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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.
“I hate you!” He rained insults down upon her as she shook in paroxysms of tears. “You married me as a man and you know I don’t like women, how dare you become the thing I hate!”
Pan Am technicians, operating in concert with a FASA disaster team, uncovered the two flight data recorders from Pan Am Flight 1088 which crashed in May. Preliminary data indicates that the craft suffered a catastrophic loss of the fuel pump in its starboard engine, primary and auxiliary hydraulics and the Master Avionics Computer at more or less the same time.
Officials from Pan Am and the manufacturer of the aircraft had no further comment, simply saying that they were investigating how such an unlikely series of failures could occur.
This was written by a friend of mine, who is a Genetic girl. She wrote it long ago and, to her, it had no TG significance at all. It's only since we met that she showed this poem to me, and _I_ commented that it seemed very poignant and very expressive of the way _I_ feel as a woman trapped in a male body. I have her permission to post this, and I claim NO ownership of it.
14 year old Mike wears his mother's wedding dress for the first time and they discuss his future. Does he want to be a cross dresser or a woman like his mother?
I always wondered why hospitals couldn’t have more comfortable beds. Don’t they get millions of dollar? Why do they charge hundreds of thousands of dollars for even the simple operations? Well, I laughed to myself. Of all things to be wondering about, that was what came to my mind. I was sent here for another emergency. I was bit, and damn, it hurt a lot until the doctor came in. Then she got the venom from the bite
out.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I confide, “I’m so afraid that, if I let myself
go, I’ll like it too much to go back.”
“Well, girl, it seems to me that you’ll have to go back to being
Chris. After all, how would you explain Chris’s disappearance? I would miss him
terribly. Just think, if you didn’t switch back then we’d both need to
find new boyfriends; and let me tell you, girl, guys like Chris are rare and
very hard to find. Anyway, letting yourself go may make the transition back to
being Chris harder, but not unbearable, and I think that it will make your
summer much more fun. Think about it, girl friend.”
I do think about it–a lot–before I finally get to sleep.
This here is an old story I wrote before I started transitioning, when i still went under the nick Arice McQueen. After the long downtime of FM I wanna make sure my story is safe if one site goes down. It's not my best work, but I hope you'll all enjoy.
What would happen if your body died while having an out of body experience?
When a plane crashes on an uninhabited Caribbean island, a young man does what he can to help the other survivors. This one goes into some pretty dark places and gets a bit graphic, so be warned.
This is part 4 of "Mike versus Michelle". Mike goes out in public for the first time dressed as a girl. He also meets a boy and it bothers him in many ways which he explains. As a matter of fact, as always, Mike is doing a lot of explaining.
We cast our words out upon the wide digital sea not knowing where the ebb and flow of electrons may take them. The words we write maybe forgotten or they might bring a smile to brighten another’s day. Standing by the sea, I wonder if I will ever know. Soon I’ll wander back to my worn keyboard, for there are more stories yet to be told. For now I am content to walk the sands, looking for signs of others that have tossed their own words upon the ocean waves trusting in fate and surf to wash them to the furthest shore.
--Me!
Synopsis:What exactly happened to the students and faculty of Augusta High School, Bigg's Manufacturing and Erin's Cyclery after Drew and his friends went back home to Warsop at the end of the Cultural Exchange Program? This story will attempt to answer those questions.
A bit of fun on the First of May. That's what everyone seemed to think, well mostly,
but is what you see always what is there?
I started this when the competition was announced. Time and stuff got in the way but I wanted to. Then it morphed and became something totally different. The title changed so this weekend being rainy and miserable I sat and figured out what it was. We shall see…
As they made their way toward the food court's exit Tina pointed to an empty table and suggested they stick around and watch the floor show...
"It is pretty wild," agreed Kendra as she took in the spectacle of all the other patrons who had undergone transformations. A giraffe boy and an elephant girl seemed very much in love as they shared an ice cream sundae, oblivious to the hard stares of the normals. A party of piratine changelings were banging their heavy hooks on their table + singing pornographic sea chanties, and a bevy of TGD-girls had pushed a bunch of tables together to form a catwalk for a spontaneous fashion show, while overhead the nebulous form of an omnipotal fancier floated around creating miniature solar systems...
Tina shook her head, "That's not the floor show. I meant the one starring your two buddies over there."
"They're not my buddies," frowned Kendra, still recoiling from all the vicious things her former best friends had said to her, "Not anymore..."
"You'll enjoy this then. I guarantee they won't be calling anyone a freak after today!"
"What do you mean?" asked Kendra. The wicked vulpine grin on Tina's face was making her nervous.
"Just keep watching. You'll see..."
I LOVE LUCIDITY
by Laika Pupkino
PART TWO: IN DREAMS BEGIN RESPONSIBILITIES
Mom was very generous with her closet. She was also generous with her patience and understanding. On our way home from the mall, we talked about the situation.
I confessed a lot to her on the way home, but I didn't confess everything. At the same time, she said things to me that went a long way toward explaining her tolerance for what I was doing.
From insubordinate Hellhounds to Hellish Bureaucracy, Lorelei is learning to deal with The Ways of Infernal Power. It ain't easy, in fact, it can be hard as Hell. And that's just for starters!
The Shilmek have been watching, biding their time, gathering their forces on the edge of the galaxy. What can our teams of superheroes do to protect the earth from a well considered plan, advanced technology and vastly superior numbers - the fate of the planet is sealed... isn't it?
Baseball players are the most superstitious of all athletes. Andy has played baseball his entire life and is currently a Minnesota Twin in the twilight of his career. The Twins win a game after Andy shaves his leg for the first time. When the players decide that there is a causal relationship between Andy becoming more feminine and winning games -- all heaven breaks loose.
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Dedications:"For Emily"
For Stanman: "He was always there to offer a kind word and encouragement."
"In loving memory of
Robyn Lovelace
My life partner,
my life's love, my friend"
-- Karen J. Taylor
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memory of lost friends
and particularly for
Jeanne Gerrib,
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Bob Arnold.
-- Joyce Melton
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