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Now that the truth has been revealed, Quinn and Ricky have a lot to deal with.
Each has their own struggles as they try to figure out what is best for themselves.
Alex must deal with being outed by a well meaning guest. Christmas continues
to surprise everyone at The Haven. I wanted so badly to have this done by Christmas,
but real life kept getting in the way. Nothing bad - just a lot of things happening
at once. Thank you to everyone who has been following the story!
Now for the Final Act of this story...
After flubbing a powerful incantation, meant to give newly coronated Demon Queens the wisdom of their ancestors, Devilla Satanne awakens to memories of her past life as Jacob Divington, a human from Earth. Having gained a new perspective on life, she quickly comes to a rather horrifying conclusion: she's been a complete and utter brat! No wonder everyone hates her!
And then there's the fact that she's apparently been reincarnated as the villainess of Tower Conquest, a lesbian porn game with a surprisingly intricate plot. One in which the Heroine conquers Dimona Tower, turning Devilla's people against her in the process. In victory, the Heroine brings about a glorious age of peace between demons and humans for the first time in millennia. ...Which actually sounds pretty good for her people, come to think of it. Devilla knows her terrible behavior is beyond forgiveness, but maybe she can still make up for her past mistakes? She just needs to make sure the events of the game unfold correctly. Though there is one little detail she'd like to change - the part where Devilla herself is killed or enslaved!
In this chapter, Emily begins to settle into a new rhythm, finding comfort in the warmth of her surroundings and the kindness of those around her. A game of soccer in the backyard helps break down barriers, while moments at the dinner table and a quiet evening of homework bring unexpected feelings of connection and accomplishment. Slowly but surely, Emily starts to see glimpses of hope and possibility in her new life.
Elizabeth and I had finished all the preliminaries and were down to the main event -- her love life. We had enough coffee left to hold our booth, but had finished roughly seventy-five percent of our brownies, which was all we were allowed to eat under the Code of Living for Single Girls in New York.
I was nervous. This whole situation was fairly unreal. I mean, I wanted to go back to this, to being a girl and I didn’t know why. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to explain it if asked and that didn’t help matters. I just felt like I wanted to complete this. Sure part of it was my pride and my sense of honor, but not completely. Hell, part of this I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell Meredith. Would she even understand?
Once again my thanks go to Kristina LS for knocking this into shape
As I walked out of the building I felt happier than I had done for a long time. I was finally making decisions on my life and not being pushed from pillar to post by events outside my control.
I walked the few blocks to the office building where I hoped I would be working for quite some time. I took a deep breath and walked through the doors.
"We are here to liberate the human race from the tyranny of the Terran Government. We ask that you surrender immediately.
If you choose to oppose us in the fight for freedom you will be destroyed."
Eric had been walking a long time, going on Walkabout as part of his magical training. Thankfully he had found some money that might allow him to take a break. Up ahead he spotted a water park, Bikini Beach. Maybe this would be just the vacation he needed, after all the Tao provided. If only drama and demons would stay away.
Bikini Beach:
The Wanderer
Based on the Bikini Beach stories created by Elrod W.
Simon paid the bill and escorted me back to his Volvo, it was much cooler and I shivered a little. I didn't really have a suitable coat or wrap to go with the dress, so I had to put up with it.
"You're shivering," observed Simon.
"It's cooler than I expected," I said feeling rather stupid.
Will the contemptible, way too curious Ida, from TGIF get hers? This prologue is almost guaranteed to confuse my regular collaborators, as it has almost nothing to do with the story they have been reviewing for me. Or does it?
Ida The Spy
By Holly H Hart
Copyright 2007
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"My fear?" she said smiling gently. "I will still be terrified every moment you are gone that you might not come home.
I would still be afraid of a life without you to hold. But, Valerie, Jesse is right, you do belong out there with the fleet.
You are a marvelous ship designer, and you are an utterly incredible lover and life partner, but Valerie,
you were born to command a starship in battle. You are more alive, more at ease there than anywhere I have ever seen you,
excepting, of course, when I have you in bed."
A third essay from the heart about what it means to be transgendered.
I talked with one of my former supervisor at work the other day. I let her know that I soon would be allowed to wear a skirt or a dress at work. This would happen after some meetings that would be occurring after my present supervisor returned from vacation.
"I am become death," I said softly, "On a pale horse I ride..."
I raised the gun one last time, this time to my own head.
I couldn't live with what I had become."
Pulling the pillow off of her head, Christina forced her eyes to focus on the alarm clock. "Crap," she yawned. It was already past eight; she'd slept late yet again. She had spent most of last night Googling taxation problems to no avail. Dropping her bare feet onto the cold floor, she went into the bathroom. Her eyes winced in the pale light as she took stock of what she saw. As usual, after her Oak Grove vacations, Christina was still a girl. Even without her false breasts in place and with her disheveled morning hair, there was no doubt about it. Her powder blue cotton pj's, which were covered from head to toe with yellow chicks, certainly didn't help her cause. She was in a difficult spot- she would be returning home for Christmas, so she did not have the luxury of getting a haircut. She'd just have to find some way of making herself a convincing boy in the meantime.
Continuing the challenge of raising everyone's boredom threshold!
Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & Mark Twain.
part 38DD (my cup runneth over).
I rushed into the admin block and stopped, toilets, I needed toilets. I spotted the sign just in the nick of time, scurrying for the door before I made a mess and a fool of myself.
A man's girlfriend unwittingly awakens memories of a childhood tragedy. It seems once unleashed they
will not be locked away again. Can their love overcome the ramifications?
(WARNING: This story contains a violent rape scene.)
"Whadda you want, Cheryl?" I asked bitterly from my nest of spent food containers and spent booze containers.
It was absolutely fitting, since I was spent, too.
"Does the council have yet another Mission for me? Sorry, I have nothing left to give. You people have used me up.
I have already given you everything right down to my heart and soul."
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