The Demoness of Chengdu

  SWI - Short story with images. Latino/Latina TG/RC Both sides of a Werewoman/Man story. The characters are mostly speaking Spanish in this story, but it's all in English to make it more fluid. The gratuitous Spanish is to remind the reader of this fact.   Miguel - Part 1 --------------- He stood smoking at the balcony, bronze sculpted body half on display. He ran his hand through his buzz cut. All night he’d heard a meek little voice in his head telling him that he was really a girl. That he was confundido. Screaming to let her back out. But that little bitch was never coming back. Not after tonight. He bricked her up nice and tight forever hopefully. Why would he give up a body like this? A year turning back into that pequeña puta rubia was hell. Time to stop taking turns... and how was he going to do that? Pues, jej. His old life made him sick. He was a Californian brat traveling in Mexico to find herself after college… well he definitely did that. Mexico made him into the man

 “This is my Grandfather’s ancestral home. He was in defence force, always away.” Hinata groaned as she rubbed one of her tender sides. You looked at the rubbish heaps in the corner, then scanned the walls. This man was a hoarder and also a hell of a martial artist. Katanas and wakizashis of every quality and style. He even had a few Western style swords. Hard bastard. “Why are we doing this again?” Daniel asked, his face crunched into a grimace. He loved traveling through Japan but this was the definition of nowhere, population no one. There probably wasn’t even an Izakaya in this little hamlet. “Mother and Father too old. We take the best, company take the rest.” Hinata said then gave him a hug around the waist. She looked into his eyes a moment, then ran her hand through his blonde hair. “Thanks for coming.” After they made their way into the garden he started fiddling with some of the water features when a glint struck his eye from the nearby shrine. Something was glow

 Who had early 2000's Nightmare Fuel advert on their TG Bingo? I made it a bit more into a Snow Queen story with some references to the old advert. Enjoy! “Beware the Judderwoman my dear when the moon is fat…” The Woodcutter crushed the snow underfoot as he made his way into his territory… or so he believed it to be. Wolves, bears and boars all mostly avoided the cabin. Though they tried to scratch at the doors and dig the walls every so often. The last one he cut in twine and made a beautiful coat for his daughter.  As he chopped up the last of the logs. He sniffed the air and shook his head. Was that fire in the distance? Please no, not so close to his home. He peered in the direction of the smell. It was a log fire.. now a little humming… what a sweet voice. He made his way towards it and as he rounded a tree he saw a woman. Her hair was angel blonde or perhaps it was ash white. It was hard to tell. But she immediately noticed him with her piercing blue eyes. As he drank her in

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