Do clothes really make the man ... or woman? An invitation to a night on the town becomes an object lesson in what it means to be a friend.

Evanescence

Hi my name’s Raine.

I’m transgendered, a boy by an accident of karma. I believe I was a girl, a woman in every single life I lived before this one. I used to just dream about them in these strange dreams that I never really understood when I was younger. It wasn’t until I died but didn’t did things become clear.

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Chapter 13

It felt so good to sleep in. I know we went to bed early last night but it just feels good. I don’t know if it’s that fact I’m in bed with Taylor or it’s our bed and this is home to me, but it feels great. Taylor’s alive because I can hear him snoring a little. I don’t imagine he slept well in the hospital knowing what I know now.

I roll over onto my stomach and a little offside taking the pillow and scrunching it in my arms to push it up enough so I can rest my chin on it as I watch him sleep. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at him.

Something to Declare by Cyclist

Chapter 18

The alarm went off at his side of the bed, but it was me that had to turn the bloody thing off properly; he just hit the snooze button.

A RELUCTANT SPIRIT — FILTERED SPIRITS

By Ingrid Halb

Dan's wife Chrystal, owns the magical vessel but Dan wants to wish for his wife and him to have nicer things. Unfortunately for Dan, she lets him. A cautionary tale set to remind us to appreciate our significant others and appreciate the efforts taken to keep a house clean and tidy.

Something to Declare by Cyclist

Chapter 17

“Of course I can. Could you cope with me in fancy dress?

I noticed Sean’s clothes a little near the end of our fifth grade year. On weekends he’d come over to my house wearing shirts I’d see his seventh grade sister wearing the year before and shorts; I know I had seen similar shorts on girls.

Out of the Ashes, Part 2

Out of the Ashes by Misty Meenor A Comic RetCon Universe Story The Martian Manhunter and Miss Martian characters are the property of DC Comics. Dolores studied me for a moment. "You're going out there, aren't you? That's what this is about," she asked quietly. I nodded slowly, wanting her approval. "How can I not?" I asked. "Heatstroke is another metahuman, has to be. There's only a few of us in the whole world, can we really assume somebody else will just show up to take him on? He killed five cops, Dolores. He's going to own this city. And he works for the Cartel. You can be sure he won't be the only metahuman to go bad." "And what will you do after that?" "I'll go after the Carpaci family. With me dead, the D.A.'s whole case falls apart. They'll be rubbing his nose in it."