A long while ago, I was thinking about what my life might be like if I started living as a female. I wondered how others might react. Would I find the people in my life being supportive of my decision? Would I stand alone? These and similar questions constantly haunted me.

During that time, I had composed several songs; this is one of them. Actually, I envisioned this as more of a music video. I lost my original copy and had to rewrite it, adding bits here and there. For the most part, the three parts of this song at the end are as I had originally written them.

Stand Up

Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown

Perspective
By allie elle

A young man after accidentally damaged the window of a shop he runs. He
accepts a lift from a woman and his life undergoes a lot of changes. He
realises that things were out of his hands and he found that times a
change of perspective is a good thing.

Part One: The Beginning
Robert was disgusted at the world; Mrs. Riley his landlady had just
thrown him out. She was not usually so forceful in her behaviour; she
had just barred the door to him. He had spent the last four hours
touring the dirty populated streets wondering what he was going to do

TRUE

 © Nick B May 2007

Alex finishes his first night as a catering assistant, as Michelle.

The next task is to tell Jocelyn...

This is the last outing for Alex for the time being, but I'm sure he'll grow; people always do, whether you want them to or not.

I know I say something like this every time, but big up to Kristina LS for her help as always and hugs for stopping it from all going Pete Tong on me.

Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction and if you haven't figured that out yet, where ya been?
Any similarities between person living or dead would be... well you know the rest.

Council Of Ascendancy

by Leigh Richards

Chapter One

"Mr. Grove your three o'clock is here." The voice of David Grove's secretary came through the inter-office communications.

'My three o'clock?' Wondered David. He knew he had no three o'clock. Just in case, he brought up his daily calendar, and sure enough he had no appointments for the rest of the day.

Deep Cover

Prologue

Harkness Holdings had just posted another astounding quarterly earnings statement that left Wall Street analysts breathless with excitement. The chattering financial commentators were agog. Forbes, Fortune, The Wall Street Journal were all touting the quarter-by-quarter meteoric rise of Beauregard “Beau” Chadsworth, Harkness’ CEO, and his team who’d taken the moribund company and pushed it to the heights of Wall Street stardom. Harkness’ share prices reflected the unbounded confidence of investors big and small. From the get-rich-quick types to the most cautious investors, Harness was what they all wanted.

Beau Chadsworth was the darling of the talk show hosts who outdid one another in their fawning praise. In the post-Enron scandal era, Harkness was basking in its squeaky clean image. And Chadsworth, for his part was all becoming modesty. He was quick to point to the success and support of his team, Jack Levin the COO and Bridget O’Leary the CFO and their subordinates. Then there was the Chadsworth Foundation, already being talked about in the same breath as Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, so recently bolstered by the largess of Warren Buffett.

All was golden in the second and third quarters of 2006. Or so it seemed.