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Caught dressed in a little girl's dress, Alex must explain himself to his
judgmental mother. He also finds himself befriended by the teenager who lives down
the hill and has to make some decisions about how he is going to proceed from here.
In this chapter, Emily navigates her first day back at school after a difficult suspension, facing anxious stares, whispered judgments, and the lingering tension with her classmate Trevor. With encouragement from her foster mom, Mrs. Blake, and the support of her friend Jasmine, Emily begins to reclaim her confidence, discovering unexpected moments of connection and strength. As the day unfolds, she finds herself adjusting to a life that feels increasingly like home, both at school and with her foster family.
There is a natural rhythm to our lives. Some of these rhythms are influenced by external factors while others are influenced by small chemical changes in our bodies.
When and where these changes occur is anybody's guess. The most prominent changes take place in that time zone known as...
By Swishy
Michael Taylor was a 17-year-old boy living in a town in Australia. Something happened and he found himself on a path to becoming a 17-year-old girl. This is a story about an ordinary teenager that had something extraordinary happen to him and how he tried to cope.
Annette, Gemma's Mum and Dot all come to Gemma's aid.
I got up, put on my pt uniform and headed out for the base. It was in the middle of winter, so we had to wear our sweats. Considering it only started getting cold, I didn't have my sweats on hand so I spent fifteen minutes looking for them. I don't normally mind, but it was raining so I would be cold and wet today. After finally finding my whole pt uniform, I went to start my car, but the battery was dead. Arg!!!
Theia and company finally make the move to California to see the grand new office building for the first time, and the surprises continue to trickle in.
WARNING: If you have a fear of snakes, then this story isn't for you. A large nonpoisonous snake figures prominently in this story.
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“You are right Marla, but he's much better than most men so cut him some
slack,” Mom replies. “We don’t have time right now to settle scores. Why don’t
you go warm up the register so we can ring things up as we make our
selections?”
There is that time issue again. What is up with that? I know better than to ask as
the only answer that I am likely to get is I’ll find out later.
The little lad was small for his age, ten years and one month, and was unusual in as much as he could read and write–not very well, but better than his father Albert, the woodcutter
My name is Janet. I met Danny when I was almost twenty.
Danny
By Janet Baker
Danny was the first love of my life. I was nineteen at the time, Danny was younger but that was all right, he made up for our age difference by his unlimited enthusiasm and his devotion to me.
I lived on a farm. Danny came to live with us. He was an orphan, his father unknown, his mother killed in an auto accident. Danny was bereft, he cried constantly. I comforted him and we became inseparable.
JR after his mom hugged him smiled as his stomach again made its presence known and sheepishly grinned. His sister and her partner grinned and even his mom laughed, as a group they decided to head down to the cafeteria and get something to eat. They walked through the hospital corridors in an uneasy silence JR’s mother holding tight to his hand. He felt a bit uncomfortable but his Kylie side was comforted at the close contact. He had to be honest he was scared at what his sister wanted him to do but also proud.
Theia continues to learn a great many things about the environment and about herself -- as Gaia's avatar and as a woman.
WARNING: If you have a fear of snakes, then this story isn't for you. A large nonpoisonous snake figures prominently in this story.
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Mistress had turned me over to a lady at the lingerie store. I didn’t know how to react. Part of me was mortified, part of me burning from embarrassment, and part of me was reveling in this chance that I had always dreamed of.
The people who were in the store weren’t really paying attention to me, which was a relief. I could only imagine the panic if someone realized that a man was in here.
Forced into the wider world, Sascha must learn to make his own way. But should he take the easy route, acting as people expect him to act, being who people saw him to be? Or can he grow into something more, his own Sascha, without further diminishing the current Sascha.
Edited By Nora Adrienne with Special Thanks To Terry Naut and to Heather Rose Brown for the Illustration!
After learning the terrible news, Kelly decides to make the most of a bad situation, much to Julie's dismay. In school, Kelly proves to be a tom boy as she excels in sports side by side with her best friend Johnny. Her small size and quickness contrasts well with Johnny's size and strength. Together, they become the school's top athletes, while Kelly also excelled in academics, easily earning herself several scholarships. Yet, as her dressing continues, it expands to help others in need. Yet at a game, she finds out who she is.
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