Double or Quits
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2025-05-11 18:31:05 +0000 UTC View Post
Veronica Tremont stepped out of the sleek black sedan, clutching her robe closed as a cool morning breeze swept across the driveway. The venue loomed before her - grand, elegant, and exactly as she'd imagined it through countless mood boards and Pinterest scrolls.
She paused at the bottom of the stone steps, drew a steadying breath, ...
2025-05-09 19:24:53 +0000 UTC View PostDear Journal,
These past few days have been a blur of endless floral arrangements, and some painfully awkward conversations. Throw in my hastily improvised French lessons and a generous helping of forced femininity, and you've pretty much got my life right now. Honestly, between the nonstop activity at the bridal boutique and cramming French until the early hours, I’v...
2025-05-05 02:30:38 +0000 UTC View PostOh dear, Jamie... looks like you’ve landed yourself in quite the pickle.
2025-05-02 05:36:32 +0000 UTC View PostDear Journal,
Two days ago, I was full of hope, clutching my new phone like it was a ticket back to normality. Today, that hope has been well and truly dashed against the jagged rocks of reality. I contacted the school, thinking I could explain my situation - well, at least a version of it - but it turns out the world doesn’t stop spinning just because I’ve lost eve...
2025-04-25 16:03:02 +0000 UTC View PostThe room fell into silence, save for the rhythmic tapping of Victor’s fingers against his tablet. A moment later, the screen changed again. This time, Agent Munroe didn’t gasp - not because the transformation was any less shocking, but because she had been bracing herself for it. She expected something outrageous… and that’s exactly wha...
2025-04-24 18:24:01 +0000 UTC View PostDear Journal,
My sanity feels like it’s hanging by a thread, and I’m seriously starting to question what’s real anymore. How is any of this even possible? How can a regular guy like me convincingly pass as a young French woman? I know I’m not exactly tall - thanks to my Asian genes - but surely there must be hundreds of other si...
2025-04-11 22:22:59 +0000 UTC View PostVictor Crane twitched in his seat, fingers tapping a nervous rhythm against his thigh as a bead of sweat traced a slow path down his temple. On either side of him, he could feel the weight of their stares - Agent Munroe drilling into him with sharp disapproval, Director Wallace radiating a colder, heavier kind of judgment. He k...
2025-04-09 22:19:28 +0000 UTC View PostDear Journal,
I spent all of yesterday hiding out in my hotel room. Usually, I wouldn’t mind the peace and quiet, but given my current situation, it felt more like a weird kind of exile. My brain wouldn’t shut up - looping through every half-baked idea it could come up with to get me out of my predicament, each one more absurd than t...
2025-04-05 01:25:25 +0000 UTC View PostTo prepare for his role as one of the best undercover agents the country had ever produced, Javier Roca had undergone some of the most intensive training known to man - the kind that pushes a person to their limit in search of a breaking point. It was during this time that Javier earned the nickname “The Ox,” not for his physique - impressive as it was - but fo...
2025-03-28 22:52:57 +0000 UTC View PostDear Journal,
I never thought I’d be the kind of person to keep a diary, but here we are. Apparently, writing things down is supposed to help me feel less lost - at least, that’s what my life coach says. So, I guess you and I are in this together now. Weird, isn’t it? Writing to no one in particular? Like talking to a wall and expecting it to no...
2025-03-21 04:10:21 +0000 UTC View PostI've spent the last week or so playing around, trying to figure some stuff out.
My first question was: Could I even create what was in my head and make it look presentable? The answer to that is yes.
But then came the next question: Could I produce posts in a timely manner? That one’s a little trickier. With the first images I made - unless I wanted to post once a month - the answ...
2025-03-18 23:51:35 +0000 UTC View PostWow! I didn’t realise how long it had been since I last worked on this. After spending a few hours trying to create a new post, I almost decided to abandon the series. The problem I found was that the way I make images has changed significantly, meaning that when I tried to create a new one, it either looked completely different from the existing ones or just downright terrible.
I then ...
2025-03-14 23:12:53 +0000 UTC View PostHunched over his computer, Victor Crane rocked anxiously back and forth. He tugged irritably at a strand of greasy, unwashed hair, muttering as frustration gnawed at him. On the monitor, a surreal scene was unfolding, and unable to intervene, all Victor could do was watch helplessly. NINA - the revolutionary system he had dedicated his life to developing...
2025-03-14 06:42:01 +0000 UTC View PostJust a quick update - there won’t be any posts this week, except for a new Double or Quits (if I can find the time). I’m working on something new and need some time to practise some new skills.
2025-03-04 21:24:42 +0000 UTC View PostSorry for the delay on this one. After starting to put it together, I decided I didn't like the first 15 or so images and spent the next three days editing them.
But better late than never, right? Enjoy! :)
2025-02-28 21:55:03 +0000 UTC View PostJavier stepped out of the shower, a shiver running down his delicate frame. His new body - slim, fragile, and soft - lost heat far more quickly than the muscular one he had once taken for granted. Wrapping himself in a plush towel, he moved toward the closet with careful, composed steps, his face unreadable as he opened the door.
Tammy fastened the clasp on the back of her signature oversized hoop earring, feeling the familiar weight pull at her earlobe. Her nimble fingers moved with practised ease, the long red acrylic nails at the tips barely slowing her down. She was well used to them by now - just another part of her meticulously crafted femininity.
She turned to the mirror on the bedroom wall...
2025-02-22 02:37:05 +0000 UTC View PostThe grand façade of the Wyatt Hotel loomed ahead, just as it had last year. But while the building stood unchanged, everything else had.
Graham Horton strode ahead of him, crossing the road with the effortless confidence Morgan Wright had once possessed. But that man - the man who had once attended these annual meet-and-greets in a sharp suit and comfortable...
2025-02-19 17:31:34 +0000 UTC View Post“We did it, Mr Wright!” Mia announced as she burst into the women’s washroom, her voice buzzing with excitement. “You were the perfect little hostess at the presentation. We’ve got a deal on the table.”
Morgan Wright turned to face his former secretary. The title of "Mister" sounded strange, having been so long since he had heard it.
...
2025-02-14 04:48:39 +0000 UTC View Post“Do I look alright?” Tommy asked, flustered, as he turned left and right, checking his reflection in the living room mirror.
Seated nearby, scrolling through her phone, Maddison slowly lifted and then shook her head, her gaze sweeping over her best friend. It was still surreal sometimes - how effortlessly scrawny little Tommy from school had transformed ...
2025-02-07 18:24:01 +0000 UTC View PostLarry jolted awake to the shrill blare of his alarm echoing throughout his pink prison. Groaning, he pushed himself upright, mindful not to break one of his long, glamorous nails. “Dios mío. I’m awake already. ¡Apágalo, por favor!”
The alarm cut off instantly, replaced by NINA’s ever-calm voice, now addressing Larry in...
2025-02-05 20:11:01 +0000 UTC View PostTommy stepped through the front door, barely having time to drop his bag on the ground before Maddison burst into the hall from the living room. “So, how was your weekend in the big city?” she asked excitedly. “I want to know everything.”
Pushing his plump lips into a smile, Tommy chuckled. “Give me a minute, will you? I’ve just got ba...
2025-02-01 02:57:37 +0000 UTC View PostMorgan Wright cast an uneasy glance downward, struggling to locate his feet beyond the imposing obstacles now occupying his line of vision. For starters, his breasts - standing to attention - appeared almost comically large, held in place by his underwire bra - an ever-present burden no matter how hard he tried to ignore them. Below his watermelon-sized c...
2025-01-30 17:21:01 +0000 UTC View Post