A warning this one is a little dark.

Even in his earliest memories the now fourteen year old Alex Reilly had felt he was a girl. Of course, his family vigorously sought to correct that misconception. Gentle verbal corrections at age three yielded to time outs by age four which progressed to mild spankings by age five until the confused boy finally began to stop insisting he was a girl. Alex... or as she secretly called herself, Lexi, learned to keep her miss-conception hidden.

Once again time seemed to be displaced. I don’t know why we stopped our kissing but if I was complete right now I would be ready to lead him upstairs and get down to business. I didn’t want to go home. When we finished kissing we again stood there forehead to forehead quietly holding each other. My eyes were closed and my thoughts were going through thermal meltdown. Part of me was wondering why I had never felt like this when I kissed a girl and another part was saying, “Who cares?”

CHAPTER 43
Terry was standing just inside the door.

“It’s odd, Jill. He’s always been easier with women. Less threat, I suppose”

I kissed his cheek. More evidence, if I needed any, of my acceptance.

“Thought I’d leave them to themselves for a while, like”

CHAPTER 42
He was gone again, home to catch up on his job, Von driving, and I had to ask myself how in hell he was managing to keep it together over there. No girls, no family, nothing to look forward to but another session of poisoning. I asked Von how he was doing it, and she simply looked away, blushing. Ah.

“It’s not sex, see? We don’t… he can’t, can he? All chewed up. Just, look, felt right to give him some comfort, innit?”

Antifreeze…Part 1.

I read the letter having to sit down on the steps.

I had gotten home from work feeling well honestly pretty grotty and gross. I worked last night stripping at Cecilia’s.

Yes I strip.

No, I don’t want to. I really never wanted a lot of the things that happened in my life to have happened.

Lil Jacilynn walked into her room at the house Andrea (Drea to friends) DiMaggio. Her sister Dorothy (Dottie to friends) had been left behind at school chatting with friends about the upcoming dance recital. Dottie was nervous in the extreme about dancing with boys.

CHAPTER 41
I sat by his bed as he cried, holding his hand with my right while my left held the tissues ready.

“I can’t do this any more, Jill!”

In response to his question I cautiously offered,“You ... Are improving.”

“The way you say that, I’m not certain if it was a good thing or not.”

“Don’t push your luck, James.”

“Perhaps we had best find our places. The banquet should begin soon.”

Lil Jacilynn stomped into the housedoor after being out trick or treating for only 10 minutes. Hey eyes were almost overflowing with unshed tears as she removed the piece of black cloth covering her eyes. Tante Drea came into the living room to see who was in her house. Her own costume as a sexy witch missing only her hat and her other eye done in a smokey sexy look missing. She took on look at her young charge and instinctively rushed to Jaci's side and pulled her into her lap for a hug.

When Poppy's grandfather dies, her father inherits his childhood home in Happy Springs, New Hampshire. He decides to take his three daughters from England on their first trip to the land of his birth to fix up the house as a potential summer home and give Poppy a break from some problems she's been having. He says it's an old house that just needs a little work to restore it back to its full glory. It's going to be fun fixing it up. Poppy isn't so sure...

The Girl with The Mini: Part 1 - New Endings, New Beginnings A story about starting over by Bobbie Cabot

  
Author'sNote:

I hope that you will like the story, and I hope that you will be gentle. Thanks!

The next morning I arrived at work early. My ensemble was smart, relaxed. I was wearing levis, sneakers, a dressy blouse and the faux-rabbit fur jacket I’ve had for a couple of years. My hair was up in a pony tail. I gathered a few kidding wolf whistles from the old hands who had also come in early and some stares from the few newbies who were going to be a part of the detail during the following two weeks. I heard a familiar threat given by one of the old hands to a couple of the newbies, “You want to keep your jobs? Don't make passes at the boss.”

CHAPTER 37
Morning, cold and dry, a skin of hoar frost on the tent’s fly sheet. I did the necessary after the night’s beer and found my wife emerging for her own dash as I returned to the nest. Jan was already up, a pot of tea brewing in what could only be called the dining room.

“Hangover, Jill?”

“Not really. Sore feet. Going on a walk and then trying to dance in silly shoes, not good for the sole”

The next time I managed to revert even marginally to my senses we were in a different store. I presumed it was Macys but didn't recognize the area which I immediately presumed was Women's lingerie and more. I didn't shop for my things here, but I guessed that was going to change in the near future. Looking about I noticed a large number of small packages surrounding me presumably either some of which just having been or still awaiting purchase. Just then the strait jacket I was only beginning to realize was wrapped around me made it’s presence known by cinching a little tighter. I discovered upon inspection that it didn't reach all that much above the nipples of my breast forms. I also both noted the increased difficulty in breathing and the stark contrast of my old breast forms against my chest.

Sweet Dreams-42

Chapter 42

I’d like to say that the next few days were just run of the mill stuff but it’s not. Or it’s not for me. There’s school and classes which is starting to feel normal and I’m catching up with things but what’s not and what’s new for me besides my impending surgery and going to see my father’s grave on Sunday is the fact there’s a home game here Friday afternoon and later after that a dance.

It’ll be my very first high school dance.