Is there anything that can be done for Ian – or to Ian?

He is so dreadfully macho and so unnecessarily rude and unkind - even nasty, to the girls of the neighbourhood. Perhaps more riskily, he is rude and ungracious to their mothers.

Each student had been issued a name tag with her first name in large black lettering. We were told that the tags were to be worn as part of our school uniforms. On Friday, a dark-haired girl whose tag boldly proclaimed her name to be “Lauren” sat across the table from Amie and me. Lauren had an air of smugness about her. She seemed much more interested in the two of us than she was in eating lunch, and she kept staring at us … mostly at Amie. Finally, she asked, “Where ya’ll from?”

John lay on his bed wishing it would go away. Not the bed. That thing at his crotch. It was bad enough just having it there. But it had started growing a bit. That was a bad sign, he really wasn't looking forward to puberty. But at least he hadn't started getting hairy yet. Except for small patch just above it.

It was probably wishful thinking, but he thought he was growing a little bit up top. From what he'd read on the web, it was probably just gynecomastia, but he'd take what he could get.

A criminal prosecution of a boyfriend for the rape and murder of his girlfriend is abandoned, leading to community outrage. Someone takes vengeance against the boyfriend and those who aided his freedom.

A bittersweet story concerning the end of the world about to happen, due to an impending nuclear war, within the hour.

At such a time. In such circumstances. Some people prefer to make love until the end. Some to settle scores. Most try to be with those they care for. But, a few prefer to talk, and possibly make new friends.

My alarm woke me up, much as every morning. I dragged out of bed and headed to the shower, to start another day. I enjoyed my morning shower, it allowed me to tune my voice for the coming day and put on the body lotions I liked. I didn’t like the negative thoughts that seemed to go with it though, but they had always been with me, so I mostly ignored them. Still, it is disconcerting to hear yourself say “I’m so tired of being a girl.” especially when it is not true.

My name is Stacy. It wasn’t always my name, but I liked it well enough after I transitioned from being Stan.

Note: The poem below is my response to the poem, “The morning after I killed myself”, by Meggie Royer.

http://imgur.com/4swX4N1

My point being, that we must focus on cause and effect.

There is always a reason for someone committing suicide. Suicide can be over a minor reason. Or, a major reason.

But, if we only focus on the aftermath, and forget the reasons for these suicides, we do a disservice to both those whom have committed suicide, and those that are left behind.

I sat at the vanity in my pretty, matching, pink lace bra and panties. I had lost my ability to fight against my would be captors so, with my hands in my lap, I simply sit as still as I can. The other girls whirled and whizzed around me, applying makeup and fixing my hair just right. They spun me around and gave me a good look over. Satisfied, Marcy, the obvious leader, handed me a pair of thigh high nylons and instructed me to put them on. All I could do was nod as they had done something to me and I was unable to speak.

This story is completely different from my story “Coming Out” and not in any way connected.
I usually write stories that basicly are nice. This isn't.
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It all began so well. I was coming back very satisfied from camp on a Sunday. I had made camp hell for no less than eight twelve-year-olds. One had even left before the end of camp! My personal record! Tears sweet tears. You’d think I would have been in trouble. Oh, no! I’m good! I know how to bully kids and other weak victims without exposing myself.

Chapter 39 - Daisy and Ivan Have an 'Interlude'

Linda helped Daisy pick out his dress and lingerie for the evening. Surprisingly, Linda insisted there were no need for a corset or waist cincher.

“Hey, fellow teenager!” Suriya giggles as she answers her front door and ushers me into her home.

“Your birthday was three days ago, you can’t celebrate it for the whole week!” Priya laughs at her younger sister.

I'll admit it. I shouldn't have treated her badly. But what did I do to deserve this?

Suzanne was a liberal feminist. We got along quite well for a while. Until, I complemented her. I simply stated that she had a cute butt. Since then, we hadn't talked much.

One night while my parents were away, I got wasted. I went onto Instagram and began to comment on Suzanne's pictures.

"I want to fuck you in the ass and shove my shit covered cock into your mouth, you whore!"

She replied, " WTF, Ryan!!?!?!? I thought we were friends!"

Jeff supposedly home sick was dressing in his sister’s clothes and makeup; he didn’t expect to be caught… His sister came home unexpectedly and discovering him began the blossoming of Jessie... Jeff wouldn't accept Jessie was really him; others had trouble accepting Jeff and Jessie co-exist… Mom and Dr. Hunt support Jeff in coming out as Jessie... Jessie is now getting to go to school as Jessie…

Ok I could do this. It wouldn't be very hard. But what would I say? Ugh idk.

I grabbed my phone.

"Sheila, I don't think we should be together any more. I am breaking up with you," I texted. Alright, blocked, time to move on with my life and play video games.

It's not that I didn't like Sheila, it's just that her and her mother always were strange. They were weirdly obsessed with Secrets. Sheila would slap me if I wanted to know anything about her life.

the year is 2090 earth has been at war on and off the amazon have decided it time to leave earth and live some where else the Queen of Amazons point of view first then Commander Jamison's view this is before the future has now changed now Amazon women rule it

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Why is a raven like a writing desk? And what does it have to do with being transgendered? Read the story and find out.

The Music Celebrates With Me: A TG Mixed Tape

An unfortunate man, lost in a cave, a mysterious voiced calling him deeper. A witch with an acid tongue and an advice column. A travelling showman who is more than the charlatan he appears to be. Hit play on the latest Mixed Tape collection for all these stories AND MORE!

The Ticket
by Ellie Dauber © 1999

Author’s Note: This story introduces a continuing character of mine, the White Witch Elizabeth Lange. Yes, this is an old story of mine, but in light of recent news events, I thought that it was appropriate to post it. I’m also adding a small bit from a second Elizabeth Lange story, in which she discusses the fate of the transformee in this story.

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Private Eyeful
A Mercynaries Story from SinComics.com

There are key moments in everyone’s life that determine their future. They lie in one’s memory and emerge when other major events occur and this way they influence forthcoming life. Sometimes they seem negligible and are ignored by others while others that seem to be significant are just a consequences of a series of decisions made years ago. Those are not pleasant or sweet in most cases though they force me to go back and relive them again and again. Thus I can write only ‘bout my memories ‘cause only I and nobody else can know what moments are really key moments.

Chapter 36 - Mike visits the club

"Women need a reason to have sex. Men only need a Place." Billy Crystal