This is a sequel to ‘A Walk to a New life’ and "See things through a woman’s eyes’, it may help to relate to the characters if you read them first. But it can be enjoyed as a stand-alone if you prefer.

A young boy's life takes a huge change when he is forced to leave his remote island home.

John Taylor's life was in a bit of a rut, and an uplanned shake-up was exactly what was needed.

“Ex- excuse me?” The young woman asks, her facemask muffling her soft Yorkshire accent. “Can — can we get a selfie with you, please?” I allow myself a small chuckle as I turn to face the asker of the question — a girl barely older than sixteen, standing with three others of her age. All of them are wearing t-shirts with cartoon caricatures on the front and, even though I can’t see them, angel wing prints on the back, just like all t-shirts promoting the group I tried — and failed — to join.

Jo comes up with a solution to Ashley's missing suitcase, which leads to an unexpected outcome.

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When you're a kid growing up, you just naturally assume the way you look at the world is the same as everyone else looks at the world. There are simple things like ice cream – everybody loves ice cream, right? Stay with me now and don't hand me any crap about lactose intolerance or juvenile diabetes, that stuff a kid doesn't know or care about. When you get a little bit older your binary world starts to acquire shades of gray, and even some colors, or in this case a better focus.

Ashleigh was excited to be starting his new job, his dream career, but didn't anticipate the path it would take him down.

I was dropping off my wife at her beauty salon, a sudden need to use the bathroom causing me to go in with her, so I could use their facilities. It was sudden, like one minute everything was fine, the next I had to go real bad. It felt like I was leaking a little as I walked towards the restroom, trying to hold my legs together to keep from letting go. I paused at the door, both gender symbols displayed on the same door.

“Ah- shit, sorry…” Luke mumbled as he entered the college’s toilet block to find his twin standing at a urinal fastening his zipper.

“S’okay,” Lucas mumbled, not looking at Luke as the young trans man limped toward one of the cubicles. Both twins grimaced as the encounter ended, not least because it was the most words they’d exchanged with each other for weeks.

I was looking through the credit card bills for the last month. Neither my wife nor I are hurting for money, both having successful careers that we have been able to walk away from in the last few years.

Due to being high profile in the community we both are expected to attend quite a few social and charitable functions every month. Mackenzie is more tolerant of these affairs than I am. Often I conveniently find something that has to be done at home, an excuse to avoid going to them.

Fate had a peculiar way of playing with young Alex's life, a 15-year-old boy whose curiosity often led him to the edge of societal norms. Growing up with an older sister, Emily, had its perks. He had always felt a strange fascination with her clothes, especially her school uniform. It was a peculiar attraction that he could never quite put into words, but it was a part of him that he couldn't ignore.

One fateful evening, after his sister had left for college and his parents had gone out to dinner, he found himself alone in the house. He tiptoed into Emily's room, the scent of her lingering in the air. He reached for the hangers, his heart racing, and pulled out her skirt and blazer. He had snuck into her room countless times before to try on her clothes, but tonight was different. He had decided to take it a step further.

With trembling hands, Alex donned the uniform, feeling the fabric caress his skin as he transformed. He applied a bit of her makeup, just enough to accentuate his features, and styled his hair to mimic hers. Looking in the mirror, he saw a reflection that was both thrilling and terrifying. He had become a vision of his sister, yet not quite. It was an image of femininity that he hadn't dared to explore before.

The door slammed open, and Alex's heart stopped as his parents stormed in. Their eyes widened in horror and disbelief, and the silence was shattered by his mother's scream. His father's face was red with rage as he bellowed, "What is the meaning of this?"

Alex stuttered an apology, but the damage was done. His parents couldn't comprehend his actions, and they were ashamed. In their eyes, he had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. Without another word, his father dragged him out of the house, throwing him onto the cold pavement with nothing but the clothes on his back.

The night was unforgiving, and Alex was lost in a world that had just turned its back on him. He wandered the streets, his mind racing with thoughts of what his future might hold. As dawn began to break, he found refuge in a deserted alley, the harsh reality of his situation setting in. He was cold, hungry, and utterly alone.

I had built my realty business up from a single office to well over three hundred offices, now I needed to sell the business or find some investors badly before I had to declare bankruptcy.

Chapter One.

I suppose my story started a few years ago. Let me take you back to the beginning.

I earned my living as a consultant, advising people in how to invest their money and hold on to what they had in today’s economy. I purposefully selected only female clients, most males think they know better and do not listen to the advice I offer them. Then, when they lose a chunk, they blame me for steering them wrong. I avoid all of that drama by not taking them as clients in the first place. I have been very fortunate, managing over the years to amass quite a few clients, mostly in the upper echelon of business, across a large spectrum of business types.

Orla inserted her scuffed bronze-colored key into the lock, turned it, and opened the door. With its peeling light blue paint, it fortunately did nothing to betray the apartment's relative opulence.
It hadn't been like this when her and her grandmother, Kahri, first moved in. No, at that time, the place had been the dictionary definition of what the locals might call a "shithole," a term as unfamiliar to them as it was second nature to their new neighbors.

Dawn and Diana Move to Denver – Part 1

By Kathi Jo Daniels

Background:
This is the third episode of the saga, "Dan Becomes Dawn." In the first episode, Dan visits former neighbors in Denver, introducing them to Dawn, a cross-dresser. The next afternoon, Dawn met and bonded with Diana. In the second episode, "Dawn Visits Kansas," Dawn spends two weeks in Kansas. Diana asks Dawn to be a part of her life in the future.

Chapter One: Moving
Monday, October 11, 2004

This story arose from a dream, it has no ending

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the alley, freezing the boy in his tracks. His heart hammered against his ribs as he pressed himself against the cold brick wall, barely daring to breathe. He shouldn’t have followed the man in the black coat. He should have stayed home, right where his mother had told him to. But curiosity had always been his weakness. And now, he’d seen something he couldn’t unsee.