Tracy looked around the room. The room was big enough to fit two twin sized beds in it, plus a desk, thin, but tall dresser, bookcase and a bean-bag chair. Tracy pondered moving things around for a moment, but then decided against it. “I don't want to change your house all around.”

Frank got down on one knee and looked her in the eyes. “Tracy, this is your house, till your parents get here. You want to nail the beds to the ceiling, we'll do it. I don't know if it will hold, but we'll do it.” She giggled at the thought of a bed on the ceiling.

Thanks to Djkauf for the editing

Away from Oroville, free at least. Here is a short chapter, with a few guest stars.

ratings and warning are up for assualt on a minor, but fear not, it's not Tracy this time.

Dottie’s Sleepover - A Jaci and Dottie Story

“Can I have a sleepover, Tante?”

Ian Macpherson celebrating his 60th birthday with a trip to Scotland, finds himself on a dark and mist covered moor. Will soon be Lost in the Mists of Time

The evening is not yet dark enough for headlights as a red blur passes by. The grass on the verge of the road barely moves from its passing. The deer drinking its water in the ditch looked up after its passing looked around and went back to drinking.

“Dad? Do you mind?” Maggie asked her father.

“Also, I haven't seen Shelly in almost ten years.” Bernice admitted. “I've missed her being around all the time, like when we lived in Castro Valley, when you were Tracy's age.”

Big thanks to Djkauf for the edits

A big one this time. Tracy on the day of her departure. William at work. And a surprise visit from Molly Hallmark

Shift HAPPENS By Misha Nova

You never know just who holds your key.
Some times acts of kindness and love have far reaching effects that echo and ripple through the lives of all that act touches. And then something magical takes place, A SHIFT HAPPENS

So this is my first work of "fiction" and I don't have an editor so Please be kind. It's based loosely on a dream I had. I am writing it in chapters because I don't know how the whole thing will play out yet but I felt the need to post it. Chapter two is longer then the first and it was supposed to come tomorrow since my muse had abandoned me, but just when I thought I was going to bed she came back.

Part Five of Five

It was a rainy day in 1982. : 5
By Dawn_Smith_1972 as written
by Barbara Lynn Terry

Part I - The dinner discussion.

"Do you need help in the kitchen, mom?"

"Well, I don't know. Do you know how to set the table?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to do that, while I get the things together that we are having for dinner?"

"Yes, mom. Thank you."

What a good boy…Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Sophie and the whole thing really got into my head. I worked on my boxing bag last night until my hands and wrists were aching and my knees and shins were sore. I’m not really trained like for real but I’m sort of into kick boxing.

I had a long bath and spent another three hours in front of my Xbox trying to get things out of my head.

Really, c’mon I was obsessing over this like some girl. I might have the part but not the brain.

Thanks to Djkauf for the edits

Continuing once more, this time we say goodbye to an old friend.

Also, due to not wanting to give away the good parts, there is no teaser this time.

More of Tracy, the Girls, The Parents and the rest.

Betty Smith’s Transgender School

The court system has classified me as “Class 31”. Which means my mother has full control over me. I have been in courts many times -- I guess this is like throwing me in jail. The State will pay all costs to have me re-educated, they say. Not sure what that means.

My mother and I just left my doctor where the doctor gave me four shots. I was feeling very relaxed when my Mom told me of my new life because of the Court ruling me “Class 31”.

A group of adventurers come through the town of Raven's Crossing and bring a curse with them.

Previously… Mom said thanks. I joked, “Don’t thank me yet, I’ve just started being your daughter. I still want to know more about those feelings and being a girl. You haven’t begun to tell me how to do it or about birth control.” … “Being a girl is what you should be about; you don’t ‘do it’.”

Mom and I had a long discussion. When we were done I went to my room and Dad and Mom got together. I heard Mom say, “This child better be a boy.” Mom, I learned preferred girls but I got her to question that.