CHAPTER 57
Eric was down at the weekend, just as I switched to night shifts. He arrived early Friday evening, as I lay in bed trying to get a few hours sleep before going in, and the first I knew was when a warm body slipped into bed with me. I grunted a bit, then made my complaint.

As is my late afternoon habit I tuned into the local, talk radio station, yes that one that in the low 600 kilohertz region of the dial.
 

As states review their safe haven laws, a doctor ponders the child he has just received.

Lipizzan Girls

Fire That Balkan publicity agent with the bad accent!

The following came to me as I pondered the life of a person who had been modified to control aircraft or spacecraft as in the “Skin Horse” series seen at the end of the blog section.

oxybenzone
octocrylene
4-methylbenzylidene

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.