As we are liberated
from our own fear,
our presence automatically
liberates others.

--Nelson Mandela
{1994 Inaugural Speech}

College Fees - Chapter 8 by Susan Louise Montague

She began to dream and in that dream the thought of what it must be like to be fully female came back to her, a thought for the moment she wouldn’t dare to dwell on while awake.

"You know, this stuff is pretty good!" I said as I fumbled through using chopsticks.

"I thought you would," Marie said. "I'm glad your mom let you come with me to this place. I used to come here with some friends when I was in college."

It was a small Chinese restaurant where Marie said we would get the full effect.

"You know, you're nothing like what mom used to let us think you were like," I said. "You're really cool."

"Thanks," Marie said. "I can understand how your mom feels. But I'm really glad she's letting us get to know each other better."

Storms: an angry night

She'll Be Comin' Down The Street When She Comes
by Barbara Lynn Terry

She'll be comin' down the street when she comes
She'll be comin' down the street when she comes
She'll be comin' down the street when she comes
She'll be comin' down the street, She'll be comin' down the street
When she comes

She'll be driving a white Mercedes when she comes
She'll be driving a white Mercedes when she comes
She'll be driving a white Mercedes when she comes
She'll be driving a white Mercedes, She'll be driving a white Mercedes
When she comes

We'll all stand to greet her when she comes

This chapter describes Melanie's final discovery of Martina's true nature and then relates the exciting times they had sharing their bodies menage a trois with Beatrice.
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Martina’s Story
Chapter 4

List of Characters.

Myself. Martina, A sexually dysphoric child whose sexuality has not yet been ascertained but who chooses to present as a girl

The Fairy Bride

by Birion

What do you do when a fairy asks you to find a bride for his prince?

Life in a production company, like Toboggan to Nowhere Productions, was far from glamorous. Mostly they produced crappy adds or videos for local businesses. However, the rise of reality shows introduced the possibility of striking it rich with the right idea. One night, while eating take-out in front of her television, Colleen Kowalchuk found herself on Discovery Channel watching Mike Rowe catch leeches, when she got an idea. The next Monday she was presenting it to her boss, Winston.

The Staff of Atlantis

by Birion

James Thompson was an archaeology professor with dreams of Indiana Jones. But his latest treasure may be too much for him...

The Mother in Me

By
Erin Amelia Fletcher

The two stared at one another for moments, like ready for high noon, and yet just reading one another.

The Warlock, said ‘any last words?!’

‘This is for my mothers’ stated Nathan, as he stretched out his hand and began to execute the Warlock once and for all.

Jaye Michael

PART THREE: REVOLUTION

Chapter Nineteen: Inquirendo

You can tell a lot about a fellow’s character
by his way of eating jellybeans.
– Ronald Reagan

A woman is like a tea bag.
Only in hot water do you realize how strong she is.
– Nancy Reagan

Happy Mother's Day. This chapter is a day early in honor of mothers, and those who wish to be mothers, everywhere.

“Alex. It’s just one night. No one will ever know but us. Please, I’m begging you, do this for me?”

I didn’t say yes. I didn’t say no. I didn’t nod or shake my head. I just let Lara slip my athletic socks off my feet and, one after the other, slide the high-heeled shoes into place.

They fit like they were made for me.

This chapter simply continues Martina's passage through school and describes some of the adventures she experiences.

Just a nice tittilating story.
Enjoy,
Bev.

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Martina’s Story

Chapter 3

List of Characters.

Myself. Martina, A sexually dysphoric child whose sexuality has not
yet been ascertained but who chooses to present as a girl.

Dreaming of Cheers Standing Up to Life: Book 3 Part 13 of 23 by Tiffany Shar

Intro by Carla Ann

“Tiffany, I’ve asked you how everything is going with people and the activities you’re involved in, but you haven’t mentioned how you are coping with everything.” She emphasized the ‘you,’ when she asked that.

“Well, better than I was last year,” I started. “Way better than last year… I have a lot of friends now, and I’m not getting picked on every day.” I saw her eyes boring into me looking for something else. “Alright, I don’t know how I’m doing right now.” I told her honestly.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Well for one I’m really tired of everyone guessing I’m five if I wear the wrong clothes.” I told her hesitantly. I was sure my parents had filled her in with everything anyway, “Tuesday was pajama day. Mom and I had found some cute pajamas with feet on them that would fit Amy and me, so we wore them for pajama day. We really did look cute dressed like that, and I was having a lot of fun with it. That was until the sub in English class thought that I was someone’s little sister that had come them to school that day.”

I was really surprised Dr. Reynolds didn’t laugh about it, but I continued, “Then the next day the whole squad was wearing shortalls and our hair done in pigtails and I looked to be about five again. One of my best friends even brought a doll to school to play a joke on the sub that we’d had. I don’t think she knew that it really upset me though. I’m not five, I’m twelve! Amy has grown about five inches here in the last couple months, but I’m still the same height I was last year. It’s good for cheerleading stuff because people can toss me so easily… but…” I was doing my best to not go into tears over all of this. “as long as we’ve got my puberty stopped then I won’t be doing much growing. That’s all on top of the fact that I’m never going to be able to have periods like my friends… and I’m stuck with this stupid thing between my legs,” I told her with a great deal of exasperation. “I’m so tired of having to look at it, or hide it, every time I turn around. I know you can’t do anything about it till I’m eighteen – but I wish it could be gone now!” I had gone to tears now.