I’m not full grown yet, I’ll grant you that. And perhaps, technically speaking I am currently female. But why do people have to keep constantly insulting me by calling me a young lady… what did I ever do to them?

Jem…Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Sometimes there’s no sleep like falling into an emotionally exhausted sleep. I remember Rayne holding me tightly and her singing me to sleep because I’d asked her to. But she’s not there when I’m waking up but her side of the bed is still warm.

We made love last night and I was….well I was very unsure if her and me and being together like her and Jason would be was a good idea. Thinking back on it I was scared of it but I didn’t want to disappoint her and we went with it.

Bad idea and good idea both at the same time.

mo' money mo' problems.

Wild Magic 50

Back to school. I’ve never really minded going back, to tell you the truth. Okay, that first day after my change was hard, but the usual back to school stuff? No problem. I get to see friends I haven’t seen in months. I meet my new teachers, see who I’ll be in class with, that kind of thing. In a way, it’s the restart of my social life. This year, though, is different.

Welcome home Jessica Scott…

Some days it’s just not worth it to drag yourself out of bed.

Kit and Kin   by poetheather

 
Takeshi Saito was a quiet student who kept his head down in Ravenscrest High School trying to get along. But strange things happen in this small town and the spotlight finds those who would rather hide. So Takeshi finds himself pulled from his happy geek corner to somewhere else, somewhere he is not sure of.

The time has come for all those gathered at Castle Dekarran to make their various ways home, and for Garia that means other partings... which hit her harder than she expects. With the departure of the royal party it is also time to put her own plans into effect, but a face from the past causes an unexpected surprise.

This is a drabble (100 word story) about someone who's run away from home.

Coming Home
Copyright 2012 by Heather Rose Brown
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Princess For Hire: The Second Semester
By Melanie E.

Part 8: The Littlest Princess

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-22-

I had thought my experiences in the Princess Program had prepared me for anything.

I had thought that, surely, there was nothing that could challenge a mind that had wrapped itself around the concept of gender being mutable.

I was wrong.

Jem…Chapter 63

Chapter 63

We settle down and I slip to the kitchen for some bottles of water and cans of apple juice, Dad always has it on hand that or tomato I’m okay with either but orange is my favorite.

I check up on the roast and it’s cooking away nicely everything else can wait…the real trick I’ve always seen on TV for a roast like this is sear it and get a crust onto it and then cook it long and slow so it’s juicy and tender. It’s just starting to change smells from the smoke and meat to roasting smoke kissed meat.

I grin at it. This is my first really big roast just like last time was my first big turkey that I’ve cooked. And there is a really feminine pride at me doing this now that I’m able to recognize it.

I microwave us two bags of popcorn too and head back down to the room and they’re all talking tuning again and playing around with words and riffs. Rayne has out this old toddlers chalk board that Dad had put here for us to use and she’s writing sheet music for the girls to play and try out.

Jem…Chapter 62

Chapter 62

The mood is a lot lighter with the four of us since Billy and the guys had taken off to make things right with those two guys. I feel like there’s been a weight taken off of me and I can see how happy Brooklyn is.

When she was over there mixing paint with Uncle Mitch I swear she was almost giving off that vibe of nothing good that happens to me ever lasts.

I kind of can really get behind that feeling. My life back when I was Jason was just so much like one hit after another sometimes.

Well I hope you know me well enough by now that you have figured out I wasn’t going to take THAT without putting up a fight.

Part 35

There are some who say that I got what was coming to me, and hell, some of those people are me. But back then I sure didn’t think so, nor did I have any real expectation that it would all work out for the best. There was a time or three I even contemplated filling out my discharge papers with a 9mm. But smarter people than me restricted my access to firearms so I’m still alive to tell you my tale. A story of hubris and honor, duty and desire, true love and epic hate and this is the way it all started…

One Word and One Year, by Karin Bishop

Part 8

Chapter 17: At the Pool, One Year and An Hour Later