Sensational Swimwear - It’s My Party
by: Lesley Renee Charles

Lesley was upset after catching her boyfriend, Johnny fondling her ex-friend Judy at Lesley’s 16th birthday party. She wanted to get even with them for hurting her and betraying her trust. She wanted them to suffer for a long, long time. She decided to go window shopping at the stores downtown. As she walked along she noticed a new store, Sensational Swimwear.

(Not insignificant re-write February 9, 2015)

First day of term, first class, gym teacher’s office.

There's a knock on the door and Tom, my best friend, enters.

-Hi Dave, is Mr Ferguson around?
- He’s already out there warming up.
- I see your little sister is taking ballet this year.

The aisles of the warehouse store wound around like a worm committing self-abuse. High up on one shelf sat a fifty-five gallon drum. All frosty white and silver on a midnight blue and black background, letters spelled out "Winter" like that was the name of a new energy drink.

"Why would anyone want a can of Winter that big?" asked little Jodie.

Espionage!

Fiction by Johnny Cumlately.

A cold war spy plot that went wrong!

Boris was born in Kostroma, an industrial town on the banks of the Volga River, some distance north of Moscow. His father was Russian, a marine engineer, but his mother was English, so he was brought up to be bilingual. His father had been seconded to a British company involved in building a large oil exploration platform and had met and married his mother while there. As a very young lad, Boris had naturally wavy fair hair and was small for his age, so that he was sometimes mistaken for a girl.

The Beach House

This has got to be the craziest thing I've ever done.

I've been dressing for quite some time. I've been to parties and functions with friends dressed.

I'd been seeing a therapist for a few months. She had done a good job helping me sort things out. Am I a crossdresser? Am I transgendered?

Am I "a woman trapped in a man's body?" I could use every cliche in the book to describe the fact that I've struggled with my gender identity since I was in elementary school, maybe younger.

Told a tale on me................

Lipstick on your collar

by WannabeGinger

(with apologies to Connie Francis)

It was a dark and stormy night
...no, no, no that’s no
way to start a story.

A long time ago, and far, far away . . .

You might have heard the story of the twins. Mother had died in childbirth, father, well, nobody wanted to talk about him much. They were separated, raised in very different environments.

One, a boy named Luke, was taken to a palace. The girl, named Lea, was taken to a dessert. But that’s only the beginning .

Dear God

I wrote this story probably in 2000 and published it in 2001 on Storysite. At the time, I don't think I had any idea where life would take me; certainly not to transition. It is true, and short. This really did happen to me.

Swan Song by: Credence Browne (Now Gwen Brown)

I stood on the seat of the couch, looking out the window, wanting to go outside. Pointing outside, I began talking in my little child's voice. "I want to go mom." I said.

GRASP THE SWORD TIGHTLY
by Dorothy Colleen

There is a sword being forged

Called “Being Male”

Forged in fires hot as the sun

The crowd has demanded

I grasp the blade

No protection

No time for it to cool

To ignore the searing pain

And the smell of my burning flesh

And wield the sword always

And they will never let me let it go

You've heard of them, you've seen them. Larger than life, beyond all reason, understanding and morality than should be allowed. Hell, you've probably held one in your hands. But this is the story of one particular family and the problems that arise when you find yourself in abundance... of stuff you don't really need.

Well, somebody mentioned writing a story centered a round a song. This one has always spoken powerfully to me.

We had been together since Junior High, but I was still scared. Make that terrified. It was the first time ever that any of my classmates would ever see me as I truly am, as I had always wanted to be. I knew I had the love of a good man, one who had wanted to have me on his arm for the Junior prom. And he’d made it clear he’d be crushed if I didn’t come this time and I loved him so much and… anyway, I said yes when he asked me.

Crystal Friend Snip 1 By Mildred Ki'Lya

This is a preview of the future of the story, I wrote this short extract on my English exam while I was bored to death just having to write something simple and too technical/real for my liking. It probably won't be included verbatim in the future of the story but it gives you an idea where it is going. Be warned, the style is very raw (no proofreading at all). I hope my teachers will still like it.