There are different paths people take. Is this any more convoluted than others?

Disclaimer: The original characters and plot of this story are the property of the author. This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to actual people or places is coincidental. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2008 Annette MacGregor. All rights reserved.

"Oh, Marcie, Marcie, Marcie! What I am going to do without you? I'm going to have to go back to my boring old life! So many times I thought you were going to give me a heart attack, but I wouldn't have missed any of it."

A proposal ends in a vocabulary lesson.

. . . I can trust you to behave, can’t I?”

*No!* my mind shouted, even as I calmly said, “Yes, of course.”

. . . I used to think you would be the father of my children, but now you look like you want to be the mother.”

" But, I am a boy!" screamed Jill.

"You don't look like one now" laughed Tracy.

"What am I going to do for a month?

"You are an attractive girl. You can figure it out" said Tracy

Chapter 5

"Jill"

Jill screamed in frustration as she tried to draw a straight line with her eyeliner pencil. Tracy knew she would have to

The mothers of Kristie and Diana arrived together, and I found myself giving the most craven, self-abasing apologies I could muster. I was sure that both women would have been quite happy to claw me to bits and roast me over a barbecue, but the principal wisely kept me out of striking distance.

The girls returned to class, their mothers returned home, and I wondered whether their fathers owned any firearms. They certainly knew where I lived.

"If I was your father, and I knew that a group of boys got you to go to a place like this with them, well —" he sighed. "Let's just say I would be less than happy."

As we passed the other tables, I was very aware of the stares I was getting. Did everyone know I was a boy? Would they lynch me if they found out?

As I looked around at their sullen faces, I suddenly felt like Wendy from Peter Pan in the midst of the Lost Boys. "I could tell you a story," I wanted to say, but of course I didn't.

" Was I really meant to be a girl?" wondered Michelle.

"Would I be happier as a girl or a boy? I am so confused."

Michelle had asked herself so many questions over the last few days.

She rolled over on her pillow and cried herself to sleep.

Set in the near future Timmy and Lucy are a normal couple like so many other couples of their generation. However, with the new Rejuve drug reversing the ageing process and also reversing masculine and feminine characteristics Women are gaining power! Men are now seen as cute little feminine things and much to Timmy's dismay men's and women roles are now completely reversed. This story follows poor Timmy's descent into femininity along with his fellow men.

Authors note.

. . . Why aren’t you sleeping with him?” he asked as we shared coffee one morning. It’s quite clear he’s got a huge crush on you. Guys like me wouldn’t even be here, if you just got in bed with him.”

“I’m not gay,” I responded evenly, . . .and I’m married and hope to stay that way.”

“You mean you got yourself a woman who wants you to be a woman too?”

“Well, not exactly.”

. . . Were you two really in the changing room together?"

Their voices became too soft to hear, until I heard Courtney say, "No, not yet. But I bet they will be soon though."

All 10-year-old Michael wanted to do was to wear the prettiest dress he ever saw; he knew he’d look so lovely in it, but he was frightened that it was wrong and maybe even a sin.

"Why is this here?" I asked.

"Who the hell knows?" Ryan replied. "Do you know what a chimney climb is?"