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ShadowWolf: remove extraneous category

2009-01-16T00:59:25Z

remove extraneous category

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	{{author note\|This story is so far 56,000 words. I've inserted chapter breaks, but mainly for ease of reading online. There are some prototypical elements for Paradise in this story, in a 19th century way.}}		{{author note\|This story is so far 56,000 words. I've inserted chapter breaks, but mainly for ease of reading online. There are some prototypical elements for Paradise in this story, in a 19th century way.}}

JonBuck at 00:37, 30 April 2008

2008-04-30T00:37:15Z

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	{{WIP}} [[Category:Jon Buck]] [[Category:Transgender]] [[Category:Anthropomorphic]] {{DEFAULTSORT:Forgotten Hotel}}		{{WIP}} [[Category:Jon Buck]] [[Category:Transgender]] [[Category:Cervine]] [[Category:Deer]] [[Category:Rabbit]] [[Category:Anthropomorphic]] {{DEFAULTSORT:Forgotten Hotel}}

	{{author note\|This story is so far 56,000 words. I've inserted chapter breaks, but mainly for ease of reading online. There are some prototypical elements for Paradise in this story, in a 19th century way.}}		{{author note\|This story is so far 56,000 words. I've inserted chapter breaks, but mainly for ease of reading online. There are some prototypical elements for Paradise in this story, in a 19th century way.}}

JonBuck: Shortening this beast. :)

2008-03-02T07:45:40Z

Shortening this beast. :)

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JonBuck: /* Chapter 10 */

2008-03-02T06:00:07Z

Chapter 10

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	''Lord almighty. It's like watching one of those soap operas back home,'' Sara thought. ''I think we just lost Bruce. I can see Lacey isn't too unhappy about it, but...''		''Lord almighty. It's like watching one of those soap operas back home,'' Sara thought. ''I think we just lost Bruce. I can see Lacey isn't too unhappy about it, but...''

	''If they're using the same medical nannies that are in us, Sara, then we're going to live a long time. Perhaps long enough to see things change for the better,'' replied ~~Bruce~~. ''They can trade places as much as they like.''		''If they're using the same medical nannies that are in us, Sara, then we're going to live a long time. Perhaps long enough to see things change for the better,'' replied Fred. ''They can trade places as much as they like.''

	"One more thing," Annette said, licking Bruce on his twitchy nose. "I want the car."		"One more thing," Annette said, licking Bruce on his twitchy nose. "I want the car."

JonBuck: /* Chapter 10 */ Another chunk

2008-03-02T05:56:52Z

Chapter 10: Another chunk

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	"A good twelve hours. I wanted to make sure we could talk without being overheard. Now, we owe your partner--or should that be partners?--a detailed explanation."		"A good twelve hours. I wanted to make sure we could talk without being overheard. Now, we owe your partner--or should that be partners?--a detailed explanation."

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			Her real name was Annette Patricia Slocum, born outside of Boston to immigrant parents. Unlike most people she talked to the birds, and they were smart enough to realize that there was an insatiable curiosity about the world in the young badger. Unfortunately being a woman was a liability in this world, so much so that the birds used what technology they had left to help her appear more masculine, both in appearance and in odor. But they could not change any gross physical aspects. Her breasts were bound quite tightly, for instance. And the male musk was produced by an uncomfortable implant.

			"Annette and I met when she was taking one of her frequent holidays from her fake persona," Bruce explained. "It's very stressful, you see, pretending to be something you're not for long periods. Even I had to come away from the female fakery after a while."

			"Bruce, we danced together twice before I realized you weren't a woman. Don't sell yourself short," Annette said. With Denton out cold, she had sloughed off the Dr. Sloan persona like a butterfly coming out of its pupa. She looked at Sara-Fred. "Now I see that it need not be fakery at all. Unless you filled in your pedicles somehow?"

			"No, it's all here." Sara stood up and started unfastening her bodice. "Here, I can show you if you like..."

			"It ''would'' give me some peace of mind," the badger continued. "And it's always good to get out of those stuffy clothes. Here, let me help, Sara."

			"How do you know which is which?" the doe asked.

			"You carry yourself slightly differently. Nobody would notice unless you were like me and your partner. We're used to playing as the opposite sex." She looked over the now-nude doe, and seemed satisfied. "Yes, there is no way that's fakery at all."

			"Could we make Dr. Sloan a suit like you wore, Bruce?" Fred asked. "If was very convincing."

			"No, that won't do at all. Especially since something tipped off those attackers," Annette said. She gave a serious look to the brown hare. "Did you bring it?"

			"It took a great deal of negotiation to get this, Annette," he replied, reaching for his salesman's case. "But I'm assured it will make a man out of you."

			"Then let's get on with it. I've been thinking about this for weeks, ever since the birds told me. I'm too close to major discoveries and marketing them to stay secluded like this. But if I'm discovered to be a woman, ''all'' of my research will be discredited." The pained look on her face was absolutely heartrending. This was a huge sacrifice for her. "This technology is simply too important to remain a woman."

			"Then ''I'' will be the woman. It's not a huge sacrifice for me, my love," Bruce declared, hugging her close.

			''Lord almighty. It's like watching one of those soap operas back home,'' Sara thought. ''I think we just lost Bruce. I can see Lacey isn't too unhappy about it, but...''

			''If they're using the same medical nannies that are in us, Sara, then we're going to live a long time. Perhaps long enough to see things change for the better,'' replied Bruce. ''They can trade places as much as they like.''

			"One more thing," Annette said, licking Bruce on his twitchy nose. "I want the car."

			Bruce's ears drooped. "What?"

			"The car, Bruce. The flying car your female counterpart owns? If we can duplicate the cavorite antigravity principle without actually ''needing'' any of the mineral, we'll be that much safer. Also, I want some of those... what did they call them? Smart clothes? HUD glasses? All of it!" her sadness had turned to that obsessive curiosity again.

			"Well, I don't know..." Bruce stammered. "I'd have to fly it here."

			"Well? What's stopping you?" she replied.

			"Okay, okay. I'll bring it as soon as we get back to Brooklyn," Bruce said sheepishly. He took a small phial out of his carry case. "Now, let's make a man out of you..."

			"Hold that thought." Annette motioned up the stairs that went to her bedroom. "Before I leave this body for the next few decades, I want one more thing from you. I want to be a woman one last time."

			"What? Oh..." he put the phial back into the case. His expression softened. Amorous pheromones started filling the room. "Of course. Of course. Please excuse us, Sara?"

			"No, that's quite all right," the doe replied quickly, feeling herself flush under her fur, all the way down to her shoulders. "You two, go have fun."

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JonBuck: /* Chapter 10 */

2008-03-02T04:31:02Z

Chapter 10

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	Sara and Fred spoke with one voice. "Not to speak out of turn, but... what on God's green Earth is going on?"		Sara and Fred spoke with one voice. "Not to speak out of turn, but... what on God's green Earth is going on?"

	"I believe this version of your partner is easier on the nose, and the eyes," Sloan continued. "Is that Sara or ~~Bruce~~ speaking?"		"I believe this version of your partner is easier on the nose, and the eyes," Sloan continued. "Is that Sara or Fred speaking?"

	"Both of us," they replied in astonishment. The doe licked her nose and sniffed. It wasn't just in the way he smelled, it was in his mannerisms. "Wait a second. You're a ''female'' badger!"		"Both of us," they replied in astonishment. The doe licked her nose and sniffed. It wasn't just in the way he smelled, it was in his mannerisms. "Wait a second. You're a ''female'' badger!"

JonBuck: Small addition, new chapter

2008-03-02T04:20:15Z

Small addition, new chapter

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	''Never you mind, Freddo.''		''Never you mind, Freddo.''

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			=Chapter 10=

			The badger's labortory was an old Revolutionary War fortification that had been used in the recent conflict, then abandoned almost as soon as it was over. It reeked of gunpowder and old musk, mixed with the newer tang of metal, coal, and acidic chemicals. Dr. Sloan had twin obsessions in electricity and cavorite. The flying steam car was merely the latest manifestation of this. Denton's horse was "parked" in a stall while the other two were put in more normal accommodations. The poor animals were skittish enough from the hiss of the steam.

			Even after some time as a doe, Fred just wasn't sure what to do with her hands. She stayed behind Denton and Bruce, nearer the hare than the sheep, taking the proper woman's place as Sloan led them into better-appointed living quarters. She detected Bruce's scent, even months old, in the room, as well as an unfamiliar female badger, almost unnoticeable under the overwhelming chemical and male badger musk.

			''I think this female nose is better,'' she thought.

			''Or it's the medical nannies fine-tuning your senses. But yes, I smell it too,'' Sara added. ''Here, let me in the driver's seat for a few minutes.''

			The two of them traded places. It was easier now, like they were riding a tandem bicycle and were simply switching who controlled the steering. It barely took a moment. Unlike her male counterpart, she knew what to do with her hands. She noticed Dr. Sloan watching them. "Your laboratory is filled with wonders, Doctor," she said.

			"Wonders that could make you and your investors quite wealthy, I might add," he replied, giving her a Look. Badgers were stocky and short. Sloan's masculine odor had few personal cues to it, and there was an odd undercurrent. "Shall we begin the negotiations, or would you prefer a meal first? I'm afraid my circumstances here force me to do my own cooking, so I put a stew on this morning."

			The dining room table had been set with silverware that had seen better days, but the room was decorated with what Sara could only call a feminine touch. Perhaps the female badger smell was from a seldom-used maid? But no, even though it was faint, it seemed fresh. She wondered if the others could smell it, too.

			"Oh, where are my manners?" Bruce said. "Dr. Sloan, this is my business partner's sister, Sara Granger."

			"You mentioned her in your missives, Bruce. My pleasure, lovely doe." He took her hand like a gentleman, and kissed the back of it, looking up into her eyes. The female badger odor got stronger, but only for a moment. Denton was more far interested in the various examples of gadgetry sitting around the room. The badger glanced in the bighorn's direction. "Just like a man to be more interested in machinery than the lady in the room, wouldn't you say?"

			Denton stood up straight and looked like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. "Forgive me, Miss Granger." He immediately walked over and pulled the dark-stained chair out from the table. "Allow me to make up for it."

			Sara chuckled to herself, her inner man snorting but not arguing with the point. She took her place and was pushed back in. "No offense taken, Mr. Denton."

			With the three supplicants sitting around the candle-lit table, Sloan walked back over to the fireplace, where the fragrant stew hung simmering. With his back turned to everyone, he spent the next few minutes ladling the food into bowls, then adding some boules of crusty bread. Simple fare, but after hours on horseback, the body Sara and Fred shared would eat a steak if it was the only thing available.

			Since he was closest, Denton was served first, then Sara, Bruce, then Sloan took his place at the head of the table. After a minute to say Grace, the four of them dug in.

			"Dr. Sloan, your insistence on fifteen percent is surely negotiable," Denton said after a half dozen spoonfuls.

			"Please, sir, I don't wish to discuss business while eating," Sloan replied firmly. "Finish your stew. Today's bread came out particularly fine."

			"You sound like my mother," Denton snorted. Then, oddly, he yawned.

			Sloan narrowed his eyes. "Go further in that direction and I'll insist on seventeen percent, sir."

			Denton yawned again, more widely, showing his ruminant dental machinery. It was the horns one should fear rather than his teeth. The middle-aged ram had a few chips in his half-curl of horns. To her astonishment, Bruce yawned as well, as if he was suddenly very tired. Denton blinked. "Oh dear. Forgive me, sir. I fine I'm suddenly very tired. Keeping that horse of mine fueled and running simply took more out of me than I thought."

			"Agreed," Bruce said. "Perhaps our host will allow us a brief nap before we begin negotiating in earnest?"

			Sloan nodded. "Yes, that would be fine. I have a duvet in the next room where you can rest, Mr. Denton. Follow me." He pushed his chair out and led the badger through the double doors. When he returned, he shut the doors behind him, then sighed in profound relief, slumping. "Oh my... oh God..."

			"You held out longer than I expected," Bruce said, rushing to Sloan's side. To Sara and Bruce's astonishment, the hare embraced him like a lover. "It won't be much longer, now."

			Sara and Fred spoke with one voice. "Not to speak out of turn, but... what on God's green Earth is going on?"

			"I believe this version of your partner is easier on the nose, and the eyes," Sloan continued. "Is that Sara or Bruce speaking?"

			"Both of us," they replied in astonishment. The doe licked her nose and sniffed. It wasn't just in the way he smelled, it was in his mannerisms. "Wait a second. You're a ''female'' badger!"

			"How long will Denton be out?" Bruce asked.

			"A good twelve hours. I wanted to make sure we could talk without being overheard. Now, we owe your partner--or should that be partners?--a detailed explanation."


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JonBuck: Sort key

2008-02-21T06:12:53Z

Sort key

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	{{WIP}} [[Category:Jon Buck]] [[Category:Transgender]] [[Category:Anthropomorphic]]		{{WIP}} [[Category:Jon Buck]] [[Category:Transgender]] [[Category:Anthropomorphic]] {{DEFAULTSORT:Forgotten Hotel}}

	{{author note\|This story is so far 56,000 words. I've inserted chapter breaks, but mainly for ease of reading online. There are some prototypical elements for Paradise in this story, in a 19th century way.}}		{{author note\|This story is so far 56,000 words. I've inserted chapter breaks, but mainly for ease of reading online. There are some prototypical elements for Paradise in this story, in a 19th century way.}}

JonBuck: New page: {{WIP}} Category:Jon Buck Category:Transgender Category:Anthropomorphic {{author note|This story is so far 56,000 words. I've inserted chapter breaks, but mainly for ease of ...

2008-02-21T06:10:47Z

New page: {{WIP}} Category:Jon Buck Category:Transgender Category:Anthropomorphic {{author note|This story is so far 56,000 words. I've inserted chapter breaks, but mainly for ease of ...

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