*** I will err on the side of caution and tag this story as forced fem. At the onset of the story it might seem so but that is revealed as not being true later on. You can always read it and decide for yourself.

Norman had quiet a family history. A half sister is one of his best kept secrets and when he is called on to serve on the secret service for the President she becomes more than just his saving grace. Will Norman follow the role model his father behind and 'do the right thing.'

The rest of Garia's guardsmen turn up and she begins training them in earnest. Later the gang go and check out Morlan's quarters, becoming horrified by what they find and realizing that a serious cleaning job is called for. Cue semi-abortive visit to Mistress Yolda and some lateral thinking...

Somewhere Else Entirely

by Penny Lane

30 - Morlan's Laboratory

At half term both mum and Mavis`s aunt took us to see the lights at Blackpool, we got to Blackpool around 11am and after getting a quick snack went to the Pleasure beach for a while, it was pointless going onto the beach in October the waves were pretty bad with the wind and it was too cold.

“So no Tracy?” Shelly asked.

Maggie nodded. “Tracy was so lively on the way down here. I think she talked from home to Tracy, the town, where she changed. Once she changed, Troy was miserable.” She shook her head. “Maybe I shouldn't have let her be Tracy for the ride.”

At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole

Chapter 71 The Salon

I looked at her and for a moment I didn’t quite know what to say. ‘Well I know this style is a bit butch because of the way I’ve grown up. I’ve just not really had much chance to be myself and try anything else.’

‘Mmm I thought that perhaps it was another reason. Your sister has a nice style so why not you?’

This is a very short story told to the author by a man who liked women --
liked them whether they were real women or transgendered.

Laura by Janet Baker

Jason met Laura that fall evening at a bar noted for its acceptance of unconventional lifestyles. The bar was filled with celebrants, the Twins having finally won a game. Jason scanned the crowd trying to determine whether the colorfully dressed habitués were real women or cross dressers or transsexuals.

I took a deep breath before walking into the locker room. I was nervous, but I could do it. I hoped...

I'd actually gotten about a dozen feet inside before the yells started. I ignored them and headed on over to the cage to get a basket.

I'd almost made it when this huge guy blocked my path.

"Aren't you a little confused girlie? This is the boys locker room."

I looked up at him and said "Yeah, I know."