At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 58 Making plans

Mum said she would see what she could rustle up for dinner and went through to the kitchen. Sally excused herself to go upstairs and I’m sure it was so that Julie and I could have some time together.

Julie turned to me. ‘Sis you did a wonderful job. Finally mum weakened after all these years and she listened to what you said. Goodness knows how many times I’ve tried to persuade her. All because you have suddenly learned to tell it like it is.’

"Here. Take my hand." The Sarge smiled at him thankfully and took the hand Jake offered him to make the huge step over the rocks. Jake pulled his comrade over; it was surprisingly easy. The man seemed to weigh almost nothing. The only problem the young soldier had to face was getting a good grip on Sarge’s hand because the sleeves of the man's uniform seemed to hang loosely and several inches over his hands.

To: [email protected]
From: Kat432578@ gmail.com
Re: Getting better!

Two weeks, Marisa! I’m feeling a lot better physically. I have almost no pain now, except when I move around too fast. I can go to the bathroom on my own now (yay!), and therapy is going a lot better. I still have a long way to go, but I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Between One Step and the Next, Part 4
 

Well folks, here is the conclusion of this story. Sorry it took so long, and sorry if its not up to my usual standards. As always, comments are appreciated.
 

When Sam woke, she had an inexplicable feeling of joy coursing through her heart. She floated into the bedroom, grabbed some clothes, and went to have a shower and get changed. After she was dressed, she came out and started making breakfast.

Tina came out of the bedroom, and said, “Something smells good …. Sam?”

 
Moon Harper - Part 3
 
by Armond
 
 
I am now Shauna Deirbhile, and with my harp á€ine, I work miracles with my music. I'm dealing with a lot, hey? Mere days ago I was clueless Sean Derhill. Turning into a teenage girl has become the least of my worries, for I cannot explain the magic that flows from my harp strings, and it frightens me. The issue may be moot; the Fomors have marshalled all their resources to stop me from working a ritual that will switch me back. They want me dead dead dead.
 

Continuing Release part 3
By Kerry Brown

The transition project comes to an end, at least for some of the girls