The Cowboy in a Pink Armani Suit

How I wished this truly was a Song I Never Heard. My Mom used to play country music all the time while ironing, and teaching me to iron. Oh my such simple times. And such simple minded songs. This was a favorite, along with other Marty Robbins Songs. Though somehow I don't think this is quite what he had in mind. LOL

Somewhere Between Purgatory And Hell

The world that you know is a cruel one.
It is full of pain and despair and hope.

I listen for that is what I do.
Tell me your tales so that I may forget them.
I will tell you what you want to hear.
Then I will tell you the truth.

The truth shall hurt you as it hurts us all.
Hurt tells us we are alive and whole.
That feeling of euphoria is but an illusion of pixels.
Pixels of fantasies and electronic adrenaline.

Songs I Never Heard: As least I wish I'd never heard this one. The tune's catchy, from the early sixties. When I first heard it, it stuck around for days. None of our campiest sisters could ever be accused of writing or singing this one...

Prudence stared at me in wonder.

"Judy," her lips finally formed an eternity and a moment later, "what the hell are you talking about?"

I WOKE, PART 9

I cried. I was in the ICU, waiting for my old body to die. I tried to calm myself down by organizing my thoughts since the accident that left me trapped in the body of Allison Allen. It was the end of Spring Break, and the next day I was due back in class for the first time as Allison.

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Chris Drewett, a teenage transsexual, is caught dressing in his sister’s clothes by his mother. Faced with a problem she can’t deal with, she turns to her sister-in law, a doctor who practices nearby, and she starts Chris on an amazing and very surprising journey.

A gentle tale of teenage angst and discovery, and of relationships and conflicts. Where sexual awakenings cause confusion and tears as well as joy and lasting friendships.

Trimming the tree part two
A story by Allie Elle

Jonathon got out of his chair and walked around the table and gently
wrapped his arms around the young girl. He gently rocked her and kept
looking around for whatever had threatened the little girl. He could not
find anything but he was still feeling somewhat protective of this girl,
Derek looked around and saw the boy rocking Emma and that the child was
crying. All the tow of them could get from Emma was the two words "be
good" repeated over and over again.

Without a Trace - Part 8

"So JR after that little chat you still want to go ahead with this?"

"Yes Sis it needs to be done too many have been hurt for too long, whoever is doing this needs to be stopped and at least jailed or given therapy" JR stated firmly "Well it looks like we start going shopping for my new young sister. I do hope you don’t end up needing diaper's though"

"Very funny Sis” but the thought did worry JR.