Showing posts with label Age Regression Revenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Age Regression Revenge. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Story: Mary’s Misunderstanding
This story is largely based on a story written by Derry. I thought it had great potential so I rewrote it and expanded upon his work.
By Derry
Rewritten by Tcheser
Mary White had been looking forward to this moment for two years. Today her bratty, 22 year old niece, Abigail, was finally getting what she deserved for daring to make sarcastic comments about her only slightly older aunt behind her back. Today, so as to satisfy a clause in her Grandmother’s will, she was becoming a registered ‘returnee’ after all and Mary could think of no more appropriate punishment for Abigail’s insolence than for her to have to become a powerless child once again.
Having signed the the returnee contract and registering under California’s new laws, as Mary understood it, Abigail was for all intents and purposes, now a minor and she was her guardian, due a huge inheritance. The next step was to make it clear to all and sundry that this was the case. So with a huge grin on her face, she dragged Abigail to a clothing shop that specialized in turning naughty adults into children. Mary was a little disappointed in one regard however. She had envisioned taking her new ‘child’ to the restroom and ceremonially scrubbing off all her carefully applied makeup. Abigail however, being a natural beauty with perfect features and skin, hardly needed any makeup and didn’t appear to be wearing any at all today.
Mary wasn’t going to let this get her down though. After showing the proprietor of the store, Ms. West, the signed contract and their identification so they could verify who was who, they began shopping and the older woman proved to be every bit as helpful as she had heard. She had quite a way with returnees it seemed. She just whispered a few words to Abigail and the girl sat down in a little chair to calmly await her fate. Mary was impressed. She had expected Abigail to flip out and run for the door when she found out why they were there, but she seemed completely at ease with the situation.
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Story: A Marvelous Love Triangle (Part 1)
A Marvelous Love Triangle
By Tcheser
11/26/06
Moe “Mojo” Johnston couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He had come to the New York City apartment of Mary Jane Watson intent on telling her how he felt about her. How the friendship they had shared when they were in high school had been the only thing that had kept him going during the five hard years he spent in prison for grand larceny and breaking and entering. How he had her pictures posted all over his prison cell and gazed at them longingly for hours every day. How his fond memories of her had grown and turned inevitably into feelings of love. How he could no longer live without her and wanted her to be his forever. Now that he was here however, with his heart on his sleeve, ready to express his love and devotion for her everything was going wrong. For what should he find when he peered through her window?
The Black Cat!
A notorious super heroine, the Black Cat was nearly as sexy and attractive as Mary Jane herself, and was already inside her apartment and was presently involved in a heated argument with her about someone named Peter. Mojo couldn’t believe this. As he scaled the building and crept silently across the rooftop to get a better view through Mary Jane’s skylight, he ground his teeth and tried to reconcile the horrible thought that Mary Jane was already taken by another man. It was a terrible thought and Mojo found himself having to stop and rest for a moment against the skylight before continuing. He had to get his head straight before confronting Mary Jane and confessing his love for her.
At least from his new position Mojo could see and hear the argument between the Black Cat and Mary Jane better. They were really having a row it seemed. Shouting at one another and nearly coming to blows. Perhaps he mused he would hear something that would allay his earlier fear that his love was involved with another man. That would help his cause a great deal. It was a vain hope he knew, but he wasn’t prepared to give up on her just yet. Not as long as there was any possibility remaining that Mary Jane could still be his… and not as long as the two silver remotes still dangled from his belt. Amazing devices he had stolen earlier that evening from the lab of none other then Reed Richards, better known as Mister Fantastic of the Fantastic Four.
Meanwhile the argument taking place below Mojo seemed to be just continually heating up. The white haired Black Cat seemed to be on the offense with his love, the beautiful red haired Mary Jane, more then a little taken aback by her rival’s audacity.
“Listen to me Mary Jane. I’m being dead serious. I’m in love with Peter and I’m certain he feels the same way. He’s just too nice of a guy to say anything to you.” The Black Cat, secretly Felicia Hardy, tried to explain during a lull in their shouting contest.
“That’s ridiculous. You barely know Peter. How could you know how he feels?” Mary Jane countered.
By Tcheser
11/26/06
Moe “Mojo” Johnston couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He had come to the New York City apartment of Mary Jane Watson intent on telling her how he felt about her. How the friendship they had shared when they were in high school had been the only thing that had kept him going during the five hard years he spent in prison for grand larceny and breaking and entering. How he had her pictures posted all over his prison cell and gazed at them longingly for hours every day. How his fond memories of her had grown and turned inevitably into feelings of love. How he could no longer live without her and wanted her to be his forever. Now that he was here however, with his heart on his sleeve, ready to express his love and devotion for her everything was going wrong. For what should he find when he peered through her window?
The Black Cat!
A notorious super heroine, the Black Cat was nearly as sexy and attractive as Mary Jane herself, and was already inside her apartment and was presently involved in a heated argument with her about someone named Peter. Mojo couldn’t believe this. As he scaled the building and crept silently across the rooftop to get a better view through Mary Jane’s skylight, he ground his teeth and tried to reconcile the horrible thought that Mary Jane was already taken by another man. It was a terrible thought and Mojo found himself having to stop and rest for a moment against the skylight before continuing. He had to get his head straight before confronting Mary Jane and confessing his love for her.
At least from his new position Mojo could see and hear the argument between the Black Cat and Mary Jane better. They were really having a row it seemed. Shouting at one another and nearly coming to blows. Perhaps he mused he would hear something that would allay his earlier fear that his love was involved with another man. That would help his cause a great deal. It was a vain hope he knew, but he wasn’t prepared to give up on her just yet. Not as long as there was any possibility remaining that Mary Jane could still be his… and not as long as the two silver remotes still dangled from his belt. Amazing devices he had stolen earlier that evening from the lab of none other then Reed Richards, better known as Mister Fantastic of the Fantastic Four.
Meanwhile the argument taking place below Mojo seemed to be just continually heating up. The white haired Black Cat seemed to be on the offense with his love, the beautiful red haired Mary Jane, more then a little taken aback by her rival’s audacity.
“Listen to me Mary Jane. I’m being dead serious. I’m in love with Peter and I’m certain he feels the same way. He’s just too nice of a guy to say anything to you.” The Black Cat, secretly Felicia Hardy, tried to explain during a lull in their shouting contest.
“That’s ridiculous. You barely know Peter. How could you know how he feels?” Mary Jane countered.
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Story: The Perfect School
THE PERFECT SCHOOL
by Tcheser
“I’m so glad that you have chosen to send your daughter to St. Crispin’s” the calculating headmistress Mrs. Ramsey said as she finalized the admission forms and readied them for her visitor Mrs. Angela Clark’s signature.
“Stepdaughter,” the beautiful Angela corrected the headmistress. She took a long sip of the sherry Mrs. Ramsey had offered her and brushed back a lock of her long wavy blonde hair.
“Yes, of course, that’s right. I recall now. You mentioned she was your husband’s daughter from his previous wife’s previous marriage”
“Yes, so she’s not related by blood to either of us. Rex took custody of her when her real mother died. And she’s quite a handful let me tell you, she’s eighteen but looks twenty one.”
“I would have to agree. From the photo you gave me I would have guessed she was much older if you hadn’t already told me her age.” Ramsey agreed as she looked again at the girl’s photo. “She must be difficult around the house.”
“You have no idea,” Angela tossed her hands up in frustration.
“Probably also a bit of a worry around your husband…” Ramsey probed gently.
“…Yes…” Angela replied after a moment’s thought.
“Strutting around, tempting him with her soft nubile body… talking back to you … making demands… ” Ramsey elaborated.
“…Yes… the oversexed little strumpet” Angela growled through clenched teeth as her hands curled into balls and went white. Then finishing her drink in one large gulp, she regained her composure and smiled unconvincingly “But I love the dickens out of her.”
“I bet you do,” Ramsey smiled back. “And I can assure you she will be well looked after at our boarding school. Year round if you would like, Mrs. Clark”
“Excellent, and please call me Angela” the younger woman beamed as she helped herself to another stiff drink.
“I’m so glad that you have chosen to send your daughter to St. Crispin’s” the calculating headmistress Mrs. Ramsey said as she finalized the admission forms and readied them for her visitor Mrs. Angela Clark’s signature.
“Stepdaughter,” the beautiful Angela corrected the headmistress. She took a long sip of the sherry Mrs. Ramsey had offered her and brushed back a lock of her long wavy blonde hair.
“Yes, of course, that’s right. I recall now. You mentioned she was your husband’s daughter from his previous wife’s previous marriage”
“Yes, so she’s not related by blood to either of us. Rex took custody of her when her real mother died. And she’s quite a handful let me tell you, she’s eighteen but looks twenty one.”
“I would have to agree. From the photo you gave me I would have guessed she was much older if you hadn’t already told me her age.” Ramsey agreed as she looked again at the girl’s photo. “She must be difficult around the house.”
“You have no idea,” Angela tossed her hands up in frustration.
“Probably also a bit of a worry around your husband…” Ramsey probed gently.
“…Yes…” Angela replied after a moment’s thought.
“Strutting around, tempting him with her soft nubile body… talking back to you … making demands… ” Ramsey elaborated.
“…Yes… the oversexed little strumpet” Angela growled through clenched teeth as her hands curled into balls and went white. Then finishing her drink in one large gulp, she regained her composure and smiled unconvincingly “But I love the dickens out of her.”
“I bet you do,” Ramsey smiled back. “And I can assure you she will be well looked after at our boarding school. Year round if you would like, Mrs. Clark”
“Excellent, and please call me Angela” the younger woman beamed as she helped herself to another stiff drink.
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