My alarm woke me up, much as every morning. I dragged out of bed and headed to the shower, to start another day. I enjoyed my morning shower, it allowed me to tune my voice for the coming day and put on the body lotions I liked. I didn’t like the negative thoughts that seemed to go with it though, but they had always been with me, so I mostly ignored them. Still, it is disconcerting to hear yourself say “I’m so tired of being a girl.” especially when it is not true.

My name is Stacy. It wasn’t always my name, but I liked it well enough after I transitioned from being Stan.

“Jamie?” I ask as I open the door. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here,” Jamie says breathlessly, “because I love you, Stuart.” My legs start to wobble as I hear the words I’ve longed to hear, but in my head, I know what I’m hearing is too good to be true. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, steadying my nerves before replying.

“You love me… but?” I ask.

Torulf gets a shock when the bodies are inspected the following morning. Later, an extraordinary meeting of all the attending rulers is convened to discuss the future of the states who make up the Great Valley. Garia offers Torulf a way out of his predicament before visiting the range with some of those from Blackstone. On their way back to the hotel Bleskin has an unpleasant encounter.

Somewhere Else Entirely

by Penny Lane

134 - Congress

Germany, November 1938. The country is about to go to war. There is hate because of the "traitors" of the first world war. How is a father going to keep his son from the sickness?

Note: The poem below is my response to the poem, “The morning after I killed myself”, by Meggie Royer.

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My point being, that we must focus on cause and effect.

There is always a reason for someone committing suicide. Suicide can be over a minor reason. Or, a major reason.

But, if we only focus on the aftermath, and forget the reasons for these suicides, we do a disservice to both those whom have committed suicide, and those that are left behind.

Chapter Two: Thanks for the memories

Belinda clutched at her head as dizziness struck her. The world about her was fading, fading into a mass of blurred colours. Dimly through the haze she felt her knees strike soft turf as her legs gave way under her.

“Stefan, help!”

“It’s all right, I promise; this will be a memory coming back.”

No, this isn’t a memory, I can feel myself fading, going to another time, another place.

Belinda shut her eyes. Brian opened them.

Melanie's first school day as a girl, in a school that is rather different from her old one.

I was born in Derbyshire England I was a 14yr old gothic outsider teen boy until I met a Amazon cheerleader who changed my life ever thing in my life was going to change my name Brendon Patterson at the moment this is my life my story to now but I will become princess Izabella on planet Called Amazonia Earth in year 2232

chapter 7 my life as her royal highness of Amazonia Princess Izabella Jamison

When two friends have the same dream that tells them how to swap bodies, homely and insecure Pam asks beautiful vivacious Rose if she will swap for one day - just to help her sort her life out. But when Rose agrees and turns into Pam, becoming short and ugly, her friend doesn't seem all that keen to change back.

A dark tale of female to female transformation.

THE FAVOUR

By Emma Finn

1

Martin/Melanie's admissions interview at Teresa's school.

*Before…

It’s a flagship too like The Apollo but it really isn’t.

Long but with top and bottom sleek beveled armor and it looks sleek and then there’s the grand tower of the bridge and then there’s these huge arms/bridging sections that come off of it and extend out to these pods and each of these pods is like casing and FTL protections for smaller combat warships that it’s carrying.

Like sixteen of them in the two kilometer length ready to detach and disengage at will and that’s not even coming close to the hundred plus meter middle strip of the ship between the plate that is literally turrets and weapons and landing and fighter bays.

You know you’re really becoming part of the military culture when you see something like that and you smile.

I smiled because we were so close we could amplify to visual and see it in detail.

Heck I didn’t know what I was seeing with everything until I heard the watch commander talking about it with definite reverence.

The sound of someone who served on something like that.

I want to serve maybe on something like that.

*And Now…