The Demoness of Chengdu

  English man to Italian woman TG MtF Hyde (SWI) Story with images This is a sort epilogue to Dr Jekyll and Miss Huang, but stands as a story in its own right. London 2026 The estate agent had called it a “garden flat,” which Daniel Stevenson supposed was technically accurate if you counted the three square feet of moss-choked paving outside the kitchen window as a garden. What it actually was, he decided as he hauled the last cardboard box down the iron stairs from street level, was a basement. A proper Victorian basement with flagstone floors, walls that wept condensation in summer, and ceilings low enough that he had to duck beneath the doorframes. Still. Five hundred a month in Cavendish Square. Even for a shoebox dug into London clay, that was practical in this economy. “Bit damp,” his father had said on the phone. “You'll want a dehumidifier.”  Daniel dropped the box onto the kitchen counter and straightened his back with a groan. The flat consisted of two rooms plus a ...

Chinese MtF Hyde story with images. London 1887 His eyes, a washed-out blue, darted nervously across the dim parlour. Gilded paper peeled from the walls. Velvet drapes, once lush, hung heavy with shipyard dust. Several women lounged on overstuffed divans, their faces painted thickly like porcelain masks eyes flat and watchful. “Does sir wish partake?” The tall reedy voiced Chinaman was busy moving an ornament. His real name was unknown to Jekyll but he often called himself Mr Overton. “Of the obliviating fumes? N…no… I am here to see some of the girls.” He gulped and his eyes flickered to one of the admittedly skilful erotic drawings on the wall. “Of course. I remember you. Here you come again. And I sure it no shall be last one. “ Overton spoke English with impeccable diction for a Chinaman. He led him to the stairs. A man sat motionless on a pile of blankets. His limbs contorted as if trying to hug himself. His eyes followed them and a rictus grin appeared on his face. “He is fine....