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While I sat thumbing through a salon-centric magazine, another woman approached. "I'm Layla," she said. "Sam, right?" I nodded. She had to talk loud for me to hear her, and I didn't feel like shouting back. She said, "Your Mom says you might want a mani-pedi."
I glanced at Mom across the room, getting her own hair done, and she nodded, smiling at me. I shrugged and looked back at Layla. She had coffee-with-cream-colored skin, hair and eyes and a style to go with it—sophisticated but r...
2020-06-26 07:02:00 +0000 UTC View Post
Angela Rasch's newest from DopplerPress will likely drop this week. It tells the story of Angel, a star soccer player back in the Midwest, who moves to Texas and gets an education in the state religion: American Football. All while getting mistaken for a girl!
2020-06-25 19:19:04 +0000 UTC View Post
“So, your mom doesn’t know you’re experimenting with going out in public as a girl?” Rory asked.
“No.” I winced.
“And she’s not expecting you home until later?”
“No, I’m usually out till eleven on Thursday, game night. I don’t have a curfew since graduation.”
“And your gamer buddies don’t know where you are?”
“No.” We were in Rory’s truck, heading south on Vermont from my neighborhood in Los Feliz.
“But y...
2020-06-24 10:10:04 +0000 UTC View Post
The walk from the bank to the restaurant turned surreal when I realized that every guy we met coming toward us looked at nothing but my chest. I wasn’t even showing cleavage, still wearing my pullover t-shirt. Oh. No bra. I could feel them there, out there. I must be jiggling like two sumo wrestlers trying to can-can.
I felt like my face was hot enough to fry an egg, but you know what? It was also kind of exciting. I could even see their eyes bounce. I didn’t really know what to thi...
2020-06-23 04:48:27 +0000 UTC View Post
I had no business being in an industrial park riding my sister’s bike, so in a sense, I had to share the blame for everything that happened.
But that’s a kind of cosmic view, zen-universe sort of bullshit. I just needed to get to the store over on Van Nuys quickly so I could get back home with a jar of crushed garlic for the spaghetti sauce Mom was making. It was already simmering on the stove when I left. The smell of peppers and garden tomatoes filling our house. It j...
2020-06-21 02:55:52 +0000 UTC View Post
Get it while it's hot! Classic Eerie Saloon comes to DopplerPress, very, very soon!
2020-06-18 22:48:42 +0000 UTC View Post
Mom did the whole, "I'm disappointed in you," thing when she picked me up. Mostly with her eyes and the tone of her voice. "You aren't hurt at all?" she asked.
I shook my head. "He never touched me."
"And you put him in the hospital?"
"Not intentionally!"
"Didn't you think he might get hurt?"
I shrugged. "Honestly, no. He was trying to kick me in the head, so I pushed his foot away."
"You didn't want your hair getting dirty," she snarked. "Well...
2020-06-18 10:14:00 +0000 UTC View Post
I glared at him. “Are you telling me you knew all the time?”
“Well, not all the time,” he admitted. “But I kinda sorta figured it out. But I thought your name used to be Dannie.” He made a motion with his hand. “Which could be a boy or a girl’s name.”
“It was Davey. Is Davey….” I trailed off.
“How long have you been living as Kissy?” he asked. “You’re pretty good at… that’s going to sound weird.”
“What’s going to s...
2020-06-16 22:37:38 +0000 UTC View Post
The notorious thieves, Moose and Earl have gotten away with another crime! Greg Dahl has been Stolen and his survival depends on his willingness to convince a killer that he's a girl!
Image credit: ID 153800142 © Aliia Arslanova | Dreamstime.com
I dithered as to whether to deposit my check via ATM or go in and give it to a teller. On the one hand, if I used the machine, I wouldn’t have to deal with anyone who might notice that my ID didn’t match my appearance. On the other hand, depositing with a human meant the money would be available immediately and I would avoid maybe having to wait until Monday.
On the gripping hand, the bank was closed. Doh!
So the question was, deposit via ATM or wait until tomorro...
2020-06-12 07:18:36 +0000 UTC View Post
Some of my friends found me during the commotion. Walter Adkins, Skip Gordon and I had been friends since grade school, probably because we were all outsiders of sorts. Plus we rode the same bus. Walter was a light-skinned, freckled, red-haired, black kid. With glasses. Yeah. Even less of an athlete than me, if possible.
Skip had recently hit a growth spurt and towered over Wally and me. He also sprouted a face full of acne and still wore the braces he claimed to have inher...
2020-06-10 13:53:33 +0000 UTC View Post
“I don’t feel like I’m dressed right to be here,” I murmured to Rory as Dominick led us to an out of the way table.
Rory piffled that. “I’m wearing a Göthique Revölution t-shirt. Don’t worry about it, this is California. Chicks! Always worrying about if they’re dressed right.”
I giggled at that, a bit nervously, sure. “W—what is Gothic Revolution?”
“Please,” he said. “Göthique Revölution.”
Dominick held a chair out for m...
2020-06-08 11:39:24 +0000 UTC View Post
I had no idea what to talk about. Bringing up the subject most on my mind — my having been turned into a girl! — seemed, well, crazy. Getting a picture taken with an antique camera didn’t usually change anyone’s sex. Was I crazy for thinking it had?
I put a hand over my mouth when I realized the slightly hysterical-sounding giggling I heard was coming from me.
Mr. Harrelson, the assistant director giving me a ride in his Lexus glanced over, smiling. “Somethi...
2020-06-06 10:05:35 +0000 UTC View Post
Mom called to me as I was leaving for school. "I made an appointment for you to get a haircut this afternoon, Sam."
"No haircuts!" I yelled back and got out of there. Mom should know better. Every time I get a haircut, something bad happens. Someone in the family gets sick, or has a bad accident, or the Mets lose the World Series. Something. They should never have named me Samson Israel Tucker. We're not even Jewish.
I haven't had a haircut in five years, my hair is d...
2020-06-05 03:44:30 +0000 UTC View Post
The burger shop on the corner was a Fatburger, an L.A. Chain that served enormous burgers by default but you could get a more reasonably-sized one. I definitely did not want to try to eat a half-pound burger while wearing a corset.
And I was still wearing the corset, though I hardly noticed it any more. “Huh,” I said out loud. Marjorie had been right about that.
I walked across the parking lot to the entrance. Someone in an SUV, one of several in the drive-t...
2020-06-03 01:57:31 +0000 UTC View Post
Probably not going with this one since if that's Jesse, well, she's not the star of this book. Looking for a better image for Wilma.
2020-05-29 21:20:23 +0000 UTC View Post
Mom’s plans wouldn’t have her home before late so I had plenty of time to get out of the stuff Marjorie had dressed me in. Once in our apartment, I went directly to my room, threw the big green hat on my bed and kicked the low heel shoes I was wearing toward my closet.
I stripped off the jewelry and left it in a pile on my dresser, then pulled the little black dress off over my head. It was stretchy and had no snaps, buttons, zippers or ties, so it just came off like a ...
2020-05-25 14:43:02 +0000 UTC View Post
I couldn’t help it; I grabbed at my chest, feeling two soft mounds there where I knew there had been no such things before. I made a startled sound, rather like a turkey might make when questioning the reality of his existence. Something like, “Gawp?” I looked down, my hands moving under the globes I saw, pushing them upward and feeling their weight.
They seemed heavy, huge, and soft as pillows. Okay, yes, I did squeeze them. Almost anyone would have. The sensation was ...
2020-05-22 08:39:34 +0000 UTC View Post
“I want you to take me home,” I told her.
She nodded.
“Mom is going out with friends, and if I get home before her, I’ll have time to get all—get rid of all this—stuff. And go back to being D-davey.”
She shook her head and pulled me against her. “You can’t,” she said.
I flared. “The hell I can’t,” pushing her away, or trying to. “You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.”
She let me push her away, stand...
2020-05-19 20:52:37 +0000 UTC View Post
Cover for book coming out later this week - Sequel to Texas Belles!!!! Yay!!
2020-05-12 18:03:25 +0000 UTC View Post
Nurse Donovan led us to a small examining room and invited me to sit on one of those steel tables while she took a medical history. Marjorie sat at a small desk and filled out another paper saying she would be responsible for paying the bill.
Other than giving my name as Kissy Eleanor Davis (I have three real middle names, but I stole this name from my character in our role-playing game), I simply told the truth until asked when I’d had my last period. I just blinked at h...
2020-05-09 00:20:59 +0000 UTC View Post
Coming soon from DopplerPress, Molly by Angela Rasch, a story about deception in the 1950s advertising business. Imagine that! :)
2020-05-07 15:59:07 +0000 UTC View Post
A doctor’s appointment? Why would Marjorie schedule a doctor’s appointment for me? Of course, she answered without me asking. The girl is uncanny that way.
“Because I think there are some things about yourself that you don’t know and probably should?”
She also has the ability to make me feel like a little kid sometimes. “Maybe I don’t want to know?” I said, knowing I sounded whiney.
She nodded. “Yeah. Which is exactly why you should know. You...
2020-05-04 12:41:04 +0000 UTC View Post(Based with permission on the webcomic SailorSun.org by C.D. Rudd.)
I knew I'd been lucky to get work as an extra on the new "Special FX" movie but dang, standing around waiting for things to happen, bored me like a Texas wildcatter with a diamond drill bit looking for oil in the Permian Basin. As a film student, I understood why, bu...
2020-05-03 07:04:38 +0000 UTC View Post
This is a version of the cover for Angela's new Doppler Press book, Uncivil (which appeared on BCTS as Frank, My Dear).
2020-01-31 04:24:47 +0000 UTC View Post
By Erin Halfelven
Found this on my hard drive:
Rocky Petersen drifted through the water like a black ghost. The inky depths of the cold and desolate cove off the coast of Maine didn't let enough light penetrate to even show the shocking-blue-and-orange safety chevrons on his wetsuit.
He liked the darkness. He kept his underwater torch off as long as he could, letting his eyes adjust. When he did turn the sealed beam on...
2020-01-09 09:04:21 +0000 UTC View Post
Before we left the salon, Marjorie talked me into letting her tighten the corset again. I complained but not a lot. I had other things to think about. Besides, the tighter fit got rid of the very slight bulge there had been at my waist. When I put the dress back on, it fit better than before.
The waxing left me feeling smooth and very sensitive all over, as if I had a whole new skin I was living in. And doing my face changed the look of my eyebrows, making my eyes seem bigg...
2019-12-21 05:58:39 +0000 UTC View PostMarjorie grinned. “What’s his name?” she asked.
“Uh, Armand Gower. He was a couple years ahead of me in school. He’s the one who basically started the—the gaming club. Really smart guy, but kinda messed up.” It was funny that Armand hadn’t recognized me fully, but I was glad. It would have been worse if he knew I was really Davey Kissee instead of thinking I was some soap opera actress.
“Messed up how?” Marjorie wanted to know. She had a sort of expressio...
2019-12-17 09:06:40 +0000 UTC View Post
A cover preview of the new DopplerPress book by Melanie Brown. Coming soon.
2019-12-15 23:34:49 +0000 UTC View Post