The Mexican Magician
By Ellie Dauber (c) 2015

A Mexican magician claimed that he could disappear on the count of three.

“Uno!,” he exclaimed, waving his magic wand, "Dos!" And, suddenly, he vanished in a puff of smoke.

Gone without a tres.

New love can be fun.
New love can be bad.
For a time I can’t love.
For it was a time to heel.
Now that I am felling good,
I can love again.
Now I can start a new run.
Love is fun when you find it.
Love is bad when you loss it.
Out with the old love,
And in comes a new love.
Laura is now out of my life.
Anna is now in my life.
And I’m in her life
As a new love
Witch I have not told her yet.
It will take a little more time
To say it to her
Well here it goes

The first step to woman hood

DNS
By Polyrobotics1

Laughter ,Bulling,Pain,Crying,Wishing,Hoping.Transitioning,Finally complete,Me.

THE END.

My muse woke up recently, and this dumb story about a contest jumped into my head.

This is a deranged attempt to write the shortest story that earns a kudos point.
I know, I need to get out more.

Presenting...

We were once ordinary people.

In fact a lot of us would have been regarded as freaks, outcasts.

But now, we can make a difference.

Running up that hill

My girlfriend was listening to Kate Bush, singing along, and then she stopped, and said to me, “Would you swap places with me?”

Elevator Ettiquette
Copyright 2013 by Heather Rose Brown.

In this drabble (100 word story), a transgendered woman finds herself in close quarters with a group of strangers while heading for a job interview.
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Fight like a girl

“Hey, fag, I’m gonna beat the snot out of you after school.”

“Fine, but I should warn you, I fight like a girl.”

After the fight .....

(Groans) “Uhhh...+

“I did warn you, I fight like a girl. Specifically, I fight like my sister, who does MMA.”

(more groans) “uhhh...”

Now, next week I expect you to return all the money you’ve bullied from kids, and stop bullying. Get me?”

“Give .... back ... money?”

The Wish

“Okay Genie. I want to be an All-American, I want to be on the field at the Rose Bowl game.” Carl said.

“Done!”

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"Normal": a non-rhyming poem of introspection!
( What is Normal? )

Is there a perfect time to make a wish? Is there a perfect wish to make? Jo knew the answers.

Rock Me a Little Christmas Baby
A Blue Moon Drabble

by Donna Lamb

warning may cause upset feelings in those who are fragile or transitioning something i did to not be bored , use as you wish , comments welcome blast away rues

YOU

hard choices to be made

Winter Wonders

“My lips hurt from the cold.”

“You could borrow my lip balm.”

“That’s for girls!”

“Fine. Have painful lips then.”

“Okay. Give.”

Just a little thought about long distance love...

Poema de una estrella (Poem of a star)

Like every star
You are quite far
Yes, it is quite sad,
At times it even drives me mad.

Whispers of a recent past echo in my head
Thoughts of loved ones race through and rattle endlessly
But when I see your eyes in my mind
It’s the only time I smile

A silly story about herbs.

copy right 2012 bla bla post on free sites just give me credit for doing this just something i tried to do

rues

I wept tears being called names that hit home,my eyes were red and wet.
But I know your out there waiting I just have not got to you yet.
I wish this pain would fade away to cleanse my soul I hope,
for I don't want to be like others dangling from a rope.
I hear your call its very faint and I look from whence it came.
My eyes don't see you just right now so I run screaming your name.
I am here! I am here! my new name I am scared to say

Twice the Wish

“So, you’re telling me I can have any wish I like, but my worst enemy Carl gets twice of whatever I wish for?” Robert asked the imp.

“Yes.” Said the imp.

Robert thought hard, then made his wish with a smile.

Later, pretty Bobbi was walking down the street in her new high heels, and then she stopped.

“I should go see how Carla is doing being twice the woman I am now.” She said with a smile.

After the transformation

“I’m a girl now, mom. What do we do?”

“Well, there’s one thing I wont do hon. I wont be forcing you into skirts and heels.”

“You.... wont?”

“God, no. I cant even imagine how traumatic this has been. The last thing you need is me making things worse by throwing you into the deep end of girlhood. You can be a tomboy as long as you need to.”

“Thanks. Maybe I’ll try some skirts too, and see how I feel.”

“Sounds good. Lets go shopping.”

The little girl with the auburn pigtails moved silently down the passage in the dark tower keep. She was noticably small.

Actually she is full grown its just that she is a gnome. She is dress all in dark leather that is well oiled. Her intent is simple she is hungry and she knows that the mage of this tower has some food. Not that conjured food like her sister makes. Its ok has no taste and you get hungry again after awhile. No real food like fresh sweetened goats milk, or Roasted talibuk. The thoughts of such foods made her almost drool.

After the Halloween Party

Ugh … I got to watch how much I drink, my head hurts.

But what a party?

My buddy Paul always did know how to host em …

And then there was that chick.