The Demoness of Chengdu

A steel blur ran through the Gansu barrens. Across the aisle, a young man sat down, then absorbed himself in a book. Tall, sandy-haired, radiating a Scandinavian ease. Dane, judging by the worn flag patch. He was handsome, oh... really handsome. No, don't think that. Don't think about it. A treacherous, unwelcome warmth bloomed in Dylan’s belly, a demanding feeling with a life of its own. It was Jin Fen.  The body rebelled. Muscles not designed for the coming new frame spasmed uncontrollably. A wave of giddiness,  her giddiness poured out. Full sentences broke into Chinglish shards. No more look at sand, boring to death. Finally nice man here! He felt dizzy, empty-headed, and horny, absurdly so. Reduced down to a caricature of desire. It had sounded so romantic. He was between jobs, a history graduate. Seemed good for the  resume back in Canada . Ancient trade routes, Buddhist grottoes, Border deserts. Instead, he’d lost everything at that back-alley bazaar in Dunhuang, l...

“Do we have anyone new here today?” Alex stared pointedly at the unfamiliar ginger man and smiled. They tightened their lips and shifted their feet. “Don’t be shy. As I said on the phone. No one should be ashamed of who they are… or what they did.” “I think it was a mistake coming here.” He started to sit up and some of the others sighed. “No, you meant it or you wouldn’t have drove hundreds of kilometers to get here. Please sit.” The man looked at the door and sat back down. “Look, my alter ego is… is…can I even...” “Say her name. You need to take her power away from you.” Alex said firmly. “My… alter ego is Michelle.” “Now what is your name?” Alex said firmly. The man put his head on his forehead. “I’m Jason.” Everybody clapped, then sat back. Alex smiled at Jason. Others introduced themselves but of particular note was a detective from the Austin police department and a businessman from Dallas. Both involuntary users. Both given Bodymod with racial modifiers. Their relative positio...

  Jack opened the door to the toilet just in time. The distress in his eyes would be visible to anyone who saw him on the way there. He pulled up his t-shirt to see his stomach rippling. Ulcerous pains struck all over his guts. “Just.. a few more seconds.. I was studying you b-“ Oh I’m sorry nerd, were you gonna call me a bitch?” Andrea spoke up, with her clear Italian American Brooklyn accent coming out of his mouth. He felt a purposefully crushing pain in his testicles followed by a smoky sexy laugh. He groaned. “I don’t give a fuck about your study and social calendar.” “I didn’t even recover from the last time.” He screamed while his voice was getting higher. The poorly healed wounds he had were burning from the extra adrenaline and his skin tearing and ripping. His ashy blonde hair   grew softer, shampooing all the dirt out of it. His eyesight began to improve as he dropped his thick rimmed glasses and shook out his lengthening raven black hair. His blue eyes lo...

 “Liếm lồn của tôi” (Want to lick my cunt?) You covered your mouth and quickly ducked into the frozen food aisle. You made eye contact with a tall bearded guy with a tiger tattoo. You were trying to avoid him earlier, he was just you-her type. “Bạn sẽ yêu bộ ngực của tôi” (You would love my tits.) Burst from your lips even as you tried to seal them. “Huh?” He raised his chin. “Nothing. I said I hope you enjoy your chicken. I’ve had it before.” “Oh uh… sure… Whatever.” He fumbled around for something else in the aisle and paced off. Your blue eyes trained on his ass as he wandered off. Officially you had developed Tourette’s syndrome at the age of twenty four. Officially it was caused by culture shock from one month traveling in Vietnam. Unofficially? Would anyone believe your Vietnamese bitch alter ago just couldn’t shut the fuck up? Her filthy mouth was unstoppable. She even hijacked your fingers once in a while. You made 'friends' with her after a typical night of crassness a...