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This is the Sequel to “The New Girl”

Maria spent the remainder of the weekend getting to know her new body. It was certainly everything it was designed to be. She had fun trying to put parts of her body into full mode whilst retaining movement in the rest. A couple of times, she fell over in a heap unable to move until her self imposed timer expired.

Finally, she went to bed on the Sunday night and gave herself the command. “Normal Maria full movement”

When she awoke the next morning, she was pleased to see that her skin was no longer white and had complete movement in her limbs, toes and fingers. She admired her new body in the mirror for quite a while.
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Mark Jennings thought he had it made. He was very successful in Business. He was never had problems securing a date from some of the most attractive women in the city.

The only thing missing was the trophy wife.

Sure, when he needed an escort to a formal business function there was no shortage of women who were willing to accompany him to such functions. The problem was what happened when they opened their mouth.

Most times it was merely embarrassing. Sometimes, the utter garbage that came out of his escort’s mouths was downright obscene.
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Well, things have become confrontational on the message boards of both Crystal’s site and FictionMania. It’s starting to bleed over to TopShelf too, but hopefully it won’t reach there.

The problem is with a gentleman by the name of “Noah Vail” (a cute pun on “no avail”). He wrote several stories featuring an 8 year old being taken by adults in a sexual manner while dressed as a little girl.

The controversy’s shape is about “what is censorship”? There are a lot of people on both sites that want his stories removed posthaste, because they promote kiddie porn. They deal with sex situations with minor children. That is an accurate definition of the problem.

My take on it all? I don’t really have one. You see, I believe deeply in “live and let live”. While I do feel that both FictionMania and Crystal’s should stand by their posted Terms of Service and delete the stories (for promoting illegal acts, which is on their terms of service), I don’t think they should be removed from the Internet.

Let’s be rational. People are going to write stories that fit their perversions and nothing and no one is going to stop them. Him writing this for his own use is fine. Him sharing it with others is also fine. I don’t agree with the content at all, nor do I get aroused by the thought of a 10 year old having sex, but in America speech is protected.

He’s going to advocate that kind of activity, fine. He may do so. I don’t have to read it. The sites he has posted them on have Terms of Service that explicitly prohibit illegal acts, and as such they should stand by it and remove the stories. If they did not have such in their TOS, I wouldn’t ask them to remove the stories.

I can exercise my option and “change the channel” so as not to read what I find offensive.

Point in fact, I started reading one of the stories, just to see what was objectionable. I saw “my mother dressed me as a girl at 8 years old for her Johns” in the first sentence, and that was enough for me. I closed the window.

Let him write it, let him post it to sites that do not have clauses about no illegal activities. I’m fine with that. I don’t have to read it. It is as simple as that.

She knew that she needed expert help in selecting clothing and jewelry for herself, so instead of heading to a small boutique or consignment shop, she decided to go to the mall.

Luckily there was a large mall nearby with large retail shops as well as the little stores that sold specialty things. So it was off to the mall for Mia.
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A day later, Mr. Gerome’s lawyer had shown up at the house unexpectedly. He had not called ahead to let them know he was coming; his reason was Angie’s contract.

He went over all the points in the contract with her, and had her sign both copies. Mia was called to witness the signatures, and the lawyer was all smiles.
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Gerome had lived all his life beneath his Grandmother’s thumb. She had given orders about how he should dress, what he should eat, where he could go, whom he could see and how long he could be out without supervision. Now that the bat was dead, he intended to change all that.

She had been dying for the last five years. She sitting it in front of the parlor fire, brought there by her nurse, she had continued to run his life as she ran the financial empire she ruled. She issued orders and others jumped to do her bidding. He supposed that when you had a total corporate worth of a billion dollars (and growing) you could do what ever you wanted to and people would bow and thank you for it.
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