A story about a family with two boys aged 10 and 13, in which choice is a delusion and gender, an illusion. In Chapter 1, Maggie used her sexual wiles to "persuade" her husband Laird to let her transform Blair, his effeminate younger son, into the daughter she craves.

Part 2, Chapter 2 Pierre’s Choice

Dreaming of Cheers Standing Up to Life: Book 3 Part 17 of 23 by Tiffany Shar

Intro by Carla Ann

“Tiffany, I’ve asked you how everything is going with people and the activities you’re involved in, but you haven’t mentioned how you are coping with everything.” She emphasized the ‘you,’ when she asked that.

“Well, better than I was last year,” I started. “Way better than last year… I have a lot of friends now, and I’m not getting picked on every day.” I saw her eyes boring into me looking for something else. “Alright, I don’t know how I’m doing right now.” I told her honestly.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Well for one I’m really tired of everyone guessing I’m five if I wear the wrong clothes.” I told her hesitantly. I was sure my parents had filled her in with everything anyway, “Tuesday was pajama day. Mom and I had found some cute pajamas with feet on them that would fit Amy and me, so we wore them for pajama day. We really did look cute dressed like that, and I was having a lot of fun with it. That was until the sub in English class thought that I was someone’s little sister that had come them to school that day.”

I was really surprised Dr. Reynolds didn’t laugh about it, but I continued, “Then the next day the whole squad was wearing shortalls and our hair done in pigtails and I looked to be about five again. One of my best friends even brought a doll to school to play a joke on the sub that we’d had. I don’t think she knew that it really upset me though. I’m not five, I’m twelve! Amy has grown about five inches here in the last couple months, but I’m still the same height I was last year. It’s good for cheerleading stuff because people can toss me so easily… but…” I was doing my best to not go into tears over all of this. “as long as we’ve got my puberty stopped then I won’t be doing much growing. That’s all on top of the fact that I’m never going to be able to have periods like my friends… and I’m stuck with this stupid thing between my legs,” I told her with a great deal of exasperation. “I’m so tired of having to look at it, or hide it, every time I turn around. I know you can’t do anything about it till I’m eighteen – but I wish it could be gone now!” I had gone to tears now.

Post Op Blues

Last month, I felt a strange urge to write new, TG words to an old song. Maybe my subconscious was responding to the stories and poems based on songs that many authors posted several months ago. Sometimes I'm just very slow. 8)

I made up the "punch line" for this song a long time ago, but, I'm sure, not before I was post op!

I included the lyrics for the original song; some might be interested.

It was closing time @ Housing Transitions Program. I just walked out the door with my friend Lori and we were talking about the puzzle we were working on. Suddenly a blast happened and I went flying. I Hit the building and I looked up and saw a steel beam land on my leg. I screamed and I saw my twin sister came running. Then it just went black. Meanwhile the starship Omega was in orbit watching the action. The away team just beamed up and Captain Sisko just gave helm their next detestation then Paris says “Captain I am detecting an anomaly on the planets surface. And I detect two human life forms coming out of the anomaly!” Paris tells the captain “Looks like our business isn't done here yet. Captain Sisko told Dax to have a away team sent to the surface. Dax tells Worf to come with him and he hit his com badge and said Dax to EMH “Meet me in transporter room 3.” EMH was talking to Seven of Nine when they got to Transporter 3. EMH and Seven of Nine entered and Dax Said, “Two human life signs had just come out of the anomaly. They may be injured and need medical attention. Dax And Worf was already there. “Phasers on stun “, Dax said. “Energize!”