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My name is Chelsea Harrington, and I’ll be taking over this story now. I won’t even begin to explain how I ended up with the memory ring. I’m not even quite sure myself. I guess when Edith was tampering with time, she never anticipated someone receiving a ring other than herself. When I received ...

Melissa hated going to school.

She wasn’t stupid, she did alright at school, mostly B’s and C’s, nor was she all that unattractive, sure she wasn’t a ten out of ten cheerleader caliber of beauty, but she got her own share of dates, nothing too serious, however, she was still a virgin.

All of this ...

Edith’s POV

I arrived at school absolutely miserable. I couldn’t believe I was going to school naked. No longer did I have the big beautiful breasts or the perfect round ass. Instead, all I had were two tiny mounds and a bald pussy. I wanted to cry. No one seemed to bother me on the bus, but when ...

I was slowly learning more about the ring. When Google yielded no results, I resorted to experimenting.

And that’s what led me to the cafe. Well, that, and the fact that it was exhausting going out on the streets with thousands of people and their desires flooding my head. I considered taking on ...

Hello, my first story here, feel stressed :P My idea was to write something kinky, a bit creepy and kinda cute at the same time. The story about two gorgeous girls that are totally different to each other and, of course, hellish ring. Have fun :)


N eedless to say, Patricia had a crush on Kat ...

PART TEN


Just like that, I was back downstairs.

Hand in hand with Heather, though there wasn’t any reason for her to keep a grip on me. I had already made my choice. I was mostly bothered by the seemingly friendly and casual way her fingers laced between mine, when she and I were anything but ...

Part Fifteen

Twenty-nine seconds, and I was going to be kissing a girl.

Somehow, this whole ordeal had been twisted into me dreading the very time that was supposed to mark the end of me demeaning myself by pretending to be a stripper. Speaking of reprieves turning into things being worse than ...

Part Sixteen

“FOUR.”

Before I could fully process Zoey’s words, as I was still dealing with the horror of how I was exposed to the entire party and whatever devices were capturing this on picture or video, I felt the young blonde’s hands snaking around my body again. She gripped my bare breasts ...

Part Seventeen

I was fully making out with Zoey.

There was still no pleasure; if anything, this was definitive proof that I very much was a straight girl. Her breasts against mine were awkward, her lips were softer than I was used to, and even the way she gripped me was noticeably feminine ...

Part Eighteen

Over the speakers, so she could be clearly heard over the chaos around me, Autumn announced, “Whoever brings me her thong gets to make out with yours truly!”

Her words sank in after the smallest of beats. Everyone around me had been a little more hesitant when I had started ...