Maisie cut me off. "Listen to me. I know that Ida seems like a nice person. Maybe she is nice to you and your mother... and to everyone else on earth except me." At this point, Maisie was fighting back tears. She dropped the wrench, balled her fists, and swore. "I'm NOT going to cry...," she said, gritting her teeth.

"Maisie, you're *not* fat," I told her. "You've never been fat. You're never going to BE fat. You're so not fat that you, uh, that you..." I didn't know how to finish, but it didn't matter. Her face had changed, and she was furious.

Tragedy of the Spirit Part 22 Hope Eternal

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Maisie asked, "Why do you go to therapy? I know why I go — I've been screwed over by my parents. But why do you go? There's nothing wrong with you. Is there?"

"Uh, it's kind of personal," I replied.

Tragedy of the Spirit Part 21 DEJA VU

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Life was always and has never been kind to me. If I could turn the clock back in time I guess I would wish I was never born.

by Phantasi Boi

Intro: Here’s chapter 4 of my 1st attempt at a serial. As always I welcome comments be they praise or criticism. Please don’t be angry if I get any facts wrong regarding gender issues, it is only a story, besides the characters themselves could be getting it wrong rather than me. Feel free to point out any errors I make though.

They hadn’t noticed Nadine walk back in; she heard this last comment despite the fact they were talking quietly.

“Erm, no not at all, we were just talking about someone else.”

Now that he knows all about Gaby, it's time for Keith to write his article. But how will he do it? And what will happen?

Chris lands himself in trouble at school while his parents are away. His sister devises a suitable punishment for him, agreed to by the school.

This is my first post to BigCloset, and my first in several years. The story is several years old but never seen online in this form until now. It is inteded to end how it does, open and leaving leaving the reader wondering what comes next. Use your imagination! ~.^ -- SD

Alex Rios, snobbish highschool intellectual, begins his awkward transition through a relationship with a beautiful Latina friend. But their feminine idyll ends horribly when they are caught by her old boyfriend Miguel...

This story is purely fictional and meant for adult audiences only! All resemblance to actual persons is coincidental. It contains graphic sex and forcible rape described in first person narration by its transgendered, teenage protagonist. If you are not an adult, or if you find this type of material offensive, please stop reading. You have been warned of the content. If you proceed neither the author nor the site host will be held responsible! A previous version of Chapter 1 (titled "The Biggest Lie") was originally posted to Fictionmania on January 6, 2002. Chapter 2 carries on our heroine's adventures and transformation.

TRAGEDY OF THE SPIRIT PART 20 MOTHER
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"I guess I didn't think about it because there weren't any boys around."

"Oh, my," Maisie commented. "Aren't you a woman of the world!"

Synopsis: Sometimes you find yourself saying the wrong thing, at the wrong time for the wrong reason. Sometimes you aren't the only one.

TRAGEDY OF THE SPIRIT PART 19 FATHERS THOUGHTS

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Tragedy of the Spirit Part 18 Birthday, Friends and School for the Summer.

The PA crackled to life, and said, "Will Marcella Donner please report to the principal's office? Marcella Donner to the principal's office."

I looked up at the second floor, and saw a girl's face in one of the windows. She looked directly into my eyes, but she didn't move or wave. I was so startled, at first I couldn't tell the others, but when I did, the girl was gone.

As we walked away from the school, Mom said, "I think that went very well."

I looked at her in astonishment.

Meanwhile . . .

As the group headed for the Hospital Wing, something was happening to Harry, who was bringing up the rear. He was doubled over in excruciating pain, his wand lay a few feet to his right, and he looked genially to Snape and James as they realised what was happening.

“Harry!” they said together, rushing back to where he lay in the grass. “What is it?”