Caught and convicted: “My name is Jenny now and because I was a good girl I now have the tits and State ID card to prove it.”

It's amazing what young men will do in order to NOT get committed to a hard core men's prison.

Days 1 – 14 = Pre-trial intake; the process begins

All detainees had (allegedly) committed crimes and affronts against women and had been sentenced to indeterminate sentences in a special prison diversion program to atone for the crimes caused by our toxic testosterone fueled ways.

Things begin to fall into place for Jane, in her investigations and in her personal life too.

-15- 
Greensleeves & The Maid that Sold her Barley

Miles lugged his suitcase through the streets as he headed towards his new residence. He didn’t pack much, but having to walk a mile carrying his luggage was excruciating. If only he had his car, except it was unable to start and is in need of maintenance. The bus had to do for now, where the closest stop was off-campus and very inconvenient.

My Old Man
A Vignette from a borrowed image
By Maryanne Peters

It doesn’t seem to be used so much these days – not since Joni Mitchell saw him taken away in the big yellow taxi, but it seems right to call him that. He is old and he is a man, and I am neither of those. And he is mine, I suppose. I am definitely his.

Three wishes from a Genie seemed like a dream come true. But a poor choice of words may leave a young man with more than what he bargained for.

I sigh as the loud, impersonal buzzer wakes me from a dreamless sleep. After staring at the blank ceiling for a few moments, I sigh again before getting out of bed, pulling on my slippers and my dressing gown before padding down the corridor to the sterile white bathroom, relieving myself before heading toward the dining room for breakfast. This has been my routine for almost four weeks now, and every day I walk down these halls it reminds me or why I’m in this place- it reminds me of my failure.

The Other Side of Me - Part 23
by Limbo's Mistress

“I can’t believe you have cameras recording everything in here.”

Jackson looked over at me and shrugged. “It started off just as a safety precaution. I mean, what if I accidentally turned Charlie into a cat or something and then dropped over dead? At least that way there would be a record of the incident. Someone might be able to undo the changes.”

I gave him a curious, slightly concerned look. “Did actually you turn her into a cat?”

Everybody Needs a Little Drama
by Sabrina G. Langton

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Authors note: So... I have been writing fiction for over a year now (started April 2021) on other sites of course, phew, and this one was originally just for me, something to read through at night with a half a bottle of Merlot, but things change... It started out as a short little story about a crossdresser with low self-esteem and turned into so much more. Four people who always pay it forward, four people we can all use in our own lives. I hope YOU like it.' And thank you for a wonderful year... or more...

Chapter 3 “Monkeying Around”

The following morning there was a table for four and they sat to eat a solid breakfast. Jasmin was still on a high after last night and hoped that there would be other evenings where the two of them could grace the stage. Shelly wasn’t so sure, thinking that every moment was already mapped out and that last night had been a one-off.

Bev and Jamie take another space trip to avoid being intercepted or found.

Jane begins to learn more about what it means to be a girl. She gets something to start her off in her quest to solve the source of the information leak.

Phyllis was cynical, perhaps with good reason, and considered the delegates and deliverers of the course to be a typical, left wing bunch with a disproportionate number of non whites, non binaries and generally professed anti establishment pedants, despite most being paid good, upper middle class salaries by the establishment which they were in truth pillars of. ‘Ah well,’ she’d thought, ‘It’s good to know that hypocrisy is still alive and kicking at all levels.’