This is a small confession from a guy. He trusted me because of my unusual sexual orientation, as a sfenist. I decided to post here his confession because it can help other people experiencing similar feelings regarding crossing strict rules. I will use for him a fictional name, Ivan.

This is what he said:

A Christmas Party - part 6


Bob gets invited to his office's Christmas Party. His colleagues convince him that life is more fun in a dress.

In this part; Bobbi spends time with Jordan.

A Switcher Tale...

CHAPTER 32 - It's perfectly okay to make a decision and then change your mind. Being able to change your mind is the best way to find out you still have one.

All the work I post here is in its first draft format. I do this so that you can still read what I'm writing and so you have a reason to buy my books when they are edited and published, alongside supporting me as a person of course.

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Authors Note: I apologize for how short this one is.

Rairy Contrary - Chapter 3 - Prejudice

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Second Life
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I thought we were happy. I am not sure that any marriage was perfect, but I thought we were happy. I just could not understand why he would disappear and leave me and the boys behind.

It was the day after we returned from holidays together. For some reason he had not had a haircut for months and had grown what for him was a fairly substantial beard. He had said that he was going in to town to have a haircut and a proper shave before starting back at work the day after. He just never came back.

Who's the pretty boy?

 
Bian -27-
Yield the Door!
 
by Erin Halfelven

Please note this is a fictional and is just a story.

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I had been waiting a while for my sister (Caitlin) to get home from work. shes a bit older than I am and has been working at a clothes shop for a while. Unfortunately for me she's booked the week for early finishes so she can keep an eye on me for the week.

Mirror Talk
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

As I was about to sit down. I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my balls. A searing pain in both, at the same time. My hand went immediately to my groin. But no, there was nothing there. Just the slit below my trimmed bush, with the nubbin poking out between the folds. No balls. Long gone.

You are bigots, not just your people, but all of the alliance’s peoples, no better than the invaders. Many of our spiritual leaders are mentally of one sex living in the body of the other, and over the centuries you have burnt many of them alive. To this day it is an offence under your law for them to even exist.