Alex Rios, snobbish highschool intellectual, begins his awkward transition through a relationship with a beautiful Latina friend. But their feminine idyll ends horribly when they are caught by her old boyfriend Miguel...

This story is purely fictional and meant for adult audiences only! All resemblance to actual persons is coincidental. It contains graphic sex and forcible rape described in first person narration by its transgendered, teenage protagonist. If you are not an adult, or if you find this type of material offensive, please stop reading. You have been warned of the content. If you proceed neither the author nor the site host will be held responsible! A previous version of Chapter 1 (titled "The Biggest Lie") was originally posted to Fictionmania on January 6, 2002. Chapter 2 carries on our heroine's adventures and transformation.

Her mission back on track, Jane Masters returns to The House to pursue the downfall of Red Fist. CAUTION: sexual content

Easy As Falling Off A Bed.
by Angharad.
part 20 dozen.

I limped back to bed.

"What's up with you?" said Simon noticing my shuffling gait.

"I think I pulled something weeing."

"What like the flush?" he chuckled to himself.

"Ha bloody ha, no a bit of me."

"I thought you had the bit you used to pull, cut off."

"Simon this isn't funny, it hurts."

Sister said in a quiet voice, "Come with me." I had no idea what was going to happen next, and to tell the truth, I was a little afraid. She walked to the far corner of the room, and opened a tall, dark door.

TRAGEDY OF THE SPIRIT PART 20 MOTHER
Copywrite 2008 Prairie_girl_64

"I guess I didn't think about it because there weren't any boys around."

"Oh, my," Maisie commented. "Aren't you a woman of the world!"

Synopsis: Sometimes you find yourself saying the wrong thing, at the wrong time for the wrong reason. Sometimes you aren't the only one.

My sleep was peppered with nightmares. Okay, more like several variations of one nightmare in particular. Every time I’d get to sleep I’d see Joey either attacking me, or harming those around me, or in one case outing me to all his redneck buddies as a transsexual.

An old story of mine. I wonder if I should have entitled it "Dashed" instead. A good friend of mine read it and said it read like a Twilight Zone story or an Outer Limits tale. I don't know but I kind of like the dystopic feel.

In the clutches of the sadistic Sato, Jane Masters faces the toughest of tests. CAUTION: this segment contains explicit descriptions of mental and physical torture and bondage...

I sat on the bed and picked up Teddy. At least he didn’t have a go at me and listened to me, even though I was far too old for him and shouldn’t talk to him really.

Jane Masters gets in deeper and deeper as her investigation into the Red Fist continues. And what is the secret of Room 497...?