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One Summer's Day- Part III

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One Summer’s Day, part III
By- G.K.S

Chapter Three: Operator, Can you Help Me, Help me if you Please…

“Give me the right area code, and the number that I need.”

Hearing my mother on the phone I looked up from where I was building a sand castle with Heather. Penny was sitting sullenly as far away as she could and still remain on my mother’s beach towel.

One Summer's Day- Part II

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Bikini Beach: One Summer’s Day
By: G.K.S

Chapter 2: The Not-So-Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Dashing across the hot pavement with Heather in tow, I made my way towards the office just outside the park. My mother kept up with us easily and kept a ways behind us, not wanting to smother us out. Nevertheless, she knew she needed to be within visual range just for safety reasons obviously. We were too small to protect ourselves if someone tried to abduct us or hurt us.

One Summer's Day- Part I

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One Summer's Day- Part I
By- G.K.S

Chapter 1- One Summer Afternoon

My parents were yelling again. I didn’t know whether I wanted to go up and check to see what was going on. No doubt my Dad was being emotionally abusive to my mother. The last time they got in an argument, he smashed her hand in a door on 'accident'. I’ve hated him for that ever since…I think he’s a overgrown boy with a temper, a real selfish sort of tyrant.

The Green Fog~12

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We stayed the night and I was almost comforted by being in familiar surroundings–but not quite, because I was wondering if our guess had been right. Were Auntie Betty and Uncle Archie across the water in Dunoon or had they been caught out in the fog, like so many others?

Angel

The Sissy Farm 2

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Chapter 2 describes Michael's being 'discovered' and the ensuing consequenses.

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Chapter 2 The Sissy Farm.

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Now I had received another call for assistance from Aunty Bev.

The Sissy Farm 1

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This is the first chapter of 'The sissy farm.
It's been sitting for years on fictionmania so many might have read it before. Still it's a nice story. If you like sissydom; that is.

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Sissy Farm
Chapter 1

The Sissy Farm. Part 1.

List of Characters.

Me. Michael. A natural sissy

Aunty Beverly My mother’s sister. (Who adopted me aged 10.)

Janice. My Younger Sister.

If The Shoe Fits... Ch. 3

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“Lara, I don’t see any shorts?” Lara looked at me like I was stupid.

“That’s be-cause. It’s a dr-esssss.”

I didn’t know a lot about kids but I did know that boys didn’t wear dresses, although I think when I was really small my mother may have had me in them until I got too old.

“I can’t wear a dress!” This seemed like a logical argument to me.

“Sure ya can. You’re wearing one now. Duh?”

The Green Fog~10

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‘Everyone down on the floor,’ I ordered as I looked in the large mirrors and reversed with considerable difficulty.

It was easier said than done backing up the bus like that, with bullets whizzing all around–it was so flaming big! Luckily, the people firing at us were rotten shots and I managed to get out of the line of fire before getting pranged.

As soon as I could, I stopped, gently nudging a red telephone box, but considering everything it wasn’t a bad effort.

Angel

Ovid 18: The SEALs

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Ovid
Ovid XVIII: The SEALs

by The Professor (circa 2004)

Ovid’s security has been breached!
A team of SEALs is tasked with discovering Ovid’s secrets,
but are they a match for The Judge?

Ovid 17: The Talking Head

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Ovid XVII: The Talking Head

by The Professor (circa 2004)

A television anchorman will risk anything
to become a network correspondent–
but the risk is greater than he ever imagined.

Ovid

Martina's Story 1

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It's best if any new readers find this story, to have read 'Skipper!' first.
This story explores the progress of one of the four girls in Skipper, namely Sian's transgendered child who, whilst born with male plumbing, has not yet determined what gender she is, though she presents as a female.
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Martina’s Story.

List of Characters.

Myself. Martina, A sexually dysphoric child whose sexuality has not

The Green Fog~9

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I gripped the handle of the umbrella tightly. Eve held on to Nicola by the shoulders. Ben looked alert and ready to pounce. Jeanie was terrified–

She opened the door with a rush–

I raised the umbrella, ready to brain whoever was outside––

Angel

The Green Fog~8

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‘Quick, Jeanie,’ I shouted. ‘Oxygen!’

We all rushed to the back, almost trampling over one another in the desperate hurry to get to the oxygen cylinders. As we put the masks on, I looked over my shoulder feverishly at the green fog advancing ever closer.

Angel

TransBike-0-Dapper Gentleman Genesis

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TransBike-0-Dapper Gentleman Genesis

By Stanman63
Thanks To JennaFL For Proofing And Nora Adrienne for editing!

Synopsis:Where did the Dapper Gentleman and the TransBike come from/ Here is the answer.

Ovid 14: The Band

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Ovid
Ovid XIV: The Band

by The Professor (circa 2002)

A down-on-its-luck band finds itself in Ovid
and The Judge has to handle them on an emergency basis.

My Life Transgendered

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Let me begin by saying that this life is not a game. It has nothing to do with sexual orientation or heterosexual crossdressing. It is about finding happiness and peace within myself. I am a woman who was born into the body of a male. I know many people will say that that notion is totally off the wall, but it is true. The majority of the population can look in the mirror and know without a doubt that they are male or female.The underlying myth that prevails is that external sex organs are the only way to tell whether someone is male or female.This assumption is false.

Spring

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Spring
by Barbara Lynn Terry

I was five years old in the winter of 1953-1954. I remember that Christmas and Easter very well. It was just like every other Christmas and Easter, but this year, something was about to happen that I had only prayed about.

Let me take you back to just after Thanksgiving, 1953, and the start of the Christmas shopping season.

Part I - Ronnie is not a happy boy.

Bedtime Story - 2

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A Bedtime Story - 2

By: Annette MacGregor

This is a continuation of Bedtime Story Several people asked for more, but that's not why this was written. The little bit there got me thinking. And, I figured I might try putting together a more complete story, that explains how that story came to be. This is the beginning of that effort. Some parts will be light and happy, but I fear some will be darker. I hope you enjoy.

Ovid 10: The Academician

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Ovid
Ovid X: The Academician

by The Professor (circa 2000)

Noted archaeological professor Thomas Winslow has uncovered what may be one of the greatest historical findings of all time. But when the tabloid press runs a sensational story about his findings, the good professor finds himself on the hot seat with his university. Forced to drive across country to defend his findings, a winter storm forces Professor Winslow to take a route through the small town of Ovid, and that causes him to see history in a whole new light.

So, Here I Am - Chapter 2

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So, Here I Am
by Hilltopper

CHAPTER 2

I started first grade with some trepidation. All during kindergarten, I had been treated more or less as a girl. Our grade school went from first to sixth grade. That meant there would be a lot of boys much older than me. This could be bad if they perceived me to be less than a boy. I reasoned that I needed to try to be a better boy.

So, Here I am - Chapter 1

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SO, HERE I AM
by Hilltopper

PROLOGUE

Yes, here I am, 62 years old and waiting in my hospital bed to be prepped for SRS. WOW! I can not believe it is here. It has been a long struggle; a journey with lots of ups and downs. Mary, my spouse, is here with me, dozing in the chair beside me. If someone had told me that I would be at this point even a year ago, I would have laughed at them or maybe cried. But, here it is. I think that I hear the nurse coming.

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