Maryanne Peters

The Editor

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The Editor
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

It was my fourth Marion Potter book and at the end I found my eyes full of tears. It was unusual for me because while I can be as emotional as the next man, I was editing. I was looking for spelling and grammar and inconsistencies. When you are doing that, it is usually hard to get caught up in the story. It should be just words. But they were words that I did not realize had caught me in their web and were now winding me up in silk.

Mother May I

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Mother May I
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

The word that could be used to describe my mother is that she was a "cougar." According to the dictionary "a middle-aged woman seeking a romantic relationship with a younger man." Although having said that, Jerome was older than the usual.

She had younger men before him, which is why she insisted on a "women only household when I have visitors."

The Big C

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I have published just a very short piece of whimsy today, from some of my older material which really ought to be up here as BC is my true home.

I have to confess that I have written nothing for a few weeks. I received the results of some tests last month and last week I was rushed into hospital for the removal of a large chunk of me. I am slowly recovering from that.

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Seed

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Seed
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Can such a thing happen? Can you be a normal heterosexual male, and in a moment become a cum-loving effeminate sissy? Or has the seed been inside me all along? I mean, the seed of womankind.

The seed that has grown inside me and burst through my outer skin to make me such a different creature. But it was his seed that started it. Howard was my roommate and an old family friend. He left it in a coffee mug on the bench. Who does that? Who jacks off into a mug and leaves it on the bench?

Indian Rapunzel

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Indian Rapunzel
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

My family are Hindu rather than Sikh but I knew Jasprit as another Indian boy attending our high school a year behind me. But because I took a year off for travel, we started college at the same time.

Niqab

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Niqab
A Short Story included in my Anthology "Romance and Other Battlefields"
By Maryanne Peters

Yaron said that it was the walk which gave the boy away, but as soon as I grabbed the arm of this niqab wearing “woman” I knew that something was wrong. It was not that it was a man’s arm underneath the black fabric – the arm was slim and soft – but it was trembling. I immediately placed my hand in the small of her back, and I felt the packages.

Best Wife

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Best Wife
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

I married my first wife when I was young. All my friends had paired off and had steady girlfriends, and she thought I was great, so I guess I was attracted to her for that reason. We did things with other couples, and as they got married the big question was when we were going to do it. She suggested a date and so I proposed. That was it.

Lonely

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Lonely
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

The cabin had been a place full of people when he was a boy. It had always been a place of joy. She never saw it that way, but she went with him because he loved the place so much. Now that she was gone it seemed that it was just empty.

Lucy - A True Story

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I am a bit surprised that there have been no comments on my recent story "Lucy".
I rushed a bit to publish this because when I was looking for images I discovered that there was that YouTube video and reference to the TV short, neither of which I knew about when I wrote this. I had assumed that this was a largely a forgotten piece of American history that had been excluded for inappropriate content ... but it is a great story. I hope that the TV item will be a dramatization of her speech to the court of which I have included a fragment.

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Lucy

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Lucy
A Short Story based on Historical Fact
By Maryanne Peters

My Mammy always said that I was more stubborn than a mule, so I always stayed away from mules. I won’t buy a fight if I don’t need it. But my folks knew soon enough that there was no winning an argument with their girl Lucy. Sure, I was born with something that did not belong, and without something that did, but nobody was going to tell me that I was a boy.

Promotional Advantage

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Promotional Advantage
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

John Dabney and I were army through and through. We had served three years each out of OCS. Both of us had chosen careers in logistics, but I found myself in a dead-end posting in personnel records in a well-known garrison in Kentucky. John was in the same camp but in another building complex working on engineering support.

Aunt Katherine

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Aunt Katherine
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

My mother’s aunt Katherine had always hated men. She had never married, and that had served her well. She thought that her sister had married badly – to a man of course. The wealth that they had inherited was frittered away by my grandparents, where she had kept hers and multiplied it many times.

“No man will ever get his hands on my money,” she would say. And she meant it.

Damsel in the Dress

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Damsel in This Dress
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I was one of those people who believed that I could handle everything, until one day I discovered that I could not handle anything at all.

It started with headaches. Initially they were the kind that you could pop a pill to put them aside, but then I got those head-splitting things that they call migraine attacks that force you to sit in a still, darkened room, to get any peace. It seemed as if it could not get worse, but it did.

Dear John

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Dear John
A Short Letter for John
By Maryanne Peters

Dear John,

When I first sat down to write this letter, I wanted to accuse you. I can always go back and make changes, and I have, but I wanted you to know how much you have confused and upset me. I mean that you have turned my life upside down.

Did you ever give any thought to my feelings?

I could have had a normal life. I could have a been a man. I could have had a family. Now I never can. Now I am just yours. Something for your amusement.

Plagiarism Allegations Again!

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Does anybody out there know a person with the handle Jdunn58? This person has recently filed a review of a book I published on Amazon and has clearly not read it.
"Just childish writing" ... OK. That's opinion. I can live with that.
"I know this author from Fictionmania...Never have you heard any one author toot their own horn about their work" ... OK. Probably not accurate, but I am not offended.
"...most every idea is taken from someone else" Hang on a minute. Which ideas? Which someone?

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Confronting

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Confronting
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

The story that I am telling is set in the year 2001 which is the year that my mother died, but it really starts much earlier than that, in the year 1969, which was the year before I was born. Earlier that year my mother had a miscarriage. My sister never lasted too much beyond conception, but my mother mourned her until the day she died.

Not What He Expected

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Not What He Expected
A Short Story from an Idea by Erin
By Maryanne Peters

The smell of sex was in the air. Their bodies were still sensitive from the moment. She nestled closer to him and reached across to feel his sloppy member as it subsided.

“I can’t be bought and sold like a cow,” she said. “Much less lost in a bet”.

Angel A

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Angel A
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I saw it in him almost immediately. Maybe it takes a sissy to know a sissy? Even if the poor child had no idea herself. Here was a boy who acted like a boy, but his inner voice was screaming: "I am a girl!" It seemed that I was the only one who heard it. Not even he himself.

251

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I was a little disappointed that so few responded to my request to compare the two stories I posted on the weekend and tell me which was the early one and which the more recent.
I still feel that I am very new to this fiction writing gig, although I am always writing for work and some of my colleagues accuse me of fiction.
I am just curious as to whether I am getting any better or falling away under the burden of prolificacy.
Maryanne

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New Plumbing

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New Plumbing
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

He sat down in the aisle seat. I was by the window. It was only a small plane so there was just the two of us.

I was on my home that evening. I had come straight from a meeting and I was in my best business suit. The skirt was fairly short and I had on nude pantyhose and a smart pair of heels. He admired my legs as he fastened his seat belt. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

250

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There is no count on stories on Big Closet by I think "Vengeance" was my 250th story posted here.
I need to be careful as over on that other site I have been attacked for blowing my own trumpet and flooding that site with my captioned image things.
But over here (with two exceptions being "AGD" and "All Grown Out" for reasons explained there) all my stories posted on Big Closet are full short stories, or maybe even somethings that qualify as a novelette.

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Vengeance

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Vengeance
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

My name was Michael Inders Moog. Actually it still is, but everyone calls me Mim. It’s my initials you see. I would have hated that when I was just Mike, but I am not Mike anymore. And I don’t use Moog either these days. It is such an awful name. Like a pig with horns and an udder. I have a better surname now – one that I love.

Michael Inders Moog was a successful lawyer. Perhaps successful by having the wrong clients – ruthless and dishonest Wall Street hyenas. He was not so proud of his work.

My Hero

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My Hero
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

It was that period in a hotel cocktail bar when all those who were going to dinner had gone, but before those returning might catch a night cap before going up. Drake was at the bar because he had nowhere to go. The attractive woman was a late arrival.

Story Management

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I write too much. I am not as attractive as I once was, I am overweight and I write too much. There - I have said it.
But the problem is that I am still doing it - voraciously.
Is there a story count mechanism on BC? Not that I need it. The number will be too many.
But then in responding to a message about "Kerry Cottage" I have discovered that a story that has appeared on Fictionmania has not been posted here! I will fix that, but it is distressing.
Does anybody know of any other full story appearing over there that is not here when it should be?

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The Girl He Would Not Be

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The Girl He Would Not Be
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

When you grow up with somebody you never really think about what they look like, until one day you just turn around and you see something you have never seen before.

Looking back, I can remember my mother talking to my father about Bruce, and saying: “Not just a good looking boy, but a pretty boy.”

Kerry Cottage

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Kerry Cottage
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

In that part of the West Coast of Ireland the bad weather can come at speed and without warning. He had asked the hotelier if it would rain and had received a typical twinkly-eyed Irish response.

“Well this is Ireland, so it will certainly rain. The only question is when, and where, and how much?”

The answers were here and now and a lot.

Attention: Readers of TG Fiction on Amazon

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Here is a call for help.
I am not a reader of TG fiction on Amazon, but I am a writer, and I have been in touch with Amazon regarding the curious categorizations employed in the LGBTQ area.
So, we have the various categories for Kindle E-books including "Romance", "Teen and Young Adult" and "LGBTQ+". Romance and TYA have a subcategory of LGBTQ+. LGBTQ has subcategories including Romance, Literature & Fiction, Erotica, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Mystery & Detective, Biographies & Memoirs, Comics, Manga & Graphic Novels etc.

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Visited

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Visited
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I will write this down but I will tell nobody. The world is full of lunatics and I will not be branded as one of them. Despite all of this I have made a place for myself and there is no room in that place for aliens or miraculous changes. But I record it because it must be recorded. The fact is that we have been visited. The fact is that an alien species has come to earth and interfered with humanity. I know, because it happened to me, or rather it happened to us.

The Abbot

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The Abbot
A Short Story based on Historical Fact
By Maryanne Peters

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I loved her and that is all that I can say. To me she was the very epitome of what a lady should be – beautiful, refined, intelligent and hungry for sex. So why was she a nun? Well, she was not a nun really, because she did not qualify to be one.

Bridge Construction

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Bridge Construction
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I work construction. I always hated the fact that my only real job skills were some of the manliest. I would lift lumber or cement and work power tools. Every day I would wake up and put on my construction clothes and tie my hair back into a low ponytail and put my company hardhat on. Even with pink cotton panties underneath I would feel awful. I just looked disgusting.

A Tear for Bunny

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A Tear for Bunny
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

She could not help it that she was pretty. I really should ay “he” if I am gonna tell the story, but somehow I just can’t. It just don’t seem right. But maybe I will start that way. The start is his story I guess.

His Mom never wanted him to be in a gang. She protected the kid, as any Mom would. He went to school. He walked through the Hood on his way – kept his head down. Men don’t notice kids until they get big, and maybe start to stare or give some lip.

Wrong Girl / Wrong Guy

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Wrong Girl / Wrong Guy
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

James was not a patient of mine. I could never offer a patient a job, let alone take a patient out to dinner, or make advances. That would cost me my licence. No, James was a friend. Well, maybe not a true friend, but we have known one another a long time. I have always known that he is a prick, and he has always known that I can be taken advantage of.

Witness Protection

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After a few protests at my tendency towards heterosexuality the comments on my story "Identity Specialist" suggested that more could be made of this, and perhaps I should open it to Big Closet writers for say the month of September?
Cheryl said - "I see potential for a new universe here. With Courtney telling more client stories and adventures".
Erin seems keen too, but I am not sure whether a prize will be offered.
Is there any interest?
Maryanne

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Picked Up

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Picked Up
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

It was a late model Corvette – electric blue. It pulled over close to the fountain and the passenger window whirred down.

“Are you Jake?” The question seemed wrong, but this was the redhead in the short black skirt and heels. She was examining her long hair and looked up to speak to him.

“Yes, I am. Who are you?” Her voice was incongruous. Masculine but not completely male.

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Identity Specialist

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Identity Specialist
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

My name is Courtney. I won’t give my second name. I work in a sensitive area. Plenty would like access to the information that I have. If I were to give it up people would die. Justice may not be done. I do important work. I turn men into women.

Butch

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Butch
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I always said that I needed violence. I said it then: There is nothing like another man’s blood on your knuckles to make you feel like a man. Or that moment when you know a stand-off is going to turn to blows. The adrenalin is surging in your blood as you imagine the sound of his face being crushed. Yours or theirs, it makes no difference. It’s the buzz I needed.

And I know why I needed it. Because I knew that deep down inside me, I was a girl. I fought that every day of my fucking life.

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