Genesis' first day at the internship was Monday, January 22, 2024. After school got out, Ramona gave her a lift right from the school to the Pride Laboratories building. The building was located at the edge of the city, right where the freeway went out into the countryside. It was two stories high, with two smokestacks sticking out of the top and a billboard sign with a big rainbow on it.

"Wow," Genesis said when she saw it. "That's...some building."

"Yeah," Ramona agreed.

Battles of the Sexes

The estrangement between men and women that had been becoming a deeper and deeper divide for over a century became a matter of hate to many if not most.

So why am I so into transgender literature? Why does it fascinate me? I remember the exact day that it started. It was 1988. I was a thirteen-year-old eighth grader. Those were rough times. I was not an athlete, not strong, not cool, and desperate to fit in. In the eighties, bullying was kind of a joke, a punch line. Boys were expected to not only enjoy sports, but to excel at them. We were expected to be tough and be cool. We were expected to fight.

Something Borrowed
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

That is my sister Amelia. You can probably see the family likeness. And that is me – dressed as a bride. And looking at Amelia in this photo it now seems pretty clear to me that this was what she wanted all along, although maybe not dressed this way.

I was just cleaning one of the bunkhouse toilets when the shout came via my mobile.

‘Pick up Glan Dena soon as’

“Dad! Got a call-out! Gotta go!”

He nodded, passing me my grab-sack and lid, the gloves sitting inside.

“At least it’s a decent day for it, love. Any idea where?”

“No, just get to the hut and meet up. Get briefed there, I assume”

"She just had to leave me all this stuff, didn't she?" the well-dressed man sighed. He was standing before a big pile of boxes that had been inadvertently bequeathed to him.

As Mir'tan and I rose from our slumber, the tranquility of the night gave way to the urgency of the day ahead. Despite the unsettling revelations regarding Dr. Lin, I felt a sense of determination coursing through my veins, ready to face whatever challenges awaited us.

The sudden announcement over the coms jolted us into action, the distress call from the Alliance Fleet troop transport demanding our immediate attention. Mir'tan's decisive response echoed in the room, her eyes meeting mine as she issued orders to prepare for battle.

Right in the middle of playing a game, Nathan heard his phone vibrate. Annoyed, he paused and picked it up, going straight to his texts.

He saw a message from Kate.

“Hi, just wanted to check in.” It said.

He put his phone up to his chest, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply. He forgot the last time he received a message from her. From what he remembered, she hadn’t tried to talk to him since…

He shook his head. No, he didn’t want to think about that.

He brought his phone back out, opening his eyes and staring down at the message as if entranced.

He's got a brand new job working maintenance for a beauty salon. But with his long hair, feminine features, and gentle demeanor, maybe Alex can be of use in other ways...

After quitting his horrible job at a hardware store, Alex is free but aimless. To cheer him up, his older sister, Grace, surprises him with a pick-me-up trip to the salon for a much-needed haircut. Though what was only meant to be a simple trim results in an unexpected job offer as the salon's new in-house maintenance man. Alex must adjust to his new job surrounded by constant feminine energy, all while crushing hard on the salon's cute, young owner -- and her insistence that he test out some of their services...

This ~60,000-word, 243-page gradual feminization novel is about identity, experimentation, and the ups and downs of discovering a new side of yourself. Full book available now on Amazon for purchase or free with Kindle Unlimited!

Hope y'all like it :)

-Jennifer

I’d had a hankering to see the “family estate,” even though I’d promised Father that I’d stay away. Well . . . especially because I’d made that promise, and I knew how deeply furious he would be when I cheerfully broke it. He had no sense of humor at all, and even less where his family was concerned. What better way to get his goat?

This is an expanded version of a story I posted a few weeks ago. It incorporates suggestions from two of the finest writers on BCTS, Angela Rasch and Emma Anne Tate who have helped me to improve it.

On his first day of high school, Ivan meets a very special girl while running late. Fiona, the 10 year old wearing the high school uniform, sets Ivan's world on its head, for better or worse.

“And… we’re fine,” Jamie said as she showed her husband the two test strips they had prepared twenty minutes earlier. “I’m not sure that my make-up is from how much sneezing I did after shoving that thing up my nose, though…”

“GIRL,” Stuart teased his wife, who giggled and stuck her tongue out at him before checking her make-up in the mirror one more time. “Though I’m not going to miss covid tests either, heh. Assuming we ever get to the point where missing them is an option. Hard to believe it’s already been a year since the first lockdown.”

Chapter 1

I was told that when you reach the end of your tether, you either fall off in despair or start climbing back in hope. My slide on the tether started the day my wife, Zena, came home early to find me in my office, slaving over a spreadsheet, dressed in a slim skirt, lacy blouse, stockings, heels and fully made-up under a strawberry-blonde wig.

Enigma

Dedicated to the memory of Nex Benedict (Jan 11, 2008-Feb 8, 2024)

R.I.P. Nex

I heard you talk across the room
You spoke your personal kind of tune
You and your friend were sitting paired
But other students simply stared
They stood apart and uttered jibes
You simply weren’t part of their tribe.
The teacher saw you from the front
But was too frozen to confront
…

Junior
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

I am attaching an image of me with your son, Satchell Willis Junior. I know that you had different plans for him. I know that you wanted him to pass on that ridiculous name down to another generation of self-entitled assholes, so I hope that you will get the message that it is not going to happen.

Rule 3: Accessorize to guide the eye.

As the next phase of their training commenced, Alex and her sisters found themselves immersed in the world of accessories once more. This time, however, the focus shifted from simply wearing accessories to understanding the significance behind each choice and even designing their own styles.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

I got up, ready to change as usual - except I remembered today was going to be nothing like usual. I sat on the bucket with my penis aimed inside, and let loose. It went as normal, except that my pee was filling up the bucket rather than the tub. I felt my limbs start to shrink and I think I felt the splash as my torso fell into the bucket just before I lost consciousness.