In the fog of life
A feeling of soft butterfly kisses
Trail fleetingly across my neck
Steel strong self belies gentle soul
Wistful desire of dress with rococco lace

Broken

Was there ever a moment when I wasn’t broken?

Do my fractures have an origin, or was I conceived shattered, destined to be in pieces before I took a breath?

Short Storey.
by
Angharad.

I can't believe he said that.

Sweet Dreams-43

Chapter 43

It’s the first time that I’ve been to a home game and I’ll have to say that it’s exciting. I’d never had pegged myself for a football fan but here I am sitting in the seats set aside for the players family and the players girlfriends.

Despite how I’ll be going to the dance after this well its two hours after this I’m dressed like a fan or my version of a fan.

My new do is messy manageable so it’s under a turned backwards team ball cap and I’m wearing my inserts and a push up bra that gives me some girl bounce for when I’m up and yelling my head off.

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.

Well we all have those times in our lives that just cause us to go WTF. This is just one of them. Let me try to explain what I am talking about here. You see I am 13 years old and just starting seventh grade. As you can guess that makes me a fall baby. My birthday is the 6th of November I will let you figure out the year. Now it does not help that I am small for my age. I should probably introduce myself to you. My folks named me Terrence Daniel Palmer when I was born. As if that was not bad enough the doctor told them, I was a boy. Well I can say that Doc lied.

This is my first attempt to put into words what I really need to get out. I appreciate any comments you may have.