For All the Pearls in the World

by: Shalimar

The story of Mark/Marcy. This is a CD story that's not a CD story, a transition story that's not a transition story, a love story that's not a love story, a body swap story that's not a body swap story. Now that you are totally confused and intrigued read:

At the Transgender Writers Convention: The Price of War

by shalimar

This was posted at Fictionmania as "At the Fictionmania Convention II: The Price of War"

This story is dedicated to all veterans who ever saw action.

It is posted in honor of the meeting of transgender fiction writers occuring on 2 April 2011.

Note: use of the Professor's Ovid "gods" with premission.

Out of the mouths of babes...

I remember playing with several girls in my neighborhood when one of the girls decided that we were going to play dress-up in adult clothes.

She went to get several clothes from her parents. I remember coming back with a suit and tie and man's oxford shoes. She also had several dresses and high heel shoes from her mother. I remember being attracted to the woman's clothes, especially the high heels. They were so beautiful.

by: Lesley Renee Charles

Part One - Preschool Years

I was born on Sunday, September 26, 1965 in Somerville, New Jersey. The first three years of my life were uneventful. Around the age of three, I realized that I would grow up to be female. I had no idea of the different plumbing of the sexes at the time so I just knew I would grow up to be a woman.

Hero?

by Wren Phoenix

Brian Sullivan was ready for Christmas. He had been lobbying Mom for a new, ten speed bike to replace his old 20-inch kids’ bike. Heck, he was almost 9 already! It was time to get a lightweight, the kind his friends had!

Author's note This is as true a version of my abuse as I can produce. I have removed some of what happened to me so it was readable, but it is still going to be tough for some people. Please consider your own state of mind before reading, as it may trigger.

I am 9 years old

Christmas was Jimmy’s least favorite holiday. Last Christmas, his parent’s had been killed in an auto accident, and this one wasn’t shaping up to be much better. His beloved grandfather was in the hospital, and Grandma Hazel had taken time to explain that Papa Max was very old, and it might be time to go home to heaven. Everyone else in class was happily getting ready for the school play, or decorating the class for the holiday season.

Merritt loves dolls and pretty dresses, but soon he will begin school. A story about a lovely boy and his mother, and his upbringing as a little girl