CHAPTER 14
I put those thoughts behind me as we moved on once more. It hadn’t been so very long since I had clambered out of that window and over the barbs topping the boundary wall, and my head was still spinning with the changes that had ensued.

For good or bad, but obviously the former in my view, Lorraine and Ken had both accepted me as what I felt I had always been, despite the physical reality. There was no way they could ever have been in doubt about that, considering how much of my body they had seen. Seen and healed, in Lorraine’s case.

Mein Name ist Jess.

Ich bin ein 17 Jahre alter Junge, der einfach durchschnittlich ist.

Ich sehe nicht besonders gut aus und komme bei den Mädchen auch nicht sonderlich gut an.

Was mich allerdings schon immer fasziniert hat, sind Badeanzüge.

Zum Glück weiß nur niemand davon, sonst wäre das Gelächter in der Schule ziemlich groß.

Die Mädchen sehen in ihren Badeanzügen im Schwimmunterricht immer so geil aus, dass ich meine Erektion bei diesem Anblick immer wieder schwer zurückhalten muss.

Chapter Two - Hell Motel

Tranny on the run with a suitcase full of cash is a dish two young robbers can't resist. Rachel has to escape the Motel unharmed and is still unaware that she is being tracked by Tony Leotardo's henchman Steve Marshall. She also is slowly becoming aware of her sexuality as a trans woman.

The carrion crew aren’t the nicest of folk. They’re all vultures from the wrong side of the tracks and I’m not much better. I’m a bit brighter and can actually read, and I do, but that’s about the limit of our differences.

Chapter 3

Clara was in a sorry state when I first met her. The doctor went through her list of injuries and it was quite obvious that she was lucky to be alive. Her face was completely untouched but both arms and legs had various fractures and the most serious injuries were to her ribs because they pierced her left lung. If they had brought her to me when she was first injured I think she would have died. Nothing that I can do is that quick.

“So,” Ms. Trace said, folding her hands atop the conference table as she regarded us smugly. “You’re telling me that after all of this, you’re not unable to produce Audrey, you’re just unwilling.”

“Correct,” Aleah nodded.

“She’s going through a lot right now,” I added. “If the chapter can’t stand on its own, without her, then so be it.”

I don’t deal with that type of woman because, one they are gross and treat one like something they scraped off their shoe, and two it’s dangerous. You can end up dead for the least perceived slight or failure of service.