I think that it's become too easy. Apparently publishing on a site like Amazon is too easy for
anyone familiar with computers... which is just about everyone these days. The tools to grab
and reformat works are powerful.

In my story, clearly the person, or company, or criminal organization that did this, is counting on
getting a couple of checks out of it. The only thing they did, that was stupid was to charge ten
dollars. That probably kept the sales low. The reason I think it's a person, and not the russian
mafia, is that they didn't lift the whole story. They were planning on making another one, if this
one sold. Their descriptions prove that they didn't read or understand the story, which if you
think about it, is probably par for the course.

Times are so different now. Now, being transgender is just one more check box. When I was
young, and told our family doctor that on the rare occasions that I do dream, outside of children's
nightmares, I'm always a girl named Sarah. He gave my parents some pills that sedated me.
He said that I was 'hyper-active.' Even though he knew I had an IQ nearly double his, and even
though I'd never caused a single problem, I spent three days tranquilized until my mother said
enough of that bullshit.

I never said anything to anyone else, for fifty years... other than my wife before we were married.

And... In a way that's the thing about all of this. We create an offer these stories on a site like
this for many reasons. Two of the most important for me are a need to share dreams and
feeling for which most of us never had an outlet. The second is a genuine pleasure in knowing
that we've reached someone who might feel the same.

Today, All you have to do is to look on the internet to see an unbelievable number of transgender people
who are beautiful and feminine, or in the case of ftm, masculine. I'm not saying that it's a path
that I would have taken, but even if I had wanted to, and I didn't wind up getting shock treatments, or killed
while going to the store, the best my generation could hope for was, after the ravages of testosterone,
would be to spend your life as looking as if you were a russian beat farmer's wife. All in a world that
neither accepted nor understood any part of that feeling that I carried every day of my life. Today,
the results and the treatments make it easy to forget just how miserable it was thirty years ago.

As for the thieves...

There is nothing we can do to the people who do this to us. Unless some of your are dot.com billionaires,
the costs to lawyer up and stick it to these people must needs be a life passion, because in this genera,
the money just isn't there. I just want the Amazonians to pull my story, and to make sure that these
scum are not profeting by this. I gave these stories to provide just a small vision of what might be, which
was the only satisfaction available to people like me. And it's made me very sad.

I've got to lie down, now. I have to work tonight, and it will be hell, as always.

Love,
Sarah Lynn