Pantsing and Stripping Forums

Author’s Note: As I continued working on future chapters of this story, I realized the need to address continuity issues while keeping the narrative intact. These adjustments to previous chapters ensure a smoother reading experience while preserving the heart of the story. Thank you for your ...

The Unintentional Streak

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I stood in the kitchen, the cold tiles biting into my bare feet, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure it could be heard in the next room. My mind was a whirlwind of panic and regret. How had I gotten myself into this mess? The plan had seemed so simple, so ...

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I stood at the top of the stairs, my heart still racing, my cheeks burning with humiliation. James’s hand gently gripped my arm, stopping me from retreating to the safety of the bedroom. I turned to face him, my eyes wide with disbelief at his suggestion. His expression was soft ...

Alice was scrolling through the long list of emails she had received. One caught her eye. It was from a retailer she used quite frequently. It stated that there was a problem with the payment method on her recent order and instructed her follow the link provided and enter a new payment method ...

Thank you Danielle. Definitely hope there is more coming

Readers. I made story flow changes to the last two posts.

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Later That Night

As the night dragged on and the echoes of the football game faded into the background, we found ourselves in the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of snacks and drinks. The hum of the refrigerator and the ...

Be Yourself

Chapter 1: The Spark

I’ve always felt different—not in a way that made me stand out in a crowd, but in a way that made me feel like I was carrying a secret, a quiet rebellion simmering beneath my skin. It started when I was barely a teenager, though the roots of it might have been ...

Chapter 2: The Weight of Threads

Monday Morning: The New Normal

The air outside tasted like iron, sharp and unforgiving—a late-autumn chill that bit at my skin as I walked to school. My backpack hung heavy with textbooks and the five state-approved seating towels, each stamped with a bureaucratic ...

The Mailgirl of Stephens Academy

Chapter 2B: The Weight of Preparation

The insistent buzz of my phone jolted me awake, its vibrations rattling against the wooden nightstand like an alarm that refused to be ignored. The faint glow of the screen cast eerie shadows across the walls. Even before I ...

The Mailgirl of Stephens Academy

2C: The Assembly

The morning announcements had barely ended when Mrs. Johnson’s gaze swept across the classroom. Her expression was unreadable, her eyes sharp with quiet intensity. After a long pause, she spoke, her voice calm but unmistakably firm.

“Some of you ...