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  1. Descriptions: Ioanna and Ivette

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    August 13, 2016 by Lyn

    Ioanna cy’Valerian
    Third Cohort

    Ioanna is, above all, a girl of brilliant, bright colors and mercurial fashions, her clothing as unpredictable as her moods are steady.

    Her pre-change “base” is a pretty, tall, athletic girl, with firm abs, medium high-sitting C-cup breasts, and hips wide enough to balance her breasts and shoulders; her arms and legs are as toned as her abs, and she makes good use of Addergoole’s weight room and outdoor track.… Read on


  2. Question: Care of Magical Creatures

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    August 9, 2016 by Lyn

    Clare K. R. Miller asks: I have a question that I would like to ask of any student mother at Addergoole–Shiva or Tya if possible, otherwise, anyone but preferably someone to whom the conditions in the question apply:

    What happens if you want to breastfeed your kids?… Read on


  3. Hoppy Easter

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    August 6, 2016 by Lyn

    Easter, 2012

    It had been their private joke since their first Easter together, a joke that they initiated their children into early on: Aelgifu was their family’s private Easter Bunny (Cecily was the first to draw said iconic character for school with horns, causing an interesting and uncomfortable parent-teacher conference until they realized this particular teacher, at least, was Faded.… Read on


  4. Fairy Tale

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    August 6, 2016 by Lyn

    coat_of_armsSThis story takes place on St. Patrick’s Day on the 5th year of the Addergoole school.

    “Well.” Yngvi looked around the pod at the stocked-in supplies.

    “Well,” Ayla agreed, taking off her apron and throwing it into her room. “I think we have enough.”

    “Did you invite the entire school or the entire state?” he joked, studying the stacks of green muffins and the interesting-and-yet-appetizing-smelling green pizza.… Read on


  5. If you can’t be with the ones you love…

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    July 31, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place on Thanksgiving Day of the third year of the Addergoole School.

    Ioanna wanted to go home. It was Thanksgiving, and she wanted to be with her father and stepmother and their raucous family of step- and half-brothers and her tiny baby sister, eating turkey and candied yams, and watching football.… Read on


  6. Making An Entrance

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    July 29, 2016 by Lyn

    One month before the beginning of classes, Year One of the Addergoole School, August 5th, 1995

    She was the last teacher to arrive, months after some and years after others. It had been harder than expected for Regine to find a romance-languages teacher who met all of her stringent qualifications, and, looking at the woman standing in the airport – posing.Read on


  7. Chapter 175: Shahin

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    July 19, 2016 by Lyn

    Life is the key,
    what you want it to be
    Release your mind
    Release your mind
    Open yourself to the universal truth
    Free your mind
    Free your mind

    Second to last week in March, 2000

    “How do you think Tolly is managing?” Io looked up from her book, her hand thoughtfully over her still-flattish stomach.… Read on


  8. Chapter 145: Shahin

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    June 30, 2016 by Lyn

    They gave me a life that’s not so easy to live
    And then they sent me on my way
    I left my love and forgot my dreams
    I lost them all along the way

    Shahin didn’t want to come off as giddy and dippy, to gush like a teenager (Shahin, her mind reminded her dryly, you are a teenager), so she spent time at lunch focusing on her breathing and, when that wasn’t helping the urge to sing out “we’re getting married!… Read on


  9. Prelude: Emrys

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    June 23, 2016 by Lyn

    Emrys paused a second to catch his breath as his date for the dance emerged from her room. Who’s her fairy godmother? It was quite a makeover: her golden hair was done up artfully, rather than left in its typical straightforward ponytail; her torn jeans were now a radiant, glittering gown; even her shoes – yes, she had actually reproduced the look faithfully.… Read on


  10. Interlude: Aelgifu

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    June 15, 2016 by Lyn

    Lunch on Friday was uncomfortable and quiet; Yngvi was still in the infirmary, dealing with a Change that looked suspiciously similar to Ayla’s (another thing to blame Aelfgar for), which left her with the table of awkward. Emrys was cranky and pretending not to be, Xaviera sullen and nervous, and Ioanna jittery, so Ayla focused on calming thoughts, the way she did, sometimes, when Shahin was having a bad day, and held Io’s hand tightly.… Read on


  11. Interlude: Aelgifu (b)

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    June 3, 2016 by Lyn

    Io ran her hand through the girl’s hair again, soft and sleek, until her hand touched the velveteen fur of the ears protruding from the top of her head… uh.

    “Ayla?” she asked shakily.

    Ayla moaned softly, looking up at her, licking her lips.… Read on


  12. Interlude: Aelgifu

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    June 3, 2016 by Lyn

    The knock on Io’s door came later Sunday night than she’d been expecting, but not so late that she’d started to worry. Nevertheless, she was in her nightgown already; but, that hardly mattered, given the company she was expecting. She opened the door.… Read on


  13. Chapter 55: Shahin

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    September 4, 2015 by Lyn

    …through the rise and falling apart
    We discover who we are

    She woke and showered early Sunday morning, when Emrys was still asleep, standing under the water, trying not to think. For a moment, she was entirely alone. Quiet, peaceful. Even the visions were silent.… Read on


  14. Interlude: Aelgifu and Ioanna

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    August 31, 2015 by Lyn

    “Nervous?” Yngvi untied her tie and retied it, smoothing the knot with no apparent qualms about being that close to her, and no apparent interest in the same.

    “Terrified,” Aelgifu admitted. “I’ve never been this ‘out’ before, you know? I’ve never been out at all.”

    “Mm-hrmm,” he said noncommittally.… Read on


  15. Interlude: Aelgifu

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    August 31, 2015 by Lyn

    “Thank you.” Ayla gratefully took the plastic cup from Alexander and held it with both hands, as if it could warm her up. She wasn’t cold, not physically – it was always comfortable down here, so far underground that weather didn’t seem to matter – but she was nervous and a little jittery.… Read on


  16. Chapter 43: Shahin

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    August 21, 2015 by Lyn

    Girl you’re beautiful, you’re ’bout near perfect
    But I bet somebody’s already told you that

    By Wednesday, it had become routine to wake up in Emrys’ bed, to sit at his table with his horrid friends – with the horrible Agatha, the slightly less horrible Dysmas, their creepy pets, and the relatively nice Anatoliy – for meals, to time her conversations so that no-one really noticed that she didn’t speak unless she was spoken to.… Read on


  17. Interlude: Loose Ends and Leftovers

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    August 13, 2015 by Lyn

    Taro had his arm around Kailani’s waist, and she was resting her head on his shoulder, the beaded curls of her hair trailing across his back. They looked companionable, cuddly, cozy. Like a couple.

    Conrad’s right hand was twitching, so he shoved it in his pocket, mirroring the gesture with his other hand for symmetry, and turned his back on the happy couple.… Read on


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