Chapter 8

When Lady Appleby came in she came over to me and enveloped me in a big hug.

“Those dresses were absolutely ideal. It’s been a couple of years since I got my picture in the magazines and here I am with two inside a few weeks.”

I thanked her and introduced May, the dressmaker and part of any future projects.

When I Come Back
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

I thought that you might like to see how I am progressing. I know that I shocked you when I told you about the real me, but I need to share with somebody who knew who I used to be, just how much I have changed.

I am staying with a bunch of girls who are just like me. It is a bit spartan as perhaps you can see, but we are all saving our pennies for you know what, and what don’t spend on rent or food or saving for surgery, gets spent on looking as good as we can, simply because that is what women do.

Hello everyone, Lajien here.

It's pretty obvious that TransSexual Syndrome (TSS) is fictional, even though some think that it's real and are being rude about it.

Anyway, I will be providing you with some information about the disorder.

1) TSS can go two ways, a child can be born a male and become a female due to this disorder and vice-versa.

2) TSS has severe psychological effects. It can cause depression and drive a person to suicide.

Dave looked sly. "I heard it involves a cheerleader."

CHAPTER 38
I sat for a while, mulling over her revelation, and in the end decided to leave it for a private moment; there was clearly so much hiding behind her words that it would have been unfair to put her on the spot in public. We ate our rice and stuff, piling up prawn shells (is that the word?), and drank far too much, as was traditional for Brits in Tenerife.

It was more than that, I realised, as I looked around the group and saw how many were staring at their plates or glasses, or simply into space, and after a while, I recognised the mood.

Guilt.

The Little Truck
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Stories from the Real World.

Author's note: This is something that happened to me a long time ago, I still think about it everyone once in a while. It's weird but one specific moment sticks in my mind more than anything else, and it is not what you would expect. This isn't one of those s.e.x. stories that I am slightly good at, just a little remembrance, just a little dip back into the 80s when music was better and everyone was cooking for me. Hope YOU like it...

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A college girl enjoys a weekend to herself while everyone in the house is away on vacation, doing things that she would never do with her family around.

“No.” Natalie stated firmly.

“No?” The woman asked. “Why not?”

Natalie forced out a laugh. “Why not?” She repeated mockingly. “Because no program will ever help me get over the fact that my entire life was a lie that didn’t happen.”

“I know this can all be very hard to accept.” The woman said back. “But what you said is hardly the full picture-”

The Rancher’s Daughter

Chapter 1

Horace Bewley loved his wife like he loved his land. He could look at her in the same way, and thank the good Lord that he had been blessed with all that he could ever want. He had her, he had the Iron Tree Ranch, and he had 5 strong and healthy sons. He just wanted her to be as happy as he was.

“Pat is my last child,” she said. “I so wanted a daughter, but now the chance of that is gone.”

“Mrs Houston,” Nancy called to Heather while waiting for their food to arrive. Oliver wanted to ask something but was too shy to ask himself, so Nancy had to help him.

“Oliver wanted to ask if Ryan could stay over at our house tomorrow, we have already asked Conor’s mom, and she agreed,” Nancy said, looking at Ryan, who looked at his mom with his big blue eyes.

Looking into Ryan’s eyes, Heather was sure that if she was going to refuse (which was not the case here), she couldn’t say no now. How could she say no to these big cute blue, begging puppy eyes? “Of course, he can. I don’t see why not,” Heather said, much to Ryan’s joy.