Jacky is forced to undergo painful conversion therapy to make her a straight woman. Meanwhile, a sinister personality works behind the scenes to destroy Jacky and Jill in one swift stroke. Can Jacky resist the treatment? Will Chris save the day? Jacky's childhood trauma is finally revealed.

The beginning part 9 – Confessions

At first, I felt unsure how I got in my bed. Then some faint memory came back where I remembered Mary taking me by the hand and tucking me into bed. I looked at the alarm clock and saw that it was only five after seven. I recalled last night’s events which made me smile. Warm and fuzzy feelings overcame my body while thinking about reuniting with my best friend, my sister Mary. Being aware that she has always known that I am a girl made me feel ticklish inside. We are sisters and always will be.

This is sequel to An Achean Tale and will make more sense if you read that first. I had no plans to write a sequel but the idea of the unknown tomboy's reaction to the amazons just wouldn't go away. There will not be any more of these. It was too hard to keep this light in a war. I basically just glossed over truths about casualties and the fate of female captives. I read a bowlderized version of the Illiad almost sixty years ago. Since then it has always been a part of the accepted cultural background of my life without ever reading a decent translation. That may have to change.

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Emily started crying. We were eating dinner. I looked over, and everyone was crying. I didn't know why. We had chicken fingers.

Mom just sat there with tears rolling down her face. It was a mad face.

Dad had a worried face. He kept wiping his eyes, and black smudges started to appear. He looked like a raccoon.

Mike and I had been friends since we were toddlers. We lived next door, went to the same schools, though Mike in a year above me. We both made the basketball team in High School. Mike even became captain of the team and the school star athlete. As I said we were the best of friends. I loved Mike and Mike was in love with me. Unfortunately I wasn’t gay. He was a good sport about it but when his Prom approached he talked me into being his date.

Lindsay sits on the bleachers watching the football team training. Even though Lindsay might be a bit prejudiced, Andrew, Lindsay’s brother, is undoubtedly the best player.

This is not a true story. Duh!

Petticoat Acres
by Jennifer Sue

Benji was small and slender for his age. On top of that he was a late bloomer, looking more like a ten year old than his true age. As a result he was a frequent target for bullying in middle school. Now fourteen year old Benji Joe Carson forlornly sat in the seat of the World War Two vintage twin engine DC3 airplane. Three weeks after the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr, his parents had died in a car crash in Chicago. With no nearby relatives he’d been temporarily placed in an orphanage until they were able to reach his great uncle, Joe Carson. While he’d been bullied in school, the orphanage had been far worse. Fortunately Benji Joe was an ace student, so when he was pulled from his suburban school they gave him passing grades for the year. As a result the orphanage didn’t try to enroll him in their local school.

Now here it was June 1 and he was on the flagship aircraft of Trans Pixley Airlines heading toward their main hub, the Pixley International Airport. Having flown out of Chicago Midway Airport he was leaving the upper middle class Chicago suburbs that had been his lifelong home. He’d never heard of Pixley. It sounded like some place in the Neighborhood of Make-Believe on that new kiddie show, Mister Roger’s Neighborhood, that had debuted in February on the National Educational Television.

Smart hose

My mom says its a good idea sometimes to write down stuff, even if nobody else sees it. She says its a great way to get your thoughts organized, and boy do I need to do that, so here it goes.

My life just got turned upside down, and I'm still processing.

But I should begin at the beginning, as my English teacher says.

My name is James Micheal, I'm twelve, and I live in Sherwood Park, a small town just outside of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.

“I'm not gay! I don't know what I am”

oops Title amended !!
Time to leave the nest.. Home didn’t fit me any more. But ….. I couldn’t guess my future.

Sometimes, Tommy hated his sister. She was such a tease and he should have ignored her. At eleven years old, she was the younger of the two by just about a year and he should have been “man” about it and just walked away from her, but he didn’t. Tonya knew the teasing bothered him badly; so, she kept it up.

It’s not what I expected. Kinda nice though!

Being helpful can have consequences. Being pretty has consequences too.

An AP-500 story

I wanted to die, it was all my fault for rushing through the store without taking a better look, I went through all I the clothes trying to find which ones where the most manly of the bunch, if Eliza were here she would be laughing so hard at me, these are the kind of dumb things that always happen to me when I try to act cool, it always somehow comes back at me, making me look like like a fool, I was at least glad that Leah hadn’t found out or she probably would also had laughed at me, in her mind I was still cool, or that’s what I wanted to believe.

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When Joyce told me all the husbands were dressing up for the Halloween ball, I said okay. I wasn't too keen on a costume. Costumes were for kids. But she was so impressed with her new Bridge Club. And when she told me about the good things they did for the community, I didn't want to say no.

I asked her what she had in mind for a costume.

Alone – but god-fearing.

Alice sat alone. But she knew she was in the right. How could it be otherwise. Her church, priest, bible and her god damned 'people like them'. No son of hers .... !!!

An AP-500 story

Turned down for the male lead in a new musical, Allan is returning home bemoaning his misfortune until he stumbles…

Take your Daughter to Work Day

There’s many a story with this theme. But none with a parent like mine.

An AP-500 story

Jack had an extensive feminine wardrobe stashed in his condo but he was very discreet about letting anyone know. He acknowledged his latent femininity by wearing nail polish and panties when not competing in sports. His panties today were a bright red. Jack had been considering getting a ‘cute’ tattoo for a long time

Night Watchman’s Lament: Outed by a Hummingbird Tattoo

“WHAT THE HELL,” said Erica. “That wasn’t me speaking.”

“It was, Erica. I gave you a little bit of a psychological nudge when I transformed you so you wouldn’t constantly resist being a girl. If you really hate it, I’ll change you back, but first, go relax in your room, I have something to do, and then we’re going to the mall.”

“Okay. That also explains why I respond to Erica without protest.”

It's time for a change ….

It's time. And a change was happening. The girl said, "I'm a 'friend' of your son!" But Belle was closer than that to Andrew! And she needs help ..... from his mum.

An AP-500 story.

"I'll take the pain 'cos I know the gain!"

“I’m not a freak any longer. It was last year I was the freak! Now I'm a real person at last, the inside me is FREE.”
Title edited was : Enduring Pain, Eventual Gain.

An AP-500 Introductory

Dedication:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real world persons or events is unintentional. However, one of my long-time online friends recently received successful gender surgery, and knowing of her upcoming experience gave me a beginning idea for this story.

So, this story is dedicated to my friend Jane.

Wishing you all the best!

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