Maggie the Kitten is a close personal friend I've met on seven occasions. I hope to meet her many more times, despite our living almost 2,000 miles apart.
I do not know how many of the stories posted here have as much of the author in them as her stories.
I edit or have edited for more than 30 authors here, and none of them come close, though there are authors I do not edit for that do.

Many of them have really wrenched at me, because I see so much of her and many of my other friends in them.
This one more than any, reveals the inner being of someone who is both a transperson, AND a Little Girl inside, the Maggie I know.

Please,
read Eight Minutes, and Maggie's TGIF, http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/story/3592/tgif
and maybe you will come to understand this tiny part of our small community better.
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Once again, the David Weber quotation below, that I use in my open comments, seems very apt.
One of my biggest regrets is that I cannot give any of my Little Kids this one last great gift, even of I had millions of dollars.
It hurts me inside, but it is a regret I choose to keep.

It’s not given to anyone to have no regrets; only to decide, through the choices we make, which regrets we’ll have,
David Weber — In Fury Born
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I posted this as a blog, rather than a story comment, because too many in our community do not understand Little Kids, and even refuse to read stories that have a category that hints that the protagonist is underage.
I thought that maybe as a blog, I could get your attention and get you to read at least this one story.
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I've always known I was Holly, but grew up in an era where there was less than 1% as much knowledge about transgender as we have now, and none of it was available to the general public. For most of my life, I more or less successfully managed to keep Holly out of public view.

As I began to discover some of this knowledge, well past the age of 50, I was first attracted to Maggie's stories by the openness of her stories, which reveal the true angst we have been forced to go through. Too many stories, even if they show the physical and/or mental abuse so many of us have undergone, do not reveal the inner being of the person under this stress as well as hers.

She tries to make them all sweetness and light, but the darker side shows through.
Her stories do not paint the relatively easy path of many, then end in a rush, "... and then I had my surgery, met this wonderful guy, and we lived happily ever after", in the last few paragraphs.

When I got to know Maggie, I began to really know myself better than I ever had before. She is not the only one who helped me, but I learned more about myself from her than anyone else. But thank you all. You know who you are
Maggie, thank you for being yourself ... and I am, like Denice, sorry I cannot give you the gift you desire more than anything else.

( and thank you too, Maggie, for giving me the name I now go by more and more of the time.)

Holly Happy Hart