Sweet Dreams-39 The first cut is the Deepest.

Chapter 39

I’m nervous as heck as April and I go into the hospital. I’m also a little impressed April has pull or maybe her money does as we’re semi ushered into the area for my tests and honestly I never thought that they had places where they took you aside and get you ready.

And not one but two nurses hanging around for stuff. I don’t even get the paper dress thing but patient scrubs?

“I guess it’s different with money right?” I’m not being snitty about it I’m too out of my element for that.

(In Shakespeare’s time, females were not permitted on stage and men played their parts. The practice is renewed in a summer camp where a boy finds out about himself and love.)

“Sir,” I said, trying to stay calm and respectful, “could you please ask Ms. Turner not to refer to me with female pronouns?”

“Well,” he said, “we have to use some pronoun or other. Perhaps one of the English teachers can recommend a good gender-neutral pronoun.”

Chapter *8.27*

Missing Debutante

“Gab?”

“Who else would be on my phone?”

Amanda spent the ride home dividing her time between looking at her human face in the mirror attached to the passenger-side sun visor, and sticking her hand out the window, and giggling at how the wind would blow it this way and that.

Darcy smiled as she looked briefly over at Amanda, “That’s not safe sweetie put your arm in the car.”

Amanda quickly pulled her hand back in, just in time as a mailbox that someone had put too close to the road whizzed by. “Meep!” she half-squealed, half-chittered, guarding her hand. “Scary,” she whispered, looking up at Darcy.

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I wept tears being called names that hit home,my eyes were red and wet.
But I know your out there waiting I just have not got to you yet.
I wish this pain would fade away to cleanse my soul I hope,
for I don't want to be like others dangling from a rope.
I hear your call its very faint and I look from whence it came.
My eyes don't see you just right now so I run screaming your name.
I am here! I am here! my new name I am scared to say

Shame, Shame

“Its all my fault!

If I hadnt dressed like a girl

let my true self out for a twirl

he wouldnt have wanted to hurt me

take my body, then desert me

Why didnt I bash him on the nose?

what went wrong that made me froze?

So I stuff my girl self deep inside

even though it makes me cry

and within I start to die

Because it was all my fault!”

“Its all my fault!

If I hadnt told the doc of my distress

of my wish to wear a dress

he wouldnt have made me his toy

to show me what happens to a sissy boy

X-Why-Me…Chapter 2

Chapter 2

She had fainted and was slowly woken up with her mother shaking her gently. “Emily? Emily wake up you fainted.”

“I did?”

“Yes, you did.”

“I had the worst dream Mom.”

“It wasn’t a dream.” Her mother had this strange almost foreboding finality there in her voice.

“Mom?”

“You eavesdropped on me and the doctor and then you looked what we were talking about on Google.”

“But it’s not true right?”

“We haven’t got the DNA tests back those will take awhile but everything else says yes.”

“But it’s still not true, c’mon!”

I awakened... fully alert, although not certain exactly why. My brain was firing on twelve of its eight cylinders and the turbo boost was well engaged, as it attempted to make sense of the shadows which my semi-focused eyes were saying were dangerous unknowns looming all about me in our dark bedroom. My ears began straining to hear whatever it was that might have been that which had awakened me. It’s hard to believe how sinister a dark room seems when you can’t really focus on anything due to the near absence of light. You’d think that after sleeping for at least a few hours your eyes would be accustomed to the lack of light and you should be able to see, if not well then at least somewhat upon immediately opening them.

The Accident - Part 2
by Barbara Lynn Terry