WHERE

by

Jacqueline

It`s bitter cold I`ve been chasing the mysterious figure throw the snow for 2 days and never quite get close enough to see who it is.

Whoever it is seems to be running for their very life, but if they don`t stop they`re going to die a painful death or a lingering one.

There is a high cliff about twenty miles in front, if they take the path they`ll end up on the moors were very few people live.

Whoever it is had taken the path, there are no trees for many miles and the land under the blanket of snow is just heather cobered peat bog.

White Skates

Small boy holds on to his mother’s hand, as they navigate the store, looking for the right place. Soon, they are in sporting goods, and the two of them join the small group of boys and girls and harried parents getting new skates.

“I want white skates, momma.” The small boy practically whispers.

“White skates are for girls.” She says, and sits him down so the salesclerk can measure his feet. Soon they are stuffed into black skates, and the mother says “Now you’ll be able to play hockey.”

Empty Cups

She put on her bra, and sighed . It didn’t fit, couldn’t fit, because she had nothing to fill it with. She could still remember the first time she had wore one as a young boy. She had snuck into her mother’s room and put it on. She realized she had the same problem now as she had then, nothing to fill the empty cups. The only outfit of her mother’s that had looked “right” was her bathing suit, as it had a padded top.

This little piece was 'inspired' by the movie of the same name. Actually I'm not really sure inspired is the word I'm looking for as I couldn't finish watching it. Written several years ago I still think it's one of my best little short stories along with Heat Wave

To: [email protected]
From: Kat432578@ gmail.com
Re: here we go.

Well, Marisa, everything is good to go for my big day tomorrow morning. I have to be at the clinic at seven in the morning. You wanted details, and I’ll give you as many as I can.

It was Monday and I was sitting in class and sweating in my hot, woolen pants.

I don't know what is was that night but I decided to read the ads in Craig's List. After the painful death of my wife I have not been looking for someone.

The Last word.

By

Jacquimac

I never asked for this life but I had to live it, ever since I told everyone that I was trangendered you failed to even try to understand. I could never please you whatever I did, I never harmed or caused anyone to be harmed but you had to ensure that harm came my way. I never asked much only that you could accept me the person I was on the inside. You caused me to be humiliated by everyone I knew so much I had to leave.

It has been a long day of meetings,

A Visit to Canada

I bring to you a transcription of my conversation with a visitor to my country:

Alien Visitor (AV): Greetings!

Me: Welcome to Canada. You’ve arrived at an exciting time. We’re having a federal election.

AV: Ah, yes. I’ve heard of these. You’re picking your head of state.

Me: Nope.

AV: No?

Me: No. Would you like to know who our head of state is?

AV: Lay it on me, sister.

Me: The queen of England.

AV: Are you pulling my leg?

Me: Honest.

AV: How does that work?

Where to begin is often the most difficult thing to sort out, but sometimes the best way to begin. For as long as I could remember, and having my first thoughts of why I wasn't like the others was when I hit puberty, or around twelve years old. I seen girls and saw how pretty they were, with long hair and breasts and somehow I knew I was plain jane as it were and could not catch their attention. I wanted to look like them, to have a body like theirs and be pretty

The Stroke prevention program by allexcited69
This is another story that deals with Femdom, Chastity, Mind Control, Tease and Denial. It’s a ceremony for the limp-dick dreamers that long for beautiful Mistresses. All names have been changed to protect the Innocent and that of the beautiful Mistresses and their maid-servants. This is their story and is meant for reading by adults open to new possibilities and life-styles.
..’’To the man who only has a hammer. Everything he encounters begins to look like a nail...’’
Abraham Maslow

How is it that I get the electric bill for the prior tenant of this temporal space?

As is my late afternoon habit I tuned into the local, talk radio station, yes that one that in the low 600 kilohertz region of the dial.
 

Wednesday, March 30, 2011Random thoughts
Tonight, I started reflecting on phrases that I got tired of growing up.

Phrase 1: Boys don't play with that. Got that one every time I asked for a toy that was for girls. After a while, I stopped asking because I would not get it. For example, I wanted a mix and bake oven, got a toy gun instead.

Phrase 2: It is just a phase. I usually overheard this one. This was usually my mother explaining my gender dysphoric behavior to one of her friends. But no, it was not a phase just me trying to express my real self.

What did you get up to this Weekend?

by

Samantha Michelle Davies (SamanthaMD)

The scene:-
A Monday morning in an office somewhere not all that far away....

There are three women in the office.

Disclaimer: The original characters and plot of this story are the property of the author. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2011 Penny Lane. All rights reserved.

"I look like a man in a dress!" he said.

"You sound like a man in a dress," she responded, adding, "Just keep still a moment while I straighten out the hem."

I remember playing with several girls in my neighborhood when one of the girls decided that we were going to play dress-up in adult clothes.

She went to get several clothes from her parents. I remember coming back with a suit and tie and man's oxford shoes. She also had several dresses and high heel shoes from her mother. I remember being attracted to the woman's clothes, especially the high heels. They were so beautiful.