Not Your Average Lily - tg tfATTENTION: Please be aware, this story was written using a reference. I advise you guys look at this before reading further, just as something to visualise the transformation with. The link can be found in the description. Enjoy!
I look around the large greenhouse, pure boredom etched into my face as I take in the vast sea of green, the occasional splash of red or yellow from various flowers dotted about. A bead of sweat slowly trickles down my forehead, and I wipe it away with a hand. I want nothing more right now than to leave; it’s too hot, it’s too humid, and there is literally nothing of interest here.
Well… nothing of interest for me at least, I muse to myself as my younger sister darts past me, eyes wide open with curiosity and inquisitiveness. On the face of a 10 year old, that looks nothing but adorable. Unfortunately for me I have a soft spot for my sister, and she knows it all too well. I get the impression she plays on this more than I should
The Halloween Family (Collab TF Story)
The weather forecast had predicted a heavy downpour on the day of Halloween, but fortunately for three friends the rain stopped that morning so they could enjoy a night of trick or treating. Hannah, Cliff, and Aaron were only 7th graders, just part of the way through middle school. They got together three weeks before Halloween to decide how they would make it the most epic ever! The plan was simple. They would work together to make the costumes, work together to gather candy, and work together to eat it all. All of it would be done as a team. So they got to work immediately.
Hannah wanted to go as a MIB agent and needed a suit, so Cliff lent her a black suit and tie with fine shoes and Aaron gave her a toy laser gun he used to have when he was in elementary school. They both chipped in to bring her a pair of nice black sunglasses. Aaron wanted to go as a panther, so Hannah gave him a big black hoodie and sewed two cat ears on the hood, while Cliff used a long black sock as a tail to s
The Dress of Change (Request)
“Hey, where are you going, Carl?”
“Oh, uh, you know, home.”
I cringe as Scott Young presses me against a fence. You know, just one day without this sort of abuse would be nice. Just one day.
“You made me flunk my History test, smartass! How many times do I have to tell you to make your answers visible?”
“I tried!” I exclaim, “Dude, Mrs. Grier has the eyes of a hawk. Both of us could’ve gotten detention!”
“I could care less about detention,” Scott sneers, “I have it almost every day anyway. YOU, on the other hand, need to man up! Better both of us take the fall than me getting an F!”
“I’m not done,” my aggressor cuts in, “Listen, do I need to remind you why we’re having this talk?”