As I walked down the stairs of Theobalds Grove station, I felt scared and thrilled. I was a girl. I had seen my reflection I really looked pretty. All the same I was waiting for someone to leap at me and scream;

“Look, that boy is wearing a dress!”

As we walked down the high street, with my hand in my mothers, I realised nothing was going to happen. She looked down at me and smiled.

Posting this story is ... an act of defiance. It's a refusal to hide what I've hidden from others, as well as myself. But it's a dark story. So please, please, be careful. If you think reading about bad things happening to someone might hurt or harm you in any way, the please don't read this.

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Sorry about the delay, 'puter problems.

Charlie get's established back in an occupation he favours most, working with the practical STEM industries while simultaneously advancing humanity's understanding of gravity.

He also gets involved in the political movement to return universal human rights to all genders but this is more by accident than design.

I stood there like an idiot as they all walked over to the car.

The main entrance to the gym is blown off its hinges. Several guys charge into the gym tossing flash bombs and smoke grenades. Hatter and Shade were watching from their hiding spots. The two of them were wearing the specialized helmets that they used with their motorcycles.

The flash bombs and smoke didn’t bother them at all. They watched as eight men came into the gym. They were armed with rifles, wearing body armor and helmets. They watched as the men use hand signals to communicate with one another.

With apologies to the Bard, "Some are born sissies, some achieve it and some have it thrust upon them." A mother uses a behavioral modification program to turn her teenage son into a sissy with an unexpected ending. The sexual rating is for the subject matter. A different genre than I usually write.

I was still living and working permanently as Lexie, regularly going out with Jim, and it was becoming a strain trying to avoid a physical relationship. I still had not told him that I was still a man, despite my appearance and the way I acted, and was not inclined to test him with a proposal for a gay relationship, but my life as a man was becoming a distant memory.