If everyone is walking the same path, try another one. If nobody is walking on your path, make sure you are not lost (Ancient saying).

If a man in woman's clothing has a odd ring to it then a 6'2", 250# wolf in sheep's clothing is surely fair game for some hearty guffaws. If there is one thing serious about the situation it is that I have enjoyed bras, panties and garters for the last 20 years. I still do, but I only enjoy this apparel in the privacy of a motel room or other secluded setting. When I dress it is for the feel of the clothing and the intrinsic pleasure it brings, and this pleasure is largely separate from the rest of my life.

Olivia gets a commission and some good news.

Hmmm... I've been wandering the lands for a few years now, I've seen some odd things, let me tell you.

Oh! Who am I, you ask? Well, my momma named me Jarg, my family name is Stonefist for obvious reasons, I'd think. If the stories are true, my maternal grandpa got caught in a love spell trap by a lonely female ogre who had obtained the help of a witch in the area.

I guess it's a good thing that my family has always run to big men, but that lady ogre sure gave grandpa a rough ride for a while.

The only thing impossible for a transgender is to be pregnant and have children.

Biker Bitch
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Three: Super Glide

Cassie completes her training as an undercover operative and prepares to rejoin her Motorcycle Club the Beasts of Burden. She practices her new seduction skills on plane ride home

I think I've changed my mind. I'm flexible, I can be convinced by reasoned argument. I wouldn't want to be considered dogmatic. So I must tell you my sewing machine has convinced me there is no alternative to SRS.

CHAPTER 13
I was lost in my own thoughts for the first part of the journey back, only returning to the world about me when Rhys nudged me at some lights.

“You OK, Di? Bit quiet there”

“Ah, mate, just thinking. That lad’s in a bad way”

I could read his mind as he stared at me while the red light sat before us. She’s talking rubbish, it’s not the lad, must be more, leave it for now.

I tried to fill his silence.

Things quietened down quite a bit after dad pulled that stupid stunt in the Skate Park and was beaten so easily by Melissa.

I found it hard to believe she had once been a boy, but she had no reason to lie to me, I suppose. Damn, she is one fine woman!

Only time would tell if she remembered the emails I had given her. It would be nice to talk with someone who understands.

We arrived at the local supermarket after a 5-minute drive. I vaguely remembered going here with my mother when I was very young, but what I remembered more was feeling small and vulnerable when adults surrounded me. As I grew older, the supermarket became a much less scary place, but now… things are different. 

"Whoo....Okay....i can do this...." Kaleb whispered, standing outside of the girl's restroom at school. There wasn't anybody in there, and this would be his only chance to finally enter a girl's restroom, as he never quite understood what was in there. As he was sure he heard someone approaching, he seized what could be the final opportunity and lunged into the girl's restroom and quickly jumped into a stall, shutting the door. "Whew...I'm in...." Kaleb whispered to himself, sure that the walls could hear him.

Kaleb was a 15-year old sitting in the bleachers of a gymnasium, his blue eyes watching his friend Jennifer run through her routine one final time before the competition tomorrow. He watched intently as she lept, twirled, twisted, and flung herself through a flawless set, a sure-win for the grand trophy. Clearly exhausted, the girl composed herself then ran over to her boyfriend with the largest smile on her face.

"Did you see all that?", Jennifer asked, obvious excitement and pride evident on her face.

A Second Chance

By Dawn Natelle