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My Alien Girlfriend (Chapter 1)
The rain pounded on my car as I drove up the highway to my college. The sky was cloudy and it was rather chilly. I wanted to get back to the campus soon, or it would be too dark to see where I was driving. It had been a good visit back at mom and dad’s, but they had wanted to visit too long and I’d let time get away from me. It was 9 in the evening…and my housemates would probably be up watching TV or something. I didn’t want them teasing me about returning from home so late…because they’d done that before.
The guys I lived with had long put their family life behind them and very rarely visited their families at home. They often picked on me about visiting my family during certain weekends like this one. Because it was the weekend, I had decided to drive home to visit my mom and dad for a while. Unlike the guys, I missed them and I don’t get to see them very often, especially ever since I started college. They were happy to see me of course,
Plot of the Retro Bimbo Aliens, Log Alpha
Am I using this thing right? There's nowhere to type or anything, so how--
Oh. I guess it's just reading my thoughts to take a log. It's so weird that I'm able to understand what's on the screen at all, but I suppose any system that's able to directly interpret brainwaves is going to be able to let me read its output. That's not really important, though. What matters is that I'm able to record all of what happened to me in case there's anyone else who finds this. I'm pretty sure that my personal logs are private, so I can recount exactly what happened today without fear of...her...discovering me. When did this start, again?
Right, last night. Yesterday, I was living a pretty normal life. Six feet tall, sorta dirty blond hair, pale-ish skin, not in particularly good shape. I suppose that's part of the reason they got me, though there aren't really any exercise routines that can prepare you for the sort of thing that h
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Part 1 - "Wheat For It..."
Sometimes I hate being alone so much I just want to run screaming into the nearest crowd of people and grab hold of everyone till they all have long hair and large breasts. For anyone but me, that would be very strange.
I have what a few people call a superpower, many call a curse, and most prefer not to talk about at all. If I’m near another person for a certain period of time, something about me starts to feminize them.
I have no idea why, nor do a multitude of scientists, doctors, and religious leaders who have poked, prodded, and thrown things at me. It started the same day I ate wheat pasta for the first time in over a decade. This fact has been scrutinized and experimented with every time I bring it up to those looking for explanations but it seems to be entirely unrelated to what happened.
When I was very young, I would get flu-like symptoms whenever I ate anything with wheat in it. This meant my mom needed to
Plot of the Retro Bimbo Aliens, Log Gamma
Okay, I think it's gone. If you do see something there that looks like me getting deflated and turned into a dollish girl, I'd appreciate it if you would just pretend it's not there.
Phase 5 was next, right? As before, there was a little announcement sign. "Phase 5: Primary Retroviral Transmogrification". Like the first phase, this one was accompanied by a little digital readout. Instead of showing weight, though, this one gave a percentage indicator, starting at 0%. Used to seeing stuff coming from the top of the tube, I was a little surprised to see a single spray nozzle emerge from the lower right side of my view. Almost snakelike, it coiled the space around my body, always at least a few inches away from touching me until it had gotten up to the top of my head. With a pressurized hiss, a smoky gas emerged from the nozzle as it began to retract itself along the same path it had taken. This was a much quicker progr
Don't Trust the Tall Man Ch. 1“Well, this didn't work...” Said a good friend of yours as she narrowed her eyes, looking around the wooded area. The silence in the air was eerie and the only noise was the wind blowing lightly, messing your hair up slightly. Smoothing it out a bit you looked up at the blonde who sighed disappointed and crossed something out in her black book she was holding.
Nodding you hummed in agreement “What exactly were you expecting?” You asked looking up at her from your sitting position. She acted like if she didn't hear your answer, or maybe she did but in instead of answering you she just kept looking around slowly. Completing full circle she finally shrugged and looked at you with the calm eyes of hers.
“I don't know...” She started in monotone “Something... I guess.” Shaking your head you lifted your hand towards her. Hesitating a moment she helped you up and looked around once more.
The two of you picked up the 12 pages from the forest floo
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"We'll be nearing Earth soon, Grimlock." He called to someone behind him.
"Good work, Swoop. Me, Grimlock, thought we never make it." A deep voice replied to the one called Swoop.
"Do you think Optimus will help us?"
"If not, me make him help us. He risk life to save soldiers before. Not see why he not now."
The one called Swoop nodded. Long had he become used to his leader's way of speech. And it did nothing to change the respect and admiration Swoop had for his leader. But they needed Optimus' help if they were to
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Swoop nodded again but it didn't do much to boost his con
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Until the next one, at least…
Nate came back into the room, loaded up with several fluffy towels, a blanket, and a kettle of hot water. Seeing his wife hunched over in the grips of yet another contraction had him setting his items down on the table, rushing over to her side. “Tia,” he breathed out, hands hovering anxiously over her hard, quivering belly.
“They’re… they’re right on top of each other…” she moaned. “I can’t… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” he insisted, grasping one of the
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"This is Scarlet Garcia, SSTV News, reporting from Central Station Square Park, with breaking news." The red-haired reporter's face suddenly flashed on every television in Station Square. "A large and possibly vicious, rabid animal has apparently been spotted tonight by a few witnesses in downtown Station Square."
The televisions then displayed brief, amateur footage from what looked like another person's mobile phone. It displayed a couple walking through the park some distance away. The camera then looked away for a brief moment, until it heard the couple screaming. The person managed to film the couple running back the way they came, screaming frantically. That was when a huge dark blur burst out of a bush and sprinted to the park's exit in the opposite direction. The blur looked like a large animal that ran on all fours, and growled loudly as it fled the scene.
"All are advised to stay away, for this animal may attack if provoked. I repeat, you ar
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Chapter 1: Change
“Arthur, Arthur, come on. Time to wake up.” I woke up to the sound of my mom waking me up at 5:30 A.M. to go to school. I was exhausted; I had stayed up most of the night playing Assassin’s Creed 3, Aliens: Colonial Marines, and Minecraft. It was another day like these where I wished that I could be something completely different from that of a human being. I began my daily routine of checking DeviantART for any new messages. With no new messages, I struggled to move my dog off of the bed. When she finally jumped down, I grabbed my clothes and went for a quick shower. After my shower, I had gone downstairs rather quietly and startled my mom. She gave me a death glare for that and I took my breakfast to my recliner and started eating. I flipped through channels like an Olympian diving into a pool to see what was on. I finally stopped on F.X. to see anything that would catch my interest. When it came to a commercial, I