“Okay, listeners, we have a sad story here…” Jane Bronte, hosted her usual radio show on a Sunday morning, playing pop classics that no one could remember, interspersed with audience participation.
Easy As Falling Off A Hospital Bed.
by Bonzi
part: 373
I sat in the chair trying not to move too much, the bruising I'd received from falling off the bed was now becoming painful, and even breathing was hurting. I think I'd probably bashed some ribs a little too hard. If by non-disclosure, I was going to get out of the hospital, I would keep my suffering to myself.
Rikki sat at another short table in the nicely furnished quarters the Battle axe had provided for him. Most of the furniture was sized for dwarves, but fortunately the dwarves replaced the bed with one that he could sleep in without his legs hanging over the end.
“Thank you Battle-axe, for joining us.” Rikki nodded to the dwarf. “We have a few internal matters do address then we’d love to make plans for some fighter practice tomorrow.”
“Aye, we look forward to it as well, Captain.” The Battle-axe nodded.
By Swishy Michael Taylor was a 17-year-old boy living in a town in Australia. Something happened and he found himself on a path to becoming a 17-year-old girl. This is a story about an ordinary teenager that had something extraordinary happen to him and how he tried to cope.
Easy As Getting Back On A Bike.
by Bonzi (Mum's out riding)
part: 31 doz.
It was friday morning and I was laying on top of my bed trying to read Cycling Weekly while I waited for the decision from the consultant. Two of the women with whom I shared the four bed unit were talking at volume and were making it harder to concentrate.
Easy As Falling Off A Bike - Hard As Landing On The Road!
by Angharad & Bouncing Bonzi
part 371.
The next few days were as boring as before, perhaps more so as I was staying awake more of the time. Stella came in every day in time for Dr Kelly's coffee break or lunch. If he was busy, she stayed and chatted with me.
I had been taking hormone pills that I had bought on the internet for about 6 months now. Things had been easy to hide for the first few months, nothing major happened. Hell, I haven’t even told my parents yet. How can I tell them? I mean, what would I start by saying?
“Hey mum, hey dad, I’m not your son, I’m really your daughter despite being born a boy and being called Mark.”
"Remember, girls, what I told you when you first came onboard. If we're all going to get through this, we've got to stick together, help one another, and you've got do what you're told. If you want to ask questions or discuss things, or if think you've got a better idea, leave it till tomorrow. We've got to move fast."
What better way to have a summer romance than to use the most common historical place and time used by romance novelists, London, during the Regency period. In this case November 1814 to after Waterloo.
"My life isn't so much back to normal after all, because even though everybody knows, and everybody knows everybody knows, I still wound up doing something totally weird this morning."
“Are you all right?” Dani greeted her with concern. “They’re saying you were hit in the head and split open your stitches and were going to have to go back to the ER to get staples put in and stuff.”
It seemed that apart from recuperation, my purpose in being in hospital was to set up a dating agency. This wasn't just because of Neal and Trish, but someone else who should be a little better known to you.
Edited By Nora Adrienne with Special Thanks To Terry Naut and to Heather Rose Brown for the Illustration!
Has a young boy, Kelly found love and acceptance from his Father who loved him dearly and saw that Kelly was very special. But his Father was taken away all too soon, leaving a distraught Kelly with out a Father. But he soon found solace in family friends and found dressing in tops and shorts like his friend Julie to be a comfort to him.
Then dressing as a girl on Halloween one year, Kelly found the girl within him. Growing up with his best friends, Julie and Johnny had been his best friends, and remained such as Kelly begins upon a road of discovery and revelation.
Then because of a school physician's accident, Kelly is given medicine that causes him to develop and mature like his Mother. His family and friends help him to cope with the changes in his body as he grows more feminine.
His Mother, always working has left her son in the care of her best friends, the Woods.
After a football game she finally sees her son as a girl and discovers that Kelly is was in love with his best friend.
From a night of passion he starts on his journey into completion, that sees them both over coming their fears. After a night of passion that leads to heartbreak, Kelly's journey leads him into to discovering things about herself, finally ending in a love that Kelly had never dreamed possible.
The next several days were spent partly sleeping, having the odd test and pill or receiving visitors. Apart from Simon, Stella and Tom, I had one or two from uni come in to say hello, including Pippa and Neal, the latter bringing me in a framed photo of Spike for me to keep on my locker.
"...and mostly we ignored the movie, and Lisa whispered jokes about Zack, and I denied them, and she told me about two boys that she likes: a cute one and a nice one, and I said go for nice -- unless he's totally gross. (Right answer for a girl?)"
Chapters 24 - 25. The continuing story of Jason, a young boy that is coming to terms with his transgender nature, and his mostly supportive family.
Emily broke free of her mother’s hand and ran into the living room, seeing Jason she stopped in her tracks. “Jason! Oh… You look so pretty in that dress.”
Easy As Breathing On a Ventilator.
by Angharad.
part:367
I felt like I was floating in treacle. Sometimes the light would be there and sometimes it was dark. I wondered if the darkness finally had got me. Something in my brain kept telling me, ‘it wasn’t over,’ then I’d float some more.
For a Very Special Girl on her birthday–I hope you’re having a wonderful day, poppet
At Aunt Greta’s–
Farah, Bryony & The B.B.C.
by Gabi
Chapter 15 of a Continuing Saga…
We waved them goodbye as Mrs Rose drove off and then returned to the house where Farah and I went back up to my room. Everything had been left neat and tidy.
‘I hope everything goes okay for Bryony at the doctor’s,’ I said. ‘It’s not going to be easy for her having to pretend to be a boy at school and only being a girl at home and the weekends.’
Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad & Hampshire Air Ambulance
part:366 leap year?
Author's Note: I wasn't going to continue this story, thinking it had run its course and 365 episodes is enough for most people. However, I had emails and PMs (not PMS!)which convinced me otherwise. Also I couldn't spoil a special person's birthday, so here's the next one.
Angharad.
statment by Kathy Peterson
I know that there is no way that I can take back what I did to my brother so many years ago. The only thing that I can say is that at the time, I was 14 and had just lost both of my parents in a terrible plane crash. We both were given into the custody of our older brother who didn’t care about anything. When he hooked up with this mean blonde, she gave me many ideas how to torment my brother. I was 14 and wanted to take my anger out on someone and he was the littlest.
To my shame, I did take my anger out on him. I know there is no way that I can take back what I did to him and every day now, I am sorry that I hurt him. His life was ruined by what I did but my only defense was that there was also Sandra. If it wasn’t for her then the abuse on my brother would never have went as far as it did. It was fun for about three years, but into the fourth year I started having very serious reservations about the cruelties I had inflicted on my little brother. But by then, all of the damage was already done and we had a broken slave girl.
I was actually happy that she was rescued from us for I knew even if I went against Sandra’s wishes that Sandra wouldn’t stop hurting her. I was happy she might be able to live her own life. But I kept feeling the need to see her, and apologize for my part in the evil and to beg her forgiveness. I know it was stupid to break into her new home, but I needed to tell her face to face how sorry I was.
"...Marsh, I mean, I know lots of boys do babysit, but they don't brag about it. They would wear shirts that say "World's Best Lawn Mower," or something. Right?"
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