The Rioter’s Tale.
By Angharad.

I walked past the bridal shop every day. The woman who owned it changed the display every second week–possibly to prevent exposure to sunlight of the dresses inside. I stopped and looked in the window and drooled each time I went past. I just love wedding dresses and these were some to die for, not that I’d ever wear one. First, they were worth hundreds if not thousands of pounds; second, I’m not even in a relationship let alone engaged to be married; third, my birth certificate says boy.

Holy Moses.
By Angharad.

ה לֹא-יִהְיֶה כְלִי-גֶבֶר עַל-אִשָּׁה, וְלֹא-יִלְבַּשׁ גֶּבֶר שִׂמְלַת אִשָּׁה: כִּי תוֹעֲבַת יְהוָה אֱלֹהֶיךָ, כָּל-עֹשֵׂה אֵלֶּה. {פ}

5 A woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman's garment; for whosoever doeth these things is an abomination unto the LORD thy God.
Deuteronomy 22.5 (Wiki)

Playground Matters.
By Angharad.

Tina’s results in school had been less than her usual average for some months. This was her third school in the past twelve months. Her parents were worried, the teachers were concerned. Something was going on but what?

Cerys Evans–her with the strange accent–had taken to the new girl almost immediately, and Tina had responded–at least to begin with–now she tended to avoid the young teacher.