A boy is convinced and blackmailed into agreeing to go to school as a girl and try out for the girls cheer squad. Its one of the favorite TG fiction themes that almost every TG writer has to try at least once.I think its a law.
I tried to ground it in some reality and I think its still silly. I guess if one tries the 'boy tries out for a cheer squad as a girl' Reality goes out the window. Unless one wants to use a actual TG theme and has him transition. But then hes just another girl. I dont really want that. So fine, this is still going to be a fun story to write. Goodbye reality.

Only thirty-five thousand people on a whole world! George hadn’t thought it through, but one thing was crystal clear to his intelligent, albeit informally educated, mind, there had to be plenty of opportunities for him to pursue his passion, and he doubted any would even care. No keepers, wrathful farmers or water bailiffs to be avoided here. Maybe he could have a shotgun.

Steady progress is being made by drug addicted Angela to wards a cure while Olivia and Lola continue living at Bab's canalside cottage with police protection.

P.S. I've noticed that comments seem to be falling off right accross the board on Big Closet.

Comments are the life blood that supports motivation for many authors on this site. Might I respectfully ask that readers are more forthcoming with comments. Authers often find the feedback helps their creativity.

Early in July, men started dying from what we were telt was a virus and there was no cure or immunisation. Men died, boys died, baby boys died, even baby boys in the womb were still born. It was happening all over the country. Then we heard it was all over Europe too, and within a fortnight there wasn’t anywhere on the globe unaffected.

Summer With Em - Chapter 34 Final

By Julie D Cole

Our conversation was interrupted before I had chance to ask what Frankie meant by a call from Em. I couldn’t ignore it since she had been so kind to me even if I’d been annoyed by the conversation with her and mum.

Title track: Time Machine By Joe Satriani

flashback

Hate was too costly an emotion for a hunter to expended on his prey. Hate could make you make mistakes, costly mistakes.

Olivia and Lola find themselves getting more involved with the police and the rape gangs and begin to realise why they are in so much danger.

How “the game” began.

By the time their ‘game’ began neither boy could remember how today’s events came to be. Was it a Truth or Dare consequence; a lost video game contest? The truth is they both WANTED to play their ‘game’. An excuse would let them justify doing what they wanted to do anyway – wear panties, apply and wear makeup. The motto of their game was “Whatever you do to me I get to do to you.” It seemed fair.

Olivia gets drawn into helping the police further to nail the rape gangs while helping get her best friend Angela off her enforced addiction to drugs

Howdy everyone!!!!
It's been ages since Zoe or I posted a story here, but here you go Chapter 1 of From the streets, you can read ahead by far on our Patreon, enjoy!!!

-Ashleigh and Zoe

As embarrassing as it was, that incident pretty much put a stop to the girls in P.E. grumbling about me changing and showering with them.

Jessie was sitting on Peyton’s shoulder watching the new people work out, under Larka’s instructions. The fellow named Baloo was having a hard time with the exercise. The elf lady Riveraka was having a hard time, but she was doing better than the Bearman. The one that uses to be named Bruce was now using the name Caspin.

I hadn't intended on making a sequel. But the characters had more to say.

"Marvin Vining, please report to the school office."

The sycophant and his friends snickered. A few people, those who have been tutored by Marvin, looked sympathetic. Most didn't seem to care one way or the other.

Marvin stopped by his locker and stashed his backpack. He took his phone out of the locker, sent a text, and slipped it into his pocket.

“Okay, then,” I say to myself, before taking a deep breath and walking through the front door of the large, imposing building. For the first time in two years, I’m entering a place of education that’s based in London- only unlike that last time, I’m doing so on my own terms.

This is a Trust Machines story. If you're not familiar with them, you aren't likely to understand this one. It is a short-short, so there is no development of the background.

There is a discussion of the Trust Machines universe in the parent organizer of this story. (Click [up] at the bottom of this story.)

The Trust Machine universe is discussed here: https://www.deviantart.com/trust-machines

Nobody would likely note the three high school boys that were walking down the sidewalk. The boy on the left was rather large, well over six feet and quite stocky. He was walking with a cocky swagger, and had a cruel smile on his face.

“There are no stories that old, Father!”

“Indeed not many, Naomi, but there are some. Most are not told often, for many are incomplete, some just fragments, and often they disagree with each other. One of the most popular girls’ names for centuries has been Scowla, so would you like to hear of Our Lady of Niok and how Saint Scowla was visited by her with the passion in front of thousands and viewed by millions?”