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A small house in Tempe, Arizona. Inside, three grrls, a dog and two, two-leggers (present day hominids.)

Renee crawls out of bed, slips on her sandals and pulls on old, raggedy army pants. She hurries to the front room and sees Kim sitting up on the couch and just turning on the TV.

For Maggie Finson

Helene's Song

Trapped in female form
With a chip inside my brain
I must obey its every whim
or suffer tremendous pain

Wednesday, March 30, 2011Random thoughts
Tonight, I started reflecting on phrases that I got tired of growing up.

Phrase 1: Boys don't play with that. Got that one every time I asked for a toy that was for girls. After a while, I stopped asking because I would not get it. For example, I wanted a mix and bake oven, got a toy gun instead.

Phrase 2: It is just a phase. I usually overheard this one. This was usually my mother explaining my gender dysphoric behavior to one of her friends. But no, it was not a phase just me trying to express my real self.

I want to thank Lilith for taking the time to help me refine this story and for letting me post as a canon author.
Three Cheers for Lilith Langtree!

At the Transgender Writers Convention: The Price of War

by shalimar

This was posted at Fictionmania as "At the Fictionmania Convention II: The Price of War"

This story is dedicated to all veterans who ever saw action.

It is posted in honor of the meeting of transgender fiction writers occuring on 2 April 2011.

Note: use of the Professor's Ovid "gods" with premission.

CHAPTER 55
As I prepared yet another disgustingly healthy breakfast for us, the phone rang, and it was Naomi.

“Good morning, my dear, I wanted to catch you before you went out today, and let you know how Darren is”

“There are no problems? I mean, no new ones?”

A Loving family
By
Jacquimac

Pt Eight

A new Beginning

CHAPTER 54
I was crapping myself as I did the final touches to my eyes and lips.

Switcheroo
Issue Four

By Melanie E.

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