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Crazy Core Gym, Upper East Side, New York:
Teela and Emily arrive at the address they were given. They looked at the building in front of them and couldn’t believe that it used to be some sort of warehouse.
“Are you sure you have the right address, Teela?” Emily looks at her friend.
“I’m sure. This is the address Jester gave me. She also gave me the entrance code as well.” Teela walked into the small foyer and noticed there was a metal keypad with black numbers and letters.
In this chapter, Emily navigates a day filled with grief and reflection as she bids farewell to her mother. Amidst the weight of the occasion, small moments of kindness and support from those around her offer glimpses of comfort and strength, helping her take the first steps toward healing.
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.
This is the parody story to my poem I am a Girl, please enjoy...
Synopsis: Derek a very bright young man, is a very unique individual. Who happens to possess extraordinary abilities, from family genetics. But the most unique thing about him is that he is a transgender girl, and happens to be a Witch and a Gypsy and the first Witch and Gypsy in her family tree in several hundreds of years. As soon as one problem occurs and is nearly fixed another comes Derek's now Morwen's way.
My eyes are drooping and I have a contented feeling. To my surprise, I’ve
enjoyed the evening and feel a closeness to these girls that is better than
anything that I have ever felt with my male comrades. Don’t get me wrong, I have
felt strong bonds of brotherhood with my friends in the past. But when was the
last time we gave each other hugs and words of friendship and encouragement
before closing out the evening?
"Shelagh, come
and sit down," he said, when she had put the plates in the sink
afterwards.
"You're going to
talk to me again," she said, "I thought it was women who
were supposed to nag."
Colin took a deep
breath. "Yes, but this time it is important. So
important, that if we can't resolve the problem, I'm going to have to
leave at the earliest opportunity."
She felt as though a
deep pit had opened up under her. What's happened now?
Not wearing panties felt naughty, different than just being naked. I looked naughty in the dressing room mirror and I discovered that I enjoyed that. I had to suppress giggles almost every time I saw myself in the mirror. I began to doubt I’d ever been anyone other than the girl I could see.
They say that clothes make the man. But what would happen
if male clothing became a strange sort of handicap for your son?
To what lengths would you go to improve the life of such a special child?
Thanks very much to those in my writers group who helped me with this story.
Colin complied. He
could see himself in the mirror on the front of the wardrobe, and he
could immediately sense a change in himself, and how he saw himself,
but without being able to put a finger on exactly what had changed.
"I think you
need some padding," she said, carefully.
He patted his hips.
"My hips? I have thought of that, when wearing those skirts
before. The fullness of the dress hides that, surely?"
"It wasn't your
hips I was thinking of. Try higher up. Much higher up."
Colin got the point
immediately. "Now wait a minute..." he protested.
I still lay on the floor–a discarded life-size silicone love doll. Nearly life-size, seven-eighths scale, at least, like the Red Light District in Sidneyland. I didn’t have enough strength to move much more than one arm and some face muscles. I felt limp, useless and washed out, a water balloon that had missed its target and lay burst and empty on the lawn while the kids found some other game to play.
Synopsis: After the shocking announcement, Terri's family and friends, finally see the terrible price to be paid, unless she can see the Light of Hope. Daniel again pledges his Heart, but sees only the avatar. Only after she leaves does Hope reveal itself as in Heaven, the Truth is revealed.
As Terri meets Delano's secretary, she sees a manipulative, cunning mind, waiting for her moment to strike. When she meets Terri, she sees the true queen and realizes that her attempt to steal any money from Delano is a moot point when Terri promises her that her family’s wealth will be returned. As Delano falls for Terri, he finds that he is no longer himself, and the cunning plot begins to destroy him.
"I have to
confess I cursed you all the way from Ullapool. It wasn't very
gentlemanly of me, especially considering all you've done since.
Perhaps we can start by using each other's first names. Would that be
all right with you?"
"I - I suppose
so," Shelagh said, somewhat hesitantly. Inside, part of her
wanted to run, to bang the door shut and barricade it with furniture.
Men had not treated her kindly when she was younger, and now she had
a man in her house for possibly some time to come. She had every
reason for mistrusting the male gender, and yet this one was
different.
We arrived back in Penmarris rather later than we hoped. I had wanted to see Katie about those emails I had received from Olivia and Nigel, but now that would have to wait until the morning.
Harry thought he was just making a little joke, but the women in the office weren't laughing.
So they made a little bet and Harry would win if he followed the women's dress code for a month.
How hard could it be?
From the time Taylor was five, all he could remember was wanting to be Emma’s younger sister.
He loved dressing up in her hand-me-downs. He admired his older sister and really wanted to be her. Halloween was his favorite holiday because he could let his fantasies run wild and be Cinderella or Wonder Woman. And playing make-believe was always fun when he could be the cute little girl.
But, something happened when he turned twelve. He put away the dresses and costumes. The doll house went up in the attic and Taylor’s fantasies were all in his mind.
Until one fateful Saturday that changed everything. This is that story.
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