[At a Conference Centre in Birmingham (UK)]

“Ready for your big day?” asked Garth Samson.
He was waiting to be called onto the stage to deliver the keynote speech of the conference.
Their friend, Sally Jameson had organised the event for the Foundation that Garth had set up almost a year earlier. This was their first big event since the launch of the enterprise.

Jools

By Kelly Blake

Kaylie starts experiencing a wider range of relationships and earns more about how the Feminists used technology to defeat the patriarchy.. At the summer science intensive Kaylie meets another Special Boy who experienced a different transition path.

Janegirl Camp
Chapter 4
Copyright 2021 by Heather Rose Brown

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Zoom Doom 3
by
Angharad.
It was Sunday morning and Beth, who'd spent all her waking and sleeping hours as a girl since her mother discovered her secret, was taking extra care with her hair and makeup. She'd borrowed her mum's heated rollers and Debbie's old curling tongs. It wasn't going to plan exactly. Her makeup was easy enough but her hair just wouldn't do what she wanted, though being rather new to girl's hairstyles, she wasn't exactly sure what she wanted.

“You didn’t break your foot by kicking your boyfriend, did you?” he asked.

Charlie and Chloe finally recover their children but the UQ colonel is still at large.

Pan European Gynocracy part 2. Sweetboy

A feminised male has sex with his mistress, all is not as it seems.

I followed a young looking mal that was trying hard to keep up with a stern looking woman with a blue rinse. He was carrying four bags of shopping and looked like he was having problems walking in his black shinny stiletto heels.

“Keep up Timmy dear, you don’t want the police to catch you out after dark again. You know what happened last time.”
“But I’m with you mummy, they won’t arrest me again will they?”

Picked Up
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

It was a late model Corvette – electric blue. It pulled over close to the fountain and the passenger window whirred down.

“Are you Jake?” The question seemed wrong, but this was the redhead in the short black skirt and heels. She was examining her long hair and looked up to speak to him.

“Yes, I am. Who are you?” Her voice was incongruous. Masculine but not completely male.