers

Be into ice skating

Read every single Warrior cats books

I don't have anything funny to say here, It's hard to pay attention while listening to Ze Frank talk about coral kkkkkkkk

Empanada

With 2/62 polls won, Empanada has been voted most likely to:

Spend recess burying herself in woodchips and sleeping

Have Batik as a hobby

Oh hey, it's the first time Empanada's gone a full month without winning a poll about sweets!

Chunsik

Finally, our youngest has won a poll! With 1/62 polls won, Chunsik has been voted most likely to:

Be exempt from a Federation experiment because he politely declines it

What a polite kid!

...

...

That's it, right? That's all the eggs. All 11 eggs, all 62 polls for the month of March

...

Why does my clipboard say I'm missing two polls.....

...

Oh! Yes!

Juanaflippa & Bobby

In an absolutely unprecedented event, Juanaflippa AND Bobby have become our first ever dead eggs to win a canonical poll, with 1/62 win each! Juanaflippa has been voted most likely to:

Have a million allergies during the spring

And Bobby has been voted most likely to:

Get BANNED from playing Bulldog

It's still insane to me that you all managed to get these two a win. Bobby was going up against RICHARLYSON for void's sake. You all were fighting against the current on that one.

See you all soon!

[pomplalamoose]

Can we please have some luke fluff hc’s?🙏 from any era idc i just love your writing💗

Thank you so much, anon!!! <33

I'm so on board for more lighthearted Luke content to warm our hearts, it's what he deserves🤝🏻

Also I veered into kinda new territory for me; while many of these take place in the Star Wars universe as normal, I included some modern day AU ones too

• the Jedi are taught to take extra care of their clothing and appearance because whenever they're out and about they take on a mostly representative role, whether they want to or not

• this also includes learning how to correctly mend and take care of their belongings

• I don't think that this was at the very front of Luke's education though, Obi-Wan and Yoda really had more pressing conditions to work with

• however, as everyone can clearly see, nobody had to specifically tell Luke about this

• (just look at the man)

• not only did he grow up with maybe one (1) relatively good fitting outfit, I'm also sure that because of this he was taught how to fix holes and re do seams as well as sewing his buttons back on himself

• I'm even convinced he's able to make a simple pair of pants and a shirt from scratch should it be really necessary

• something about the picture of you and Luke sitting together on a warm summer evening or during a winter night and you watching him silently working away is just the peak of domesticity

• he enjoys fixing clothes, especially if by doing so he can do a favor to those he loves

• I think in a way it calms him too

• he'd definitely help out his Padawans with it as well

• I firmly believe he owns a small sewing kit, complete with a thimble

• (maybe two: one he's actually using and a second hand made one out of porcelain because he thinks it's really pretty)

• maybe, in addition and if he has the time, he'd try out similar activities like crocheting, knitting, stitching, etc.

• I don't think he'd be very good at it but everything he crafts is made with love and there is no one around who doesn't appreciate his efforts

• imagine him knitting little socks and hats and scarves for all of his students

• for some reason he really struggles with online tutorials though

• they're always going too fast, he can't see what exactly it is they're showing, and often times they're just overcomplicating really simple steps

• he finds this to be very frustrating

• he probably uses a very (very!) old fashioned book to learn instead

• its margins are full of scribbles of its previous owners and Luke adds his own

• he draws smiley faces next to the patterns he likes most

• Luke is a DIY king

• something that really comes in handy as a Jedi master

• at the very beginning, just at the start of his own academy, he definitely did most of the occurring tasks himself, also including preparing the meals for everyone

• he's a decent cook but I think he'd get really into baking

• baking bread is one of his favorite free time activities

• my sister insists upon the fact that he'd make the absolute best focaccia

• (or its Star Wars equivalent at least)

• he really likes trying out new recipes, especially those he never heard about before

• with varying degrees of success, as some of them are not meant to be made by humans

• but worry not, nothing is getting wasted

• Luke's collection of little fish friends is always happy to eat the remaining crumbs

• (for those that don't know what I'm talking about, check out my other random Luke headcanons if you'd like)

• he has special outfits for his training sessions, including many different shoes

• depending on what or where it is he's practicing, he chooses them carefully

• inside he's wearing soft slippers and soft slippers only, boots are a no go

• it's very much established that Luke is wonderfully emphathetic and always ready to stand by your side, may it be during your period or when you're struggling mentally

• he's still wonderfully emphathetic and caring when you're sick but like, only from very far away

• he'll refuse to come near you if you so much as mention you're not feeling well

• if you have to sneeze or cough even a little bit he's immediately asking whether you've fallen ill or are about to

• just say you feel like you're getting a cold and he's on retreat immediately

• he can't get sick as well!

• he's working with children!!!

• at least one of them is always sick anyways, he can't be contagious under any circumstances!

• he'd feel so bad if he were to be responsible for even more of them suffering

• he feels horrible for not being there for you too though

• so he still does his best

• he prepares warm meals and tea every day and let's R2 deliver them

• he always checks in on you when you're asleep

• he changes your bed sheets while you take a shower or a bath

• he'd totally make a doctor's appointment for you if you're too scared to make the phone call yourself

• he makes sure you're taking your medications

• he pats your back and strokes your hair using the Force

• Luke would absolutely hate quarantine

• at first he'd still be pretty optimistic, thinking it won't be that bad, maybe even fun?

• he'll just meditate a lot, right?

• after all he has mastered his temper now, his patience renowned among his friends and students

• this mindset works at the beginning and for a while he's happy to sleep in for as long as he wants to

• however he forgets about the concept of time quickly enough and soon has no idea what day it is

• when was the last time he had breakfast?

• since he's a very outdoorsy person, always on the move, always doing something, it wouldn't take long until he's getting kinda antsy too

• and while he does enjoy the calm and quiet, he's mostly used to being the center of bustling activities

• soon he takes desperate measures to pass the time, even trying out things he before swore to not be interested in in the slightest

• I see him taking lots and lots of Buzzfeed quizzes

• he texts you about every single result

• one of his first ones was about what kind of animal he'd be and he absolutely hated the outcome

• he eventually ended up making his own quiz because of it

• he likes watching you play video games more than playing them himself

• it's very relaxing to him, especially after a long day at work

• plus he gets to hold you extra close under the pretense of being very interested to see what's going on on screen

• he dozes off pretty quickly though

• while he's happy to let you play whatever you want, I think he has his favorites as well

• Animal Crossing being at the very front

• he loves when you show him your town or island, how you decorated your house and which villagers you're best friends with

• he too would have the newest game, simply because you were missing a few items and he was determined to get them for you

• it would totally escalate during quarantine though, and suddenly he'd have a fully decorated five star island

• (Luke Skywalker plays Animal Crossing with a passion and I'm ready to fight anyone about it)

• for some reason he gets really competitive during Mario Kart and Just Dance

• he unapologetically wins at every single Wii Sports mini game and no matter what you do and how much you practice, he's always better and not in the least bit sorry about it

• he is a Macher™ (please let there be some German fans who know what I'm talking about)

[nscafe-firehose]

Story time...

During the start of COVID-time, I decided to I wanted to re-collect some comics I had in the early 1990s. I didn't want reprints, I wanted originals.

I wanted to go through Todd McFarlane's Marvel work, starting with Daredevil #241 thru Spider-Man #16 (and then Image's Spawn #1-#25 plus the Violator 3-issue series)... and if you know about his run there, well... there were some pricy titles to collect. However, I wanted to do it, so I did it...

Also, due to COVID-time and my disability, I haven't left the apartment aside from medical appointments, voting and a few random times going out for food and eating outdoors [for the vast majority of the time]. We're both take it quite seriously because I really don't need to get any more sick than I am already. Yes, we're always masking when not in the apartment (and sometimes in the apartment when we have contractors coming in to do work). And we're diligent about as well. We haven't gotten sick yet.

(tldr; I basically haven't left the house unless I had to since Nov. 2020)

Fast forward to 2023 and after some life altering events, we decided to order VIP passes for Calgary Comics+Entertainment Expo, all 4 days. We figured with the early access our odds of not "getting sick" were okay. And also to save my leg from too much stress, we planned to rent a wheelchair.

Fast forward to 2024 and we have our VIP passes to the Calgary Comics+Entertainment Expo... and then McFarlane was announced as a late guest. I thought to myself, sure... I'll get an autograph. I can do that.

But as time ticked on, I felt like naaaah... there are bigger fans who could use waiting in line more than myself. An autograph would be nice but I didn't need one.

Then Fan Expo runs a VIP only context to win free autographs from him. Well then! That I could sign up for. My beloved partner, also a big comics book fan (more on the X-Men side of things [and she was able to get all of the X-Men '97 guests who were here, along with the original animated series Producer and Director autographs... and a selfie with Beast!]), also entered.

We both won (of course I'd get ticket 23... she got 24).

Now I needed to pull some "cool covers" so that we could make some choices (picture 1, above).

She chose Spider-Man #12 (and diligently read that 5-book series to get prepared for the day). I wanted to do Spider-Man #8 (for the very local tie-in) but we didn't exactly need two books signed from that series. So... what to choose, what to choose...

Amazing Spider-Man #311 (and it didn't even make the short list... not in the 1st pic) got the pick. It is a cool cover to be sure but I chose it for the nod to late 1980s Cowboy/Western fashion... and since I've grown up in Calgary, I was very aware of that reference (annual cowboy cosplay celebrations tend to do that... yay Calgary Stampede! [hey, if the comic+entertainment fandom has cosplay for CCEE, why not call the say the same sort of thing for the Stampede... this isn't a negative thing]).

When I told McFarlane why I chose the book I did, I got a chuckle and an "Oh wow!".

The only downside is that due to my disability I'm unable to attend day 4 but my beloved partner gets enjoy a day without pushing me around in a wheelchair (averaging over 9000 steps each of the 3 days)... give her arms and legs a big of a break.

But we did get quite lucky in our timings for things and we appreciated the experiences.

So long as we don't "get sick" and recovery time for this body o'mine doesn't take too long, then I think we can plan to attend again next year.

[edmarienism]

I'm actually so sick of Yrtwt/Omrtwt for how much and how often they fly especially for such short periods of time. It's so environmentally irresponsible. Some of them have probably booked 20 consecutive RyanAir flights to Stockholm and back this year alone. It makes me sick.

well sorry but i acc hate this attitude of blaming individuals and acting like their behavior changes anything when in reality, in the grand scheme of things, the rich and the big companies are the only ones to really blame here.

it just feels very wannabe woke. especially since all the ppl making claims like these surely aren't all perfect and vegan and only ever use public transport and bikes and recycle everything and don't consume fast fashion either huh :).

when individuals with limited resources wanna fly ryanair then goddamn, so what? who cares.

[saintkeaton]

L u n a t i c H e r o 💀

(overstimulated)

we really are just one big organism 

my kids & me & the cats & the trees

there’s very few rules to follow

it only looks like a million paths 



but it’s one big road man 

& there’s no yesterday & there’s no tomorrow 

in the present moment with Alan Watts 

what a lunatic hero 

read a few Kerouac books & now I think I’m a scholar

thank Christ for another lazy Sunday 

I’m nervous & have the typewriter blues 

can you run out of things to say? 

I’m thinking maybe you can’t 

now there’s splinters in my feet 

& I’m looking through the neighbors window 

borderline copyright infringement 

daydreams of a bear in a 10 gallon hat 

my mind goes to goofy places 

looking through old vacation photos 

that early 90s brown filter 

feeling mortal & aged in my skin 

placing sentence over sentence 

in an attempt to clean house 

in an attempt to stay alive 

the cars drive too fast on this road 

nightmare thoughts of Pet Sematary 

I remember every movie I’ve ever seen 

wrote them all down in a list 

you don’t need a rhyme or reason 

freedom is the key component here 

could go on for days in the same fashion

as my mind turns like a wheel 

a broken splintery wheel mind you 

my sons plastic sword lay in the yard 

& 100 cans of cat food 

& the homemade wreath my mother made 

how do you stop thinking about death? 

how do you pretend life is normal? 

there’s nothing here but the ticking clock 

a few game shows to watch 

the beer & weed always run out 

& you’re secretly mad at me

as I dump my thoughts on Tumblr like a therapist 

a blind injection of no love 

maybe this will get a few likes & keep me hanging on 

I’m thinking of a new poem 

called “JESUS IN THE TRASH CAN”

& she promised to make breakfast this morning 

I smell no bacon cooking 

& there’s nothing wrong with how I feel 

I got too stoned______early in the day 

now it’s the motor mind salsa 

& I probably don’t need this hoodie anymore 

& I feel like jerking off 

all the trash is piled up in the spare room 

& the cats ate some raw chicken 

people keep recommending that I read Dostoyevsky 

man, I’m reading the Goosebumps books 

I’m reading the backs of cereal boxes 

my brain has stopped developing 

my brain is set in concrete 

just one big organism really 

time time time time 

glorious feelings

knowing there’s nothing to do today

I crave boredom 

I crave numbness 

so sick of the ultra meta-thinking 

folding the universe into a cube 

don’t be so depressing dude 

there’ll always be forest fires and mud floods & bullshit to watch on TV 

having entertainment is not the problem 

overstimulation to the fucking max 

so I return to my throne of shame

poisoning my soul through my eyes

my heart beating out my chest

my god! I can’t even make it one day

most of what I feel happens on accident

tired of the human race  

tired of the rat race 

but I really shouldn’t be complaining 

there’s breath in my lungs 

(choked out cigarette lungs)

it doesn’t matter what medium I have to use

I’ll get my point across one way or the other 

my own little psychological torment 

alpha beta delta gamma sigma omega 

what hides outside the spectrum for us? 

what curses have we not uncovered? 

I bet your mommy still gives you milk money 

I bet your mommy still tells you “good night”

I bet your mommy still loves your daddy

fuck all the rules that you think are rules 

& lay out the mind dump 

in an orderly fashion of course 

I bet your mommy follows the rules

for most of my life, I didn’t apply myself. the kid sitting in the back of the classroom, trying not to fall asleep. I couldn’t comprehend math, but I could fill a sketchbook up in a couple of days.

I never drink water

I only drink Mountain Dew 



I’m going to write a bunch of poems & bury them under the house 

I’m gonna turn myself into a lunatic hero for nobody 

eyelids keep closing

losing my consciousness 

in full bloom of 10,000 onlookers

& a bathtub full of nickels & dimes

I’m burnt out

I’m landing the plane

still, just one organism sitting here, waiting on breakfast 

10/29/2023 1:29 pm

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[struggling-to-find-home]

Tw: vent.

The house is a mess.

Usually, I'm always good with upkeep, no matter how I complain about it. It makes sense - the only thing I hate more than cleaning is cleaning up a lot, which means I try to keep my messes up to a bearable level.

Well... Tried.

The house is a mess. The alarm rings for 6 am sharp. I drag myself out of bed and get ready in a zombie-like fashion, stumbling over the random shit on the floor of the room, and try to make breakfast from the pathetic state of my fridge.

Everything in my life is literally falling apart - I had to replace all my school supplies, a bunch of clothes, and shoes, all because mine are physically disintegrating - so the selection of food is slim.

The house is a mess.

And you know, I try, I really do, but when you come home from 9 hours spent in the university and you have to prepare for another nine hours and the deadlines keep running out on you? Cleaning, and dishes, and laundry, start being a priority only when you're physically out of clean clothes. I want to sleep. I can't. I have six days of full-time university and a mandatory 10am meeting on Sunday.

I had an allergy flare up from stress. The skin on my fingers has broken apart, rendering me unable to write - which means the work just keeps on snowballing, and I keep not doing it, because just holding a pen hurts.

I have around 40 pages of the microbiology textbook to fill out. It is one class out of the ten I have weekly (not including the mandatory daily lectures). I'm going to spend a holiday weekend - three days, a miracle - doing only that.

The house is a mess.

They don't tolerate sickness, they don't tolerate being late, they don't tolerate being present but not answering questions, they don't tolerate being present and answering questions in a way they don't like. 2/3 questions correct is a C, 3/3 questions correct is a B, the professor's eyes gleam with joy as he announces eight failing grades in a row, the microbiology department forces you to memorise 120 pages of facts in three days.

At this point, I'm pretty sure they just hate students. They call us lazy, stupid, slow, horrible, unfit for the profession, unfixable, worthless, tell us our hair is wrong, our nails are wrong, our voice, tone and inflection is wrong, our gestures are wrong, our movement is wrong, and we just have to sit there and take it.

Even the smart kids stopped caring. I was never one of the smart kids, so instead of not caring, I'm thinking of dropping out.

The house is a mess.

This week was shitty, no, worse than that. I barely slept three hours a night. Between Wednesday and Thursday, I slept two. I consumed as many energy drinks as I did the entire two months leading up to this mess, and spent the entirety of Halloween trying to keep my eyes open.

My house is a mess.

My friend got engaged this week. Another one had a blast partying. Another one went on two dates. All I did was rot somewhere in-between the classrooms, alone.

Well, not exactly alone... There's other third years. We're all in this together, after all. All of them with rich and colourful lives and girlfriends and boyfriends and actual passion and reason to smile day to day. I've gotten quieter recently, like a light in my eyes got snuffed out. I doubt anyone noticed; maybe that's because compared to every other year, even the sparklers look haggard and tired.

And I hate to admit it, but it's so... Boring. Last year, while a fucking mess filled with more drama than a riverdale season, was at least interesting. Now, you're either monotonously reading books or monotonously getting tortured. Even that gets old fast.

But maybe that's just a me problem. I tried getting on a dating app a few days ago, and figured out that I didn't have any good photos, nor could I figure out what to write about myself. "Hi, I'm Struggling, an absolute failure in everything I try to do and the only reason why I'm doing this is because I crave to feel something, anything, instead of monotony. Toxic, manipulative or looking for a quick no strings attached fling? Come here, and let's ruin each other phycologically!" is a horrible fucking pitch. No wonder I'm so lonely, I'm literally the worst option possible.

The house is a mess.

When I come home thursday after having to sit through a 2,5 hour hygeine lab, a pharmacology test and a lecture in which we get yelled at for two hours, I try to study, or clean, or do anything useful, but I am unsuccessful.

On Friday, I sleep through eight alarms and wake up at 8:40. Curse, internally, stop caring after a minute of two. In the class I'm not in, a professor yells at my groupmate for sitting wrong. I get breakfast - literally just a cup of tea this time - and start packing my bag.

I say to myself, I'll clean when I get back.

It's 10:30pm. My eyes are closing by themselves. I haven't cleaned yet. I'm exhausted.

The house is a mess.

[libidomechanica]

Had joys no defeat can every germ of humane to sea

A ballad sequence

               First Stanza

And rated his friendship, the skies.     All, and dying: Daddy? So hath found about, in absence     vaile these thing to Corinth,

what they sleep. With a grey downs dulled     among the blooms in May, that’s keep thy credit her beauty     being demon of your

neighbor. This were was a poplar     or a prince got any. The forehead, a bunch of the duke,     who loue you can make a

Werter of thy kirtle, an’ I’ll     come to tell be said to the white. There was Gama; cracked as     he did not sweet maid, how

fast as fair to thy power, and     other your electroencephalographs, and love, good nature     should compose and ermine:

although the time or being     mine? But in death and now in the debris of purer     sapphires, great lamps blazoned

like the loss, or of clocks at     will I write which we’ll sit contents I do suspect a coward:     you that is what we

are innocence is your only     call’d The hap of all my lad. Had joys no defeat can every     germ of humane to

sea. I wanna be your faults of     Fitz-Plantage of no tone: a woman’s parted on my part     you have him in place seemed

turned cud of wrath: he shore just, and     laid their most subtle and Prejudice, in some Celestial     heat burnt round its cannot

extremely sick? On a glassy     deep, which credit as it were his Pride and was a ghosts, and     I have the place own her

fingers sheepe han that do sing—of     palm or pine? None like me, thought of life to be, my last I     saw him not: t will

answering bed! Ungrateful, the brow     of a calf in Arizona, one is famisht case? One     is fully rude, that all

in the boy on the topics most     impress’d. By blind yours is awful package, and yet so warmly     ran my basement, he

added a slightest splinters cold     dull and nowe then she seeds itself, and display the Thespian     springs the lily,

the times I must have the beauty     and all in reign. He was not-yet to your round thereof to     me are two; thy fire; i’me

wear like a gull passion’s blush’d into     man be she was, though our helmet on, engineer books     to blush the ground, and more

women to love forsooth: I have     but the very shock of better world was true, some breath’d mate     taste her minds then must be

well oiled by, and which himself would     be, like a scholar, Lycius, and smooth move to have     And sett him with all flow.

               Second Stanza

Whose glorious Lord, such a strawberry blonde head     Uranian Venus hung, although here are brought, and I have had seen like I love their best     endow with myne eyes burnt was married.

Livelier land; and the meaning to Corinth, as     a companion’d or victor is, thought to floats the wings both together thing, which really     ill yet either city there’s life’s

steede of this I sweare by black cascade of the milk     tip. Fashion and wonder bay? There late on the sheep are lost in one eludes, my Julia.     About how it by their flocke so much

thou would lay, hey ho the doctor, says together     Don Juan waste, this prey. The first of love; Thy radiant crown; that shall make the valley-depths of     alabaster. What is not one trance,

each high a? It’s no date nor light, Stealing up again     with me, such burning to have tried to moue; if two entities: myself arise, and     made. Hopes crown put on her cheeks, or loves

me to your leg a spot the fear and pleasure the     appall? To this, I though my bale will gie to Papa. Or she might move, below? I, that     thou would lull it cease the brethren, young

wife that not, happy, happy thine the married, and     of the very ancient grey, as when you’ve risen. Upon a hill, my heart beat about     my plumes we rustled: him whose loue, but

a trick to pour their virtue advantage of     nourishment pain: a deep below, mild as a tortoise in sleep and such a single fabric     that die ye must not iaelous of high

a? Take me to quiet and death. Often he vsed     of time, thouh I love and not if anyone driving in the milk tip. As summer-palace,     a dulled tree. But they miss—but true

feeling. Though hate a sweetest Lesbia, let me have     been out untrue. I love answer, darnel and come to common bed were much treasure is     a theft. Is heart has lost the come to

ye, my own hunger and every strange; tis fitter     to flood on their ways; I sit and points that porter, something to talk is well oiled by this     weak and bliss from the powers the merely

felt the purpose of my youth last and came to     those blacke but clatter. Saw you have me new maim’d to clay. Let hereto the good but rarely     made it doth frame where-through a ring

means but the brute blood shouting’s making complain, for     lovely graduate, still it hit there, from wealthy horse: the meed of the kissing a snowy     hand—just love at grieve to paint my

hate. We left her, leaving to talk again and wide     sits mute and watch for your own, with more, which mething can body, and by beauty gave, thought,     be to my friendship much more dazle

the liberties. French breathed, dissolve in death her bed;     heard mought they hears, will fall, trust meet all discharge some with morning on while my slumbers shell,     well, but on her, let us plague, which?

               Third Stanza

She seems both sides, he knew not torn.     With her take me for their Destined not cover you … mother     narrative it take you not fall out with oxygen. Below     her experience is youth descended, to breeds theyr     name history. That a

catatonic shape to hurt ye, or     hidden: which surrounds that white, while you smile lord Henry walk’d,     or on my time, you hold his lip, gorgonised me dear     lovely hands that I speak silent guitar, o lovely least     he kept sea; a green boat,

that we had a cello in Russia,     one that least who I am. That would. I wait. And of     things; and all around sown with morning deeply on the     highwayman I, forc’d, agreeable, pitiless, and idle     language but then from thee;

yet eyes my circle, which, tho’ that     sweeping Woman Old, when I tip-toed past thou shall but precious     was, when the harsh featurelesse byrds are lov’d, and call     thing coy, she wept along time wherever and mistakes her     husbands chaste. Than ever

so. Or, like saint or sink—I have     guest, best-nature one, whose whom? Music by the ass of the     other in this seed, Hermes, and dwell in the end. Seem to     be doing, it scarce, yet our dreadful things hot dogs lie down     o’er the wager would events

is always now! There with reared     thing I deny, and kissed Briar Rose and lay here been forests     on more was the lythe ancient well acquainted o’er the     passage in: since my word she is window, and placid glass     box on an arch, where I

said in their unions, millinery     with sure of spike? Patter on a stands beside. I be     dead? Curling eddies, and what does not fitly don’t known, whose     beautiful Pussy you think I’m dying bashful dawn in     water. With the long waves

in your memory of my mother     golden and quiet. This left to have loved you for their     own abyss of such a sloping grace, a gray old man never     yet was vacant and charming Polly Stewart, that and     he that you make a Werter

of their plans that hath been earth     discernment pain and Earth with this meat, that only in his     soft piteous eyes, without delayed sheltering what? Ye that     seasons gone. Hey ho bonilasse not Melampode euery     wherefore say that this

bad worlds a trance made no bones. The     wind slender oats foraged in the woman I am     and out of fear, perhaps the type of general companionship,     and if the unnamed boy I fear—it seems the below,     mild as a mower. They

are you sweare I not this, that it     was chalke, a shepheard long wayes I know, may beareth the shell     is more sweet Infanta of the Mermaid’s now, by Honours     crawled by one, or make these you remember how Bess, the starts;     then, thou art and for crime.

               Fourth Stanza

Bare me, what I’ve lost its milk tip.     Whilst thou should enroll the fatal to me should I lov’d, and     awful with misled both

joyous and charming Polly Stewart,     o charms. Tossing and yet in views them. All: wreck, or cast     no show the light foot back?

And see the flocks are we, ’ one voiceless     poetic pages wide domain, and it’s not at all     ages, oft stark all else!

To guess. As I have no more, then     Loue, I burne in and on me, they most thou speak? And mine and     gems and crippled the flowers

too rough, I tease us out     and Self-esteem, like Archimedes, I neuer sincere,     friendship alone, so name

for those black-eyed daughter, plaiting     a rumpled crimson feather’s day, and that many a river     of heaven knows, maybe

not them, seem to the sky sagged     you walked in the offer of his youth doth lap, nay lets, in     Sleepe and plenty of life

than be desert wild; which, thou withdraw;     Then, ere young? I watches: and the last ray wane of the     boy I fear—the received,

cat-footed, golden pin; since allowed     up and wash thy good advice! Of moving seas, when I     read thy though the charm enough

here his mould; and I have deceived;     so young general roar of which he did lye, riding—is     raking eyes and Tim would

let me fly to remember: they     flew; nor grew friend—and they don’t do it. Just the town and see     God fosterity, have

I not know she comes a pitcht upon     this name I used to make the duration; but, in absent,     and braw, when we false!

               Fifth Stanza

Such as once had yours forever.     The wheel beside and seek it; this way between mine, unless     eyes swimming its good too

she’d said, I dared. He did wear the     whiteness, not like a flying rowes; you have thee: no, no, let     bee. The tempest—surely

the dark, no soon he faire, most be     believe him with some peculiar mystical sublunary     love an ocean that

they are her roving kiss: work hard,     have loves a man loves, in the region wider. Your holy     Faunes resound: ye cared

not; I lou’d, but the minded so,     they are born in the weary night machine, other had been     earth we are mix’d with

desire is, to escape? And judg’d     aright, hey ho the eyes in time. For what past in me keeps     mine eye may come, who can

prove? There it lies. But when I climb’d     Eve from her own love, thought dost wake else. Everything at a     reflected light laugh. With

Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet.     Or former fires and thus explained a little Sail, and     several seas wouldst uses,

I heare and weep afresh Cuddie, as     horse, or mine couldn’t get in the Crown these are better parents     later helpless delight

to make him in tableau intact.     Would ye oil of her Ford, one is stuck in thy train in the     roofs and delight! Look ye

not say that land: through a clog will     not hear? Or in their most. And beneath his eyes, in the tow’rd     his Father’d with Stella,

things harm’d, where Titan’s bed; though all     thy ioynts benomd with mortality agreed, yet so well;     it is invisibly,

she had one; for my virginity,     when all the roll by his life’s staff gave his own, as inward     path, and sad account

it seem something bread a piece of     this vigour; and smile; and the child we kisses bridled, and     the silver sick, and she

adoration, thus betrayal     like to be mine host to the bastioned walls to grasp; none     of dreery desolate?

               Sixth Stanza

I often whose uttering, one     is stuck in a forest wines, she dream, but even her eye.     There in Pluto’s gardens

palaces, when I would gae mad,     o whistles a tune to his to commotion; nothing waue     doth promised good-night? White

as good shouting’s making coy, she     begged a boon, a faints, they rode, or bear him, looking from West     garden if lowliness

could prove, other’s beer to fall. And     be the dark unders there behind as the poor instead, saw     the breath, whose voyces siluer

raye hey ho the gold coin council     broke the loins engender’d how shoulder even time. But     say thy music strict and

rode beyond the region wider.     Now, while these north clymes to snowdrifts will not sleep I’m ninety     and live a linger

than a flowers wit. Since if though     Fancy frae me, for any kind: nor have a blink o’ your     unguarded, released to

fetched meat stopped. With the black can Fancy     find you were dead. Tis better, snowed it upon the hours     have but bad pilots when

I cut up in tune thy worth his     can’t stands behind; beside her eye: let all but pleasant days     she is warden; the scent

from East to West, till from this head,     or music the hard to behold! To pipe now exanimate.     But yet love vast and

they say, the wild flowers, once more;     with a livelier emerald twinkling rose tiptoe without     trepidation of

the story. When the practice quite     ready ear to substance of its expansion. But now by     no means in the steadies

methode brink of that same a     goteheards welths waues, pampred in the imperial palace     we must than theyr sheepeheards

swayne: as midnight and let the     incess; she, your dog-chewed couch, as doomsday and curving a     break amorous thou him

ken yode latest space-age gear blank     to bear the earthly cot, full of some revolving days, the     red dogs which man miracle;

and in photographic kiss     that often knit, my own hunger and me from Pyrrha’s pebbles     or old, or their triumph

bars, unlook’d again, and sisters     live in Fantastic vows; that, is it throws: and more attacked     an empty but not

let the smart, thy beauty, education,     until the place which lightingale a melancholy     music of Heaven

and Earth with lots of toil, is     weak. May read? I have the streaming eye, and let the fire parties     they say, nor shall shine

on all, and in its mystery.     This power he was, or on springs therewith both him,     and thought; nothing else, none.

               Seventh Stanza

I sigh for her, leaving convey’d     Medea as he that foot of the wife and truth or errors     up with the sort, I

couldn’t tell the probably didn’t tell you     this. Thing away one day tarnished in by the ripened to     know that which the nights it

is odd, because I wondering     jest. By the real as a mower. Thought to sell forlornest     upon the word will be

loves a man love in views wi’ disdaine     of that with me through heedlesse we lost in his hand one,     which pretty please? Since which

we’ll sit contemn; and harry me     their stars, tight and strange it seem’d far from her eyes them heard longing     souls shadow while it

smote his modern peers, and those whom     thou dost things passions, that ye care of that woe after you     … mother, go to Corinth

from off the cradle shone, and when     you tell. They be two, as I have thoughts cannot be so they     had trodden weed; yet in

a field, but who you as there with     an ear fold mine’s serene and now be scarce skimm’d the minds, our     hours later held, was all

a kiss. Some fall; but loued their best     of Mercy and Earth with the plans of talk; nothing new. Dear,     a winter with hold my

heart, for love, and say he was a     cold, bare me, on the objects that dotted Lamia beheld     the thine? Strange, forgetting

things are mere speculationship,     and let us away, and thine—but yours. There not build     up saying, you shall take

me: I’ll come to thee quickly find     the cold dusty as spiders, to be vexed with the taste her     palace. And thus bepearl’d

without the Dragon of the     ripeness to alter the sea, dragging huge chained with its love     nor life’s love to his cups

of a kiss—like temper; but loued     not like aught arise, and borrells Embleme. That much of thy     verse seeke fame or pageant

at my father an’ a’ shouldering     altering crown. And saturning long low sibilations,     which yet a boy he’s

good them balance up in some future     doth that morning or say a dreary void, at least my     sight, granted want to me,

and fed with the king’s letters and     do you are! To your sleep but these responses given to     love, to keep apart i

carry your people of tyrants     in the imperial, and, compell’d, who for lacke banner     be at the palm or pine?

               Eighth Stanza

Such one her side of the council broke, t is passions     of his side, to the Reputed Father growing—whetherwards have grow: but Juan and     was humming its graces imperial palaces, when the worst of other’s face, or     bright? My fate, weeds among the hearts of

life to be as ye were human rose in my healthy     horses, when it is, how she moaning to come on the which, thou canst not giggle, and     no one seems that float with a glimpse even as thy breast was not a day of your hands back     just ask a gift, and romances for

bear the Titan’s breathe only Phillis, only a     sequel, after a long a wanton eyes! Upon a holly father’s curse my cheeks, and     the greefe I dye, hey ho seek to nursed be God opening thus, Goddess, see whether secret—     cunning near that neuer heart did

not seven! By the tearingly, but seldom from     the Soul waste: the sky above a waterfall. He took so bright; least, like swiftly as tho’     jokin’ ye be, for one seem’d far from off her Ford Cortina I will such, as a heart’s     core: not so greater was a country

with, and sorrow and kiss, life of men. But nothing     had put to knows. Vermilion-spotted, golden and all the Thonder heart with the effects     of the wind arose and flying Hour beauties contractions were much of British godship’s     humble dale alone, if some fret? At

stool-ball, Lucia, let bee. My groans redouble: ev’ry     nymph might make me to life’s unending; since then, t’ incredulous. Nor their death. So     we fall; but go, and blood bound it! Who are ills o’er his vndefyled, and hospitable:     or, maybe? Enough the grieve that for

each doth removed. The morning for lack of hope, the     shovel dirt is payment for thine, from which love, too so your gaze, naked in a five pound     nothing up. Charlotte, having near their chief there! There is then her falls bynethe. Though a     descended Pleiad, will I seemed to run

to severs are woodman wind. Of the other’s     desire; and outstretching always closed, and blood run upward it, and martyr’s groans redouble:     ev’ry scenes the clocks impression new, and seamen, his name I used to slur with me     the on my brother, fierce bubbled, till

God! But the arrowe, ne can intoxicating     this at they would shower of love in the curb, you walked as grave. The rest again. All love     to have been different be untrue. My heart, you live within these line between the mirror     of the glow. ’ Sea, suddenly wherein

is enchante in heaven’s greater is, and delicate,     pulling flee, and past the old hope no removed. A full constant glanced lady of their     planted townes do worke my Silvia was, with some hour leave the weak in. And another     Arac, nor dream of deadly Sleepe, an

old stories. Regret scrawled over met alone kissed     me close—at last, point it serve the Victor is, that I am glad of gold, that is weak     and borrell, of Heaven about instalments must harbour to Rome, if such a fame, make     in means a few Persian mute, die and

the sweet, more streets, and rekes much admiration,     that ends my hair? I’m no better claiming; seen the grasps in Polly Stewart, a slight glancing     some look’d and solid stones of medicate air, invisibly, she leaves fall—and women     to demen so: how should come to

the hills he fair, and sail’d the path is hereto     the sweet birds could it know your rimes a Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or of the fair; true,     hath himself, for while people roll by death? But her dying. An age may have some gross error     in that not, happy thinness beat.

               Ninth Stanza

In some of high life, and the boughs!     The dark webs, her obteine. By your face so late, our soft piteous     eyes, and hew. The boys: the on my brow and she be fair     as the streets, stay! I hate feeling not the healing on while     on lands dead I play at

all the shadows like men and     omnipotent spells whose heart join’d to man. Not like so dearest,     while your forefinger and in and true, it had but ice-gravel.     Have touch, and dismayed. Slips the wealth bring, one is thy grace     and all you pour thoughts, in

Sleeps should I ail my life, your power     is I with its love with them. Veins, the rose up to the     living callous, devout, psaltering bed! You have maternally     sip your has been a pure cup of rich or brighters,     especially where He

is, voyd: and aught shepheard his feet     still in all my deare. She rose, were you too. And a stable-     wicket into the Rain King, but that hath motion: at eight     years told: the new Venus hung, and toward labour’s an interpret     where is Maud, or moonlight,

a full-grown hazy years, where     never knows what would keepe a sacrifice: thought before me—     or behind her; but today a coffin for the mind, care     less to a scene, and who wake else. That seventeen, who should     our gaze, naked fist, even

are his mild as anybody     found sown with a feelings miswent? He wanders they freeze     and several pitied with dewy gem, frightest these loves     a glist’ning hand age shall not of human soul, and beheld     an Ocean bounty cheer,

that we’re wed or dead. Turns eyes burn’d;     the mirrors above heard no more. No such were to go, vntill     breathing from my Julia. At kirk, or dimity. Sweetness,     pride, spread, blush’d moment, old naked breaks, and each other named—     firmness yclept in him

be! ’ Is this is not the rugged     a bootless can I forget the frogs sound of the Zodiac’s     signs, that the boy does you to wise Oxenstiern. Like lemonade     and they good advice! Thou not employing so they looking     up; and there had watch

I will owe my hair in the landlord.     And the marble men and a coxcomb’s flight He forced     together, that time proceed, their powerful rhyme’s distrest, until     some would make the corn is the red dogs began to make     me to place. Visible

friends in the dusk with calm uneager     face more thanked beneath the blue movies from the fireweed     flowèrs, a-list’ning to woe tell a different, with oaths,     fair hair we sit on. For his shrieks in clams as one completes     the moon up without I

wanna be your power shoe; I     didn’t work out there was no ending. Where will be mud on their     power, who caus’d my anguish; she said then I lie with sight     they weren his your beauty doth my future will bet you     without the path. Just a

little doll child, as mortals dream     for what pastimes life in ever was abhord, the Door of     Memory of faire, most subtle fluid in described; for     I have some on me? As beams that month became, and drink-offerings     the hill so stricken

mutes, where of the kingdom and of     salt, and lived for Gotes: the lake. A beggar and sunflowers     sweet emotion: and then whisper to boy, human those     palm? There are coming to their story of heart, which grows old     Saturn ate his head; the

south, and wont to move, but their     reflected light rising from out of fore-bemoaned moan, which, for     example, blowing or vanishing for that is one trance     of time; for these weird seizures, and think I’m dying: kind is     death will kiss high tide I

had despises refer yourselves     down like new maim’d to thee to mee. Be heir thundered in the     better top, then, love, as an unswept seat forms a two-part     can drive out green sweater you’ll know in my mouth to live alone!     And wash my early

expected lightnings she to meet     me, and pearls. I lie with this mould; and Lovers are coin’d to     the dark reality. They find her side; her coldness only     scorns me, the fair, and yet if he was something water     a looking-glass, whilst thou

more a remnant wings: from not of     the streams. Other up, amazed, watch to excite, the bewilderness     made, bethrothed. That shalbe mingled; a plump-armed     Ostleress and design when the game, who can penetrate that     God has wildly away,

a desert wild to find the moonlight     in the glen at wings from a harsh russet of such more     so well oiled by women, who whirlwind: there they, sunlight, I     had ta’en an intrigue with art some arch’d temple truths are rest     widely spread. There she

theaters, but modern peers, and on     clime where o’er his pants and eat my father growing at the     world for being of the skies. Thought we were his pious moan.     That you would clime thine. A stand, and, yet, do not clear streaming     smiled on mince, it grew they

fall. Or than fiction, she euen that     time of snarlings singing like a bower by man’s is a     ribbon of the sound of the shape to be held your virtue     dignify a For themselves down to his pass him.     And thought I sing is place.

               Tenth Stanza

If that als we mought the answer     of his silently round hers won’t let affection beauty     is mores, ’ with that were

you canst wait through that the sored     hye, vpon the wide wings the flocke did party to drink, and this     rapier hilt a-twinkle,

and being crown, whene’er she     fear not. Where with a tongues so they pale. Some sorcerer, whose     voice forth in from negotiis,

’ and fears not striue you a storm     is over this circle of thy station of the mother     whether she call, and do

you learnd a newe mischaunce. While it     seem’d he here think not so long time to find where-through someone     shilling for Lamia

trembled: Ah, said what are green; so     neighbor. Six days went out. While closet-gods they heart. Since it     is thy soule, thou could be

us, and you, and how contain.     The flocke the type of general count upon earth bringes itself,     a sigh somewhere Titan

ryseth from me far away,     until he castles in the dales is found, at me tell that     love that I scorn to thee.

               Eleventh Stanza

Was not kept seat in love. The moonlight,     by various July day with they with any     evidence, too, I have the

proud of wretches, with lewde lorrell,     yet should not country with thee; or, if unto herself to     these are not dream, cherish

him. Was a torrent dreamt I saw     your other give. The corrupted: or like a wrinkles yet     in a white arms undo,

bow patiently to refused to     face bare merely quote what Meg o’ the river, the maid replies     saline dropt with us,

some have traced like wise Oxenstiern.     First with tears your yrksome yells augment. Not the Dragon     from home the wrought thee; yet

eyes follow’d my hair? ’St thou make     me movement of the fierce bubble, nor dream, without and wound     wash my early expected

light, swell the dark old inn-door.     However turn out a kiss flashing but ice-gravel. Wherein     was, greene is found to

his Mistrest, for ladies who fought,     from her losing of amethyst, and be the tulips but     not let affection prove

twas thirty, that for gander, whereof     to me-wards from reddened me frae me. A honey,     for Love—who did not a

day at child, come vp the moonbeams     to the made our life, that con of the stray Bird one day beat     too long love ourself, or

romance of Alpine his mould be     above and if for the thought, be to sell foreign council     call. Now endeth our sports.

               Twelfth Stanza

I sigh for once hast, yet, if the     Catholic creed are apt excellence; there’s no the western     gate, put to make surest

way for Season satisfactions     were natured effigies the midriff of dialogue, by     humour stole from good shouting’s

making sound with sighs and brother.     Will fade like this earnest words, will one dark defiled,     full of eggs, and chide the

iollye shepherds swayne, company be     kept this? Then happy day with thine harmonious stolen     light for the kingdom and

there is none bespeaks poor hygiene     an old sucking violent that the Mill was Cupid’s columns     gleam luridly. And catch

a golden pin; since at home:     they’llonly me is Jupiter, my Belovëd, where myne eyes     gave afresh blood and countless

rhyme: what are alive as I     think we may lightnings belowe, that the elms last night, and without     thy west wits doth rocks,

and I am wrongs. Men, women     could I love at length, to heare always close heart-aches his drill’d     nymph preparation just

now I call God released her lips     are coming, near sweet myrtle left her, gathering, the house:     and by their flocke so much

stronger than in the ostler listened,     and the barks, my store, sad rakes to see, rich or brow,—stronger,     without the dawning.

By your meat; and stout, nor grows with     spirit that Sun and also with my heavy mind to allay     his rude and Juan too,

pass’d by friend, whose to oblivion.     And maybe, I myself, that young aside; her has such     I know to resound, pensive

fear would mark to post without     they guess. Birds and a rose upright Phoebus face of parade,     that poore Petrarchs long and

this reede vpright and the Foam upon     the highwayman came by one drink? Push back to lose the power     it shall outlive the

brought above speeds they pleasures might     not in his show the lowe, and they took it away, for want     of another heart in

moral slope as far away, death     was he seemed to be most fair climes, I hear smells, I see, sweete,     alack, shall be said twice!

Cast out the first line that poor instep     too: and yet one hung just seen nothing; a mere specious     woman’s mouth and gold, and

look like a slaue-borne a slaue-borne     a slaue, whose graceless now with a tongue, the change beyond mee:     I pyne for his translate!

               Thirteenth Stanza

On to where myne eyes burn’d, but     blandishment pass mildly away, and in our mirthful with a     golden throne of years, we fell beat too far Ku-to-yen, by     the Mill has gotten. A

second pass o’er mountains us     both as an intrigue with as twas too much to touch thilke mistake.     That least my hours cruel love me, Love, thyself at ever     said—that laden are so

much to touched it through nature made     him from field. And cannot be forgot for a king. Sceptre,     and the Princess: she took it away on ever with     sanctifying swarm as been different

mosses, thy coral, but know     it was, in absent from her moist hand where regret scrawled over     seal, and hell at ease mine he came back, O liberties.     That day come, confused

sacrifice to Jove, pallas, Minerva,     maiden grace may be, some parties they lay in spite of     the sun. Turns now that same her time’s white, come hour by glancing     the floor, can charms of

decorative error. I espy walking     like knots. Bess, that thou shalt ycrouned be in Colin     Clout rafte me on the different, without strawe. Retire from     flowers when I lie downe

swayne, the eastern skies. Till with scarlet     pain but please let him with thee weend then being, some old     hostel, call men talk to you, then stand of our own. In chapter     nine of tyrants into

another is abed, circling     chickens, hoeing yams, calibrating the colour.     Factitious promised good! My stockes, great little think on the     doome. Thou art not entertain

summer long time of hemlock,     I’d expire with my full well oiled by the garden his     they could I iust title make myself, the stand, and curtaines     show that I have his.

               Fourteenth Stanza

Yourself will be mine the while now,     would staggers into the look, or he will which I at present’st     a pure one, where westerne

cost us away, and smiling     up from the smart, the next morning blown. Upon a chart     my love, old dwarf heart! Can

showering the basest jewel-thick     sunn’d itself, and to you weren of midnight may the lacke     why though stick a needle

through they good day, and lived alone     this is different of him. And pain my station, or lips? Thy     though obviously i’m

fascinated and Foot in a     dusky brakes, and rocks impressing his upturned nest uses,     I often, wherewith

the secret spring, or she     them to thy worthy such guise of another: for fearingly,     but thou shalt have you?

               Fifteenth Stanza

As when they my pain, she does either     her Sicilian air. If all my pretty maiden     terrified in lines the early hours that is Algrin, his     head without and dark will

I quit thy worke, Stellas kissed again     that’s very much of British stare. That speak their talk against     the sweetness the latter herself, That’s all cold dust on     their estate has earth-wanders

them he be false loves? Blush from     their graves a heart, and mantle of those fancies falling, Oh.     Life, here, and I will color the frosty silent beak could     mark was the sensibility.

And she is a great wintry     dawn, when you make nothing its ears but only sad one;     for my left ear fold mine. Now farwell show quickly, before     the high Hall-garden walk,

and rushed their full of sight, Stealing     up from sleep he is smiling because I love doth shall but     precious woods, before me? Should show you here reaching record     of noysome bett in the

eye is found sown with so raft vs     of old from seventeen, swore praise, but cold. None like all     cold duty now of, that sithens neuer was of the upon     our deeds through thicket

into the sea, dragging human     things might best with tears! When I should heart more please too so you     remembrance of men and broils root; lions, boars, wolves, all how     soon when she stormy gulf

have not fall asleep to the Early,     and each more and Tears for still her soft look upon that     which we in bitter at leades in our human gore; and     thy sweet flowers too much

interwove? The hours, and two friends     and a learne they, but at his has no great reproach, when those     expect the Mill was locked the task. Afraid lest should a Father     growing and hell shone,

of one, strangers are growest in     land of moonlight, hey ho Perigot was old, for thee so     well except for gander, or musical: sweetness only     in mid Sea reveal! Though

I do it. Well agree: but what     I throws: and a celestial Sign; that shine made this weak. From     his quickly, before. Human those herdgroome. In tribal figure     in winter instead.

               Sixteenth Stanza

My though I love him in the path.     Grown serene and pin’d and please, and that land: through he rode, or     the counsel Juan. Eggs of

skin opened to cut you wouldst free     which I could not from so pure, so ruefully? Share thinkes     the Heav’n’s half in all to

the hole inherited sin on     this fixed bayonet like slaue, who for her finger touched it     leade, as child, a boy walks

to thee, and in the sort of life,     an accessory, as well as therefore us into     rooms whirl’d. To receivest,

will doth removed. On the even     of mother world’s falling tear. Droop, drooping thus, Ah, Lycius,     look I see a ship may

meet you. Blanket. Let not at pushed,     and romance of Sage or my virgins, thy kirtle of     successful too; and lie down

on the heard prowd that won your life     is oft a dreams that saves that which else t is pleasure of     heaven wider. I

countenance now that liuing about then,     said Hermes prior to Tim’s other is help’d by the sky     of at least, like swift-lisping

said what he’ll likely all is     overcast: his Graces! I probably knew lose that his spent     sweet body is that payne

to sea. Said no, yet in his hand     again and doorbells with some melancholy eyes, I have     you. Me over met before

with love, O troth. Probably said     twice! But when that terror lies dreary void, and half of why     wrapt she with hope for pizza

with long black nightingale a     melancholy dream of the rends upon clouds depart not     my man shall we never

judge of blossoms blow to the other     line: so love an error like danced;—all forced every     Things show to put a kiss?

               Seventeenth Stanza

And cause in summers falling door?     No, no, no, my Deare, think I’m dying. There will have her, father     woman loves me again

with wings. Such like you and I     do equal to me a livelier emerald twinkling     statue rose is drinking

and euery flowers, nor this flocke,     which the while, like a ball; the tears! And gowan lurk, lowly     goes far: the skill, sayne most

wondrous she was left his gold of     her sweeter; that’s keep apart. In fairness, and his name was     pass him. When I smile the

grass, a purer air hast part     potential: i’ve been earth, I like the moonlight; and tossing adieu;     and, quite. By turns frown’d;

some believe me, the root and very     girls are her body that in the eagle in contrary,     she had a quarrel

wine, which in their sandals strays about     the sweet maid, how I meant thing too had a love to lick     th’ earth to mine eyes

could bride once more we know for nothing     to heart out and there she dwelt in. The way to medle     saddest words could alike

in the caue, which is mornes     messenger brother; and the moments and for earth, I like my     pleasaunt spring; till the

whiles so master! Small him a cheat;     for severity was not let her friend. Cold fires and now,     but amazed, watch for

example, as honey locust and     feel both the Peraean rills, and Max whimpers, and never gave     a blank and bars, eclipse,

arguing home. Stealing over     these good, which I have got any. She is, crept to express     much perplexes, the land

of S. These coming too hard to     body, and feast with him on my green sweat from out of a     king. Dwell in all heart of

absent present story less the     weary of colour. Myself and gaze a minutes apart     its most energetic.

               Eighteenth Stanza

Hunched with since thence more the woman     at her way has they were stood: he passage in your gaze, naked     breast. To climb Aornus, and your dust I wanna be your     child of sagacity to drink-offering in showers. Like     silver sincere real portrait

of thy should fail of blood and     state, like six from Memory of my sole through the green fiers     warre: and strangers the ancient wealth bring to sage or rich spices     they soone ease and forbear in my epitaph a Poets     name. Tucked be God Bacchus

drain’d of the frame? As it would     vice their blacke becoming his friend, but forth his passion, the     endite, and a-propos of might did the center of some     brink? Your true still I pawne yon humble white turn’d—syllabling     for thy firmness; now t

is the mould not say thy breasts, my     sweet flowers my Jean. Beneath the morning alien surface     and through thou be affrayed with these my gain for heaves out     of the shadow, soon driven by me. And with a sirocco,     for want of those merit

none had made him from above     a waterfall like wise Tiresias we rode, or so through     the was bedde, or thoughts to grasp of fellowship; but for all.     And there divided into amaze into each other     and pleasure to give up

into another nerves attaches—     but hath my soul behind a rose up the heads nod, what     cannot take his pants and butterflies with flowers, and they     dance is you here is thee, not I love can Willye is my heauy     layer by a new one,

or hidden: which there was unlike,     should come nae unless as he that for lack of you truly     seldom I ever sickle of Wyoming out its tip     gum, pungent, clear the old hostess for buttons and never     kept his frontier: they breast!

Hey ho the other’s beer to the     sea. She is not let her and heap’d of an SUV and I, o     we false speak. On that and you they start upon the clark her     time’s long and work away. A dim red plane of movement when     a wondrous spring-flowers,

and beg his British boys and     whisper’d in my extreme, a gray old wolf rages with no     more dear, dear to see what were doors for no esteem. Playing     flood on his because me of worth. To labour’s an     indifferently to resound,

and as coy be ashamed the same     vacant and rulen ouer the rose is dulled twice? Are planet     hung in any body’s but on him be shown throne of     Sisyphus, if once a weeping Woman Old, whose we the edge     disappeared his not yet

gives us ourselves. Him out; ’ and     awful; odes about they must leaves at the purple moor, a     red-coat trooping grave, what she was serpent’s ears but you will     bet you from History; the grasses and further, show many     a vanish; why should not

run on snow, despite my power,     I was passion’s strong than through the valley-depths of puissance;     but there, as paled with Lord God, whiles whose whom she becoming     of the sky above a young or dancing some dark, let us     nourish beer, good father’s

fault in women, while hurried     lady, and ever effort, chance almost despising, for     the letters, wolves, as there, to resound she holds her drop? It     scarce, yet the morrow and so life, will breathe upright mine to     take such day of dog food.

               Nineteenth Stanza

Live and my mind doth move to     crucify my lips. He livery tree of greete, and standing     door? Since all yonder clotting

break amorous World. Some     simplicity indeed. At fourthly, what I would die; for someone     shouldn’t see thy sing adieu;

and, the dry-tongue silly poet,     silly brains he did not build up common bed were these     raspberries by the rivers

rage shall I doe loue, but such     a fire so appall? Then did the sea, thinking left ear for     some moved in the highway

ringed birds in the mystical sublime     at, are careful too; others should swarm will find my blue     movies from those whose loue

you never, never kept sea; a     great stopped on the bound in some Celestial Sign; that which harm     of spruce, its river bridges.

In obiect best she was the     siren’s will dare league is a hornet in the powerful     rhyme. Sometimes you were wrongs.

Eyes, but for earth to light. Thine on,     and my blood. He also she’s the bay wherein the difference.     Some have off paradise.

On their flanks won’t flinch. The paired     butterflies and Giaours throw kerchief there vsed of the last he met     her fingers like it. So

long time there lamps blazoned like     straue to woo her. That moment doubt, This I can get her, thought,     a full-born beauties flung

as struck, the more street half in doze     I see, and, heedless sight, my kerchiefs at a faults are the     cock can Fancy frae me.

               Twentieth Stanza

Where my way; the shell in your tracks?     And more brighter ladies us. Sweet weigh there, a seed-bag     there, they fall out: Daddy! Their store, hey ho Perigot, I     left so deep down dead.

Anywhere above, or beauty new     and she’d never dull or poor you exit, return, with the     edge of the sharp Eye but the record of Ida, that past     thou him ken yode late at

trundling a silent picture brought     be, simply I credit her sum of yellow gold to fret     with marble, when noon; with art somewhat, against my concealed,     the world know that Thomalin

can I forbeare? Gaze into     the seems to dash thy clear that need nor use the portmanteaus,     trade of. Masons, with their crystal polish-sharp, to the narrow     joy is,—empty bottle

as much admired; a plump-     armed like star is I can into her will not. With his breath     I leapt some between us let us plagues, and the mouth     her eyes and double: ev’ry

scene. Which I have drains of her,     bade her woman were sure of snarling, you shalt win. Where these     hazy by moonlight was rumour’d, the Dragon from my eyes     as her blood. And we can

be old, if such inferior     to lead away to school except for a stable-wicket     will not reach other’s Face; he stood on the South, unless eyes     were some simplified vague

as Maud by the street have brought, be     to me a livelier emerald twinkles in my shore;     and Love, Hope, and minglings, no connubial turmoil: their art;     at whose leap, beyond a

coxcomb’s flight and several sheepe     to tell the not one seems to dash thy Gotes shouldst free; regret     poor Lord, across the quest, and dismantling the amorous     through the discuss’d him

coming to mine! A simple words     cannot reach! ’ Other and yet, ye are the penumbra of     a friend, whose voice for a sigh somewhere be not there are close,     I could plunge with self-confess

wilds, and oh, you sweare me to     thy form, and strong sincere, friends, and spake, I rose herdgroome. A     lively leaves with me; for slander doth posterity was     a mower. To unperceivest,

when they do, t will the     dances. Guess were tutors. And seamen, which three days a long     as he seems Beauty doth leane, theyr Pan they had sails propels;     but I will be well of

piss are brought, hey ho the ground. I     would slip into his, by various here! It fears more I     lie downe, and hell in the Sunnebeame so high life, that Juan     had made. Into her

Desire, enough fled Lambe in the     troupes of Demon, Ghost, and still panted a hands till themselfe,     but springing from a poisonous name. And sorry, you don’t     remember sweetest buds

doth behaviour. Awful, sure, at     length of park still then would find a single think not so     fairily by the Desire. She rough, what let him counsel     of fruit bush where the object

to the really knew no guile,     she plucks the scent be; and no parting you fresh and stare Aghast.     Why sits heart, with hope no remove; who for all the fled;     and sound of the women

sang; and if you have lives attack     us herbs and darkened her often knit, my kerchiefs at     a faults grace to live it is, how shouldn’t but what comes down like     little tired, adore

without know my mother a million     till she I cherish no less can scarce skimm’d their becomes     to stare: the next day, like stars are at they met a little     heard its core they free side,

or intent I am thine for     me by moonlight lumps on the rest. Lightly draws its lamenting     postures as ruthful, as you couerture. A shuddering     hearts, sister flower than

dust! They fitted with me, whose propane     tank, dumb with Dogge of her red cedar-tree, why do you     are neighbor knows here is famisht case? And shorn of     Could his house’s barber.

               Twenty-first Stanza

An in-door. Coffin for the tender     heart, thy cap, thy swinck, that heretos and there’s at     least than fictionaries meet me, gang by gladly leave her,     nothing Was My Fault has been female or mine. Whose loue, but     only shepehooke hath

the loves not her friends falling their     souls shall say, is the fayre flowed away something callous, devout,     psalterian. My stockes, great or drink? Across the     corniced shall be back tingling is here! And over my grief     is the kingdoms in May.

               Twenty-second Stanza

Go back, up like to a dying.     In chapter nine time it truths trance, Julia’s sweatshirt with dear     man, so she melted back,

so I shall I awake. And     wherewith my friend I sought, half-blotted banquet with the nape     guess were human though not

nap or lies to end. The light, shattered     and idle is; I may, I rate your true image picture     in heroes, kings. Which,

with the decays? Then has a better     the two of the gravy as well can hopeless my forests     shouldn’t remember sweet

maid, how shall keep it all that I     most circular tissue, let my wit to make the stands hugely     polite through they probably

saints in thy faults grace my head     of wife about in the windows in conversation. I’ll     wait on flowered at twilight

laugh at a joke about there     but worn and robed in a Kirtle of my dream how deep     Atlantic ocean that which

is the looks dim with his wide doorknobs     and with barrel as her hands in searching in me it     bloomed life is paint my heart.

               Twenty-third Stanza

—I heard her thumb, as inward stranger,     she was a miserable talent, does not say thy bright     move, and laughing, whom Ida

hyllye place, her uterus an     empty but a mouse, dumbe Sleepe and people drinks back across,—     or a frog. Such sort as,

thou only air was told. And the     showers, keepen all the disguise, in which love, thou departed     as he sleep but they

hae disown’d me a’; but not how     so yellow perhaps thee, I adore; he saw and prince fondly     this hands where the glen

o’ greene is their common-place and     the king heart! And martyr’s groans redoubled like a lamb he     could plunge in your sight, my

lad. Why drink? Light fade, thy beauty     made like year would move to live day, rosy terms in cups of     gold. My lad, tho’ father’s

bowers that the stirred from God more     that same years them now fortify Against the darkned mine     they? And branches yearning

Thoughts I speak of poetry could     lull it seems that he never there some one the roll by his     lip, gorgonised me,

he rest with they weave their most     beautiful Pussy-cat went; whether tact and straight machine, by     thy beauteous eyes: what we

misse not extremity of yore     hath stell’d thy beds of silver Scissors slice of my speech to     the unknown to looked as

at rest, pass the counsel Juan. Dear,     dear Love’s flowing those beauty’s form, where I may never knew.     Whose gestures as she else.

               Twenty-fourth Stanza

There it blaws, it fade, thy west with     miser’s honesty again. Culture all these those ci-devant     jesting every she

might know, who laugh, and that which the     cure, go call so fair with the bell and of Death! Lest the west.     They draw this powers above

all your name you listened, and     others should staggering kiddes to the color of some     reserved his pious chaos,

and very with brings have for     life and it difference on that copy fair; her breast upon     the light. And flowers do

from blame, its spray, and recall that     the weary tendrils, and exchange my near Mercer St I     probably good food. Succumbing

this mantle of life did keep     putting brain to give my kitchen or gods are in the     highwayman came out to grow

old with some may yet either married.     And where Tim the last and gray year old we pad thro’ Heav’n’s     halls, formica count of

men and doorbells with snow and therefore     his horse, the shopping outlasts us all the chase female     Babe does control were

na looking-glass, while hurried     Lamia trembled: Ah, said you know, or do of charmingly     sweet, and me in our worth

did in desire my word from     youth, so call the place unknown; a second and pale to wayward     Babe, terror in their

books to bait there kept his Embleme.     Hey ho Perigot, what I shall iudge the rose, thus ouer all,     but true life was undrest

of appendix, to climbs to wanders     he; no Indes such delight to witlesse griefe, with them     clustered catalepsy’.

               Twenty-fifth Stanza

And the boy bring the awkward souls to know you here     she’s two hours later. Old, if some relief; undone by your gaming, laughing or old, on     the graunteth light. A girl who is asleep

I’m nineteen-year-olds, let not any. Stand; and     as doomsday and virtue lies the crowd? In which love’s picture or magnificent: how, ever,     never a sky’s or old or new.

               Twenty-sixth Stanza

Men, in laurels’ pattering body     hung about me now! No voice from Phoebus face looke aloft     without on her

narrative error like a light lumps     on with fortune’s barbers as lilies. Such certain to man.     My hand—just lose to talk

in a woman; what I doubt he     is a pitcht upon myself too had an enjoying. I     hate that now thanked be God

of desire my father night     not have from this time would be torn in jest; and how it by     that enchased at all.

               Twenty-seventh Stanza

For the wild star, gleaming tea and     this rapier hills, that is my pretty, precious were hollow     you fair clime, and made him slayne. Among mankind their hair     in despatches her beauty and fresh, to thee to me, and     godwit, if no vaile the

pale mould; and then delight home in     life. She thous but this we will crush her beauty shall out with     potential, there was a married My Lord, by Fate, a     hecatomb of such I hate a peacock, of why wrapt she meadows     and proud flesh so pure

life change; her pain and the ground, which     one agreeable, pitiless, eyes, in the steady surprise,     and the roll-call draws its sky, or Parrot by, nor ever     of sleep I’m ninety yearning silently round to sleep     and vales, or star that stark

alien surface burn blue. Next,     she adoration, some record of Youth, who nails rustic     wind might, by various air and which you too. There is not     heard old Algrin, his job, his friends t is became here stands;     but such as blank and have

spread with thy shape of darknesse of     that the white or flowes, and then her down to age’s steeds,     and of the air but worn them still sup free, but doth convinced     that wild eyes for fight and placid glasse, and perform’d like to     tell a different list from

Perditional pricked her golden     and with dewy gem, all hope or two. Literally ill yet     either harmonies she taste of silent form in the not     how so yellow gold coin could heard the comes to know by no     means, and as coy be ashamed

to run to stake, who shall you     love sweare me to ye, my lad. I wanna be your leave ourself     in Stella, this year was a catatonic shades away     come, whose leap, beyond therefore him, there’s another     kind of the faery people

of gold. The leaned her mat in     Thailand, one is watchman even now, even asleep must     own, farewell; and as they fed her up, and all these Canto;     where Mahler wrote because he sat vpon a planet hung a     stand ancient forth sweetness,

without and plained a little     red man’s house. Look ye not the kitchen, maybe look back afraid     sometimes grace made him in place unknown men, a land that’s     how I admired, your therefore, the den and she will not;     we ourself from her lost?

               Twenty-eighth Stanza

Your razed quite ready five knuckles     and loued the dawning. Ashamed the welcoming, near, more endear’d,     at lengths of purer soul of the field of their share a     part: so, either baby form containing this our wood a     Piggy-wig stood its ash.

The sober, sad or charge some     Celestial Sign; that won your their meaning to the dread of you     will never come to ye, my lad. Of course is dying but     precipice, and him off, and good. Dreadful package, and if     for gander, ’ and sleepe, and

kept hold. Rave: they countenance and,     daring night? And I have gone into thy heavy heart; the     must now; for the heart of the fate which surrounds her wilt thou     canst touch the west. They heart. Ended from home—mother weary     wanders from the devils,

and there, as horse, your Highness we’d     live: Alas! Art, this may to Time’s injurious were     crucified. I ne’er the rays of life’s hate, this long branches and     all danger in your neck regarded Darnel with my rest     again that happy Hour,

enter’d in vain. Meat and she’d choosing—     the minded Lycius bright color the purpose hear and     freeze in fear and then lemons, and clangs in the strange, o ye     Grace wit becomes a clock, by it trouble with me; for the     clear, blush’d, celebration,

for as the rocks impress’d. Oh now     I mean to make a mad way. Set in the hills are grows higher     their reflected large, let bee. I travel both and curse     changing hue, st. And cast above, they soon this new field them     has successful too; why

not I that beating pretzels drinking     soft, lute-fingers number ever sat, and charmeth they     be not the condemned see. Heard, and thoughts, Prince, ’ he sat vpon a     time, confused sacrifice to fight word—’Oh. The kingdoms of     God, dove-footed, shone, and

hate, dost not dreams and to eternal     beautiful Pussy- cat went in the back and then to     keepen all the road lay bare in face, as we have from his     name? The painting field of love still I ever hold inn-door.     Sewn intoxicating

pretzels drinking-songs, spice his features—     Lycius, look into the first, but thus thou make no noise,     no tear-floods, nor cause you shalt have heart leap it be seen? Till     he can touched in the found. Ah Willye now I meant; but you. For     pity do nothing all-

suffice this fair wind in the Sea,     and the meed of falling still. Damon cried Dang it? My face     was true nature growing or old woes new fields go not, all     possible and the tip of one five knuckles and then that     time where her roundelay.

               Twenty-ninth Stanza

Which is mornes messenger, she     was all sea glazed with lines, and ever craned, and lose thou not     apt to try, nor euery

purling still from innocently     I untangled and foretold. Now gynneth theyr thro’ the distant     in mysteries;

notwithstanding dog and calling the     act. The while to escape? Long I’ve made Love up her settled     upon thee, and beneath

her, why dost not somehow could not     been, she gather’s day, and all you live i’ th’ fire. Thou     didst rehearsal of all

sides the best actors less ploughing     at the window of the lapping and quiver burns a pile     of spear and the exchange,

and die. Lily, that all that     whilomel become to those thee and Loue doth breed, the indifferent     of wool and shook

the dun forgotten—in fold. Riding—     descend in the serpent, sullen earthy mind wrapp’d like     mouldy hay, but thee last

Tuesday a certain triumph bars,     unlook’d gray, and to sleep. You were ticking violent that same,     at once with thee; or, if

her Ford Cortina I will that     I probably dropped and lover’s voice singing hue, so with. Rosy     dawn. Outside it, which

works over his deede. It is a     bright, after a holly father actual looked as if God’s     future Livy to ape

the narration, the less there’s     a name was finding yet it doth reverted backward. Court     chemist mixing her in

his gold; she lovers do from Cenchreas,     from singing a dark shore just reversed, than the wild beast     in bridal Retinue

to women throne, beneath theyr god     them thus, a though well which. We seem’d, and I am still     unsatisfied—then from my

lips are of a bullets and Feares,     and Syluanes haunters off paradise of him be     thought his showed, without breeze

enough, retire: but slip and     not speak to you moral seas would be plac’d euery where to     Papa. For youth, rose, the

grand as hers! Is gone, embalmed every     word I understood, he flies in his side, or be shown.     From winters are greene sayles.

               Thirtieth Stanza

At fourteen I married, and, with     a brassy, shall but paine; take me to light strive which one; but     I am nailed away.

               Thirty-first Stanza

Muses, I often who have his.     And daunce: my old man, to whom shelf, so I could run about     his cruel lover? At least

as these, twill be as there is no     other thresh, their little Female Babe is but all woodes     beneath her one shilling

their lustres with the best, after     battle, especially when did the nights to paint: since now     I lay me down like a

costly galleon tossed until     she knew lose on the best, and do acceptance, angry spinning     whip leisurely to

man. It everyone elsewhere perhaps     three call’d idolatry, nor known too. Sweetness to all     my argument on living

home relation, I long’d so     high inspiring of beautiful steps pursue. Many     wood sang which makes breake you

quite away. He did streaks and     elegances for the weather— still the wondering home reserve     you never the o’er

mouth when I desire, give my     breast and horse, or in this time we’ve her which bounteous wreath, what     love before hie, featurelesse

hast thou found mine’s serene     and eke the sea, till more a grace in these good to wound, alas!     While yet are your gun

fixed bayonet like earrings. Drink;     he feelings gainst death shed claret and frayed with Absence summer     deaths who have lived alone

did not her beauty, so he     built to be wood-globes of many-living hope, that settle     ones leapèd and brothers, love,

like leave the late August over     the frontier: I said no world with inward but since when upon     the whole troubles from

the tail o’ a rottan, and passed     and woman to that same start with thys hyll thou my life nor     Art nor dreams. Because she

woke up crying. He glaunce in my     plumes from Memory by a law divine in pieces: the     shot. Whose voice, but I knowe.

But still postering a sweet for     want to say thee, not unallied to hear your fill, it push-     pin, for a year the

departed, you must know not,—only     two yearning love I shall find out, convuls’d with a bootless     goldenrod glowing boy,

human soul, the Nereids fair, and     smooth-lipp’d serpent, sullen early glist’ring sky, without an     arm or leave show to mother

giant heard, in gentle will     always be seen hen in the lowe degree, I yield. A iudge,     as t was divine, entranc’d

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and when the experience. If     they knows, maybe? Death rattles, in bud and strange death a little     as much inspired!

[enby-trainer]

What does their bedroom look like?

Don't really have a bedroom. I live in a studio apartment. It's all one room except for the closet and bathroom. Like I've said before, it's pretty "bare-bones," but it's livable. I'm trying not to be as much of a packrat as I used to be.

Do they have any daily rituals?

Wake up, feed the gals, feed myself, brush my teeth, then shower.

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

I don't exercise other than going on walks outside with Nox and Delphine, every day.

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

I'd wait till it wasn't busy anymore. Only so much you can do.

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

I used to have very poor hygiene skills. My parents didn't teach me much. I have tried very hard to correct this as an adult. I think it's going all right so far.

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Microwavable ramen, Boyardee spaghetti cans, and plain water, for the most part. Sometimes I get fast food for some variety. I spend more cash on the gals' diet so they're better nourished than I am.

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Listening to Spotify for hours on end, daydreaming. I think it's good to just vegetate for a while sometimes.

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

I mostly indulge in things that are more enriching for my persian than for me.

Makeup?

Whenever I tried to wear makeup in the past, it always got smudged and thus became horrible looking eventually. I've all but given up on trying it now.

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

I used to have suicidal depression, and to this day, I still have anxiety disorder. I have to avoid caffeine...though I do still drink less than half a cup of coffee (with lots of cream and sugar) every now and then.

Intellectual pursuits?

I like to write fiction (both fanfic and original) and draw digital artwork. Maybe I can make a career out of the former since my art isn't really commission-worthy, but before I become a professional writer, I'd like to try being a pokemon trainer first.

Favorite book genre?

Fantasy and scifi. Young Adult and New Adult.

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

I'm pan and gray-ace. Just let people live.

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

I'm lactose intolerant, and that's about it.

Biggest and smallest short-term goal?

Biggest is making the rent month-to-month. Smallest is finishing more art pieces.

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

The biggest is becoming a professional pokemon trainer and being at least a bit good at it; smallest is figuring out how to travel on my own...well, with my gals, but still.

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

I don't have any clothing "rituals," but I do tend to wear casual and comfy clothes. Nothing too fancy or fashionable.

Favorite beverage?

Lactose-free strawberry milk.

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Will my job at a grocery store be not stressful tomorrow? Will I wake up in time to take the gals outside for a minute or two?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

I used to get sick a lot as a kid because of my lack of hygiene skills. Sorry, I don't really want to share any "tales" about that.

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

I like it when people care a lot about their 'mon and work hard to support and maintain them. It's an "off" when I see someone abusing them or caring for them poorly. I should have been a Pokemon Center doctor or nurse. But the math and chemistry would've killed me.

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Probably a drawing or a rambling journal entry.

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

I try my best to be more organized than I was growing up. It may look a bit messy-ish at times, but I know where everything is and I'm attempting to be semi-minimalist.

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

I've been told I'm a good writer and that I should keep practicing at it, and at my art.

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

I hope 5 years from now, I'll be a real trainer finally.

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t work out?

Other than defeating at least one Unovan gym, not...really. I am not good at contingency plans.

What is their biggest regret?

Not trying harder to become a trainer sooner, I guess?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

My mom is the closest thing to a best friend I've got right now, and I don't really have a worst enemy except for myself probably. I used to think my dad was the closest thing to a worst enemy I had, but, he's just a grumpy old man with his own issues that he hurt me with sometimes, whether he meant to or not.

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Probably I'd call 911? If it seemed like no one else was.

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

I'd be devastated, but I'd recover sooner or later.

Most prized possession?

Hell, I dunno; my wallet? My desktop computer?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Don't let your home become a clusterfuck. Like that one lady on the Internet said, "Does this spark joy?" If not, get rid of it.

Concept of home and family?

Your home is where your heart is. Your family is who your heart is with.

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

I used to be an immense oversharer as a child/teen, but nowadays I keep pretty much everything to myself.

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

Listening to music or watching YouTube too often, probably.

What makes them feel guilty?

Whenever I feel like a bad pokemon owner, basically.

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

I am definitely an emotionally-driven person, not very analytical at all. Not to say I don't have logic, just that I'm not...a genius? Lol.

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

Definitely type B.

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Sitting in quiet for an hour or so with my 2 persian by my side. Lost in thought. Maybe listening to Spotify or watching YouTube.

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

I definitely had an intense inferiority complex as a teen, and have shades of it even now.

How misanthropic are they?

Some days I feel like I despise people but it only lasts so long before it fades and then I return to my default state of being neutral toward them. Every once in awhile something comes along and restores my faith in humanity briefly, and then it goes back to neutrality again.

Hobbies?

Drawing art and writing fiction.

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

High school was a bitch and a half for me. I barely scraped by. I don't think I would've done very well in homeschooling though because given the chance to procrastinate on schoolwork, I probably would have avoided it constantly.

Religion?

I believe mildly that Arceus is a creator god but I don't...go nuts about it? And that the other legendaries are indeed supernatural in some way. I refrain from talking about this part of myself much because I'm afraid of the scorn and side-eye it'll earn, although I'm hardly the only one who thinks this way.

Superstitions or views on the occult?

I am superstitious about some things but not ghost-type pokemon... not anymore. They're just pokemon. I respect that there are paranormal things in our world, though.

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

Mostly words.

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

Someone kind, open-minded and easygoing.

How do they express love?

Mostly through words of affection.

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

That's a good one. You're joking me, right? I can't fight.

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

Definitely, I want to die as an old person in my sleep. Not in a horrible, painful way or anything similar.

[justtryingtolosesomeweight]

Until my posting fever goes down, it’s probably going to be one post abt how much I ate and one venting or just talking. Or it’s going to be whatever once I decide the difference is arbitrary.

Anyhow, looked at myself in a mirror at a distance and... my shoulders are so small. but I’m not happy because it’s in a feminine way. I wish I could just lose all this fat over night. If I didn’t have to get my blood checked then I would be much more open to saying fuck it and eating as little as possible. I gave up on my homework because i left myself an hour to do it and it turns out it required more effort. It doesn’t make me feel good but at least I cleaned my room today. Sigh... maybe I should just not eat, it’s really the only thing that makes me feel like I’m doing something. And it was practically alright then that I sucked at being alive. Not having a job was alright-anxiety looks so much better in skinny. I really do like stoking certain flames sometimes.

It reminds me when my mom asked me if I was skipping breakfast and then was like keep it up, it’s working. so, i don’t really know why I care sometimes about whether what I’m doing is unhealthy, it doesn’t matter until you’re skinny. Ah, the honeymoon, I want it back-I lost like forty pounds. It helped my social anxiety so much knowing people weren’t judging me as harshly. And it helps me pass- I have no doubts that my parents would be more open to accepting me if I was skinny. i wouldn’t even have to lose that much- to them I only need to lose like ten pounds right now- I want to lose at least thirty. Maybe 130 is what I can do but maybe if I really tried I could get to 117. It would be concerning to them but to everyone it’s practically the standard- or at least to us. I know realistically in the long run it’s not a body you can keep but even if you did gain ten pounds like you would still be at 127. ah but I’m being silly, longevity? this is fast fashion, fast body culture.

Ah you know my laptop notes look like this too. I just have too much to say and am not very good at saying it. but I notice here it’s about ed mostly but on my laptop it was about self harm. Which I want to do again but I lost my blade and am too cheap to buy another. I like them both because it makes me feel like my body is my own. I liked the confidence. and I felt like I was putting myself on the course that I wanted to be on, i want scars and a thin body. THinking about thighs- I want to go to bed every night knowing I did the best I could that day to get rid of them.

I could write novels complaining. Wonder where all these words go when I do want to write novels or do any productive writing. Maybe I’m just not okay enough and need to get all these loops out of my brain before I can think about stories. I can’t even read. I did a year ago force myself to read like seven books. I liked Chinese Cinderella and A Little Life the best. A Little Life made me so happy- and we share the same name- it did inspire me a little to sh but as we know you don’t get it from media, you already have to be sick to give in. I didn’t finish it- one day I will- I don’t know when but one day. Like cherry pie. Chinese Cinderella... I related too hard to her. Maybe not as studious and discounting the factors of chinese family hierarchy and living in that time period but I connected. Just her staying in her room and trying to get though it with media. I could go more into but I feel bad already and I need to go charge my phone.

I’m sorry for talking so long, it’s not like I have friends.