If there's one Andrej Pejic who looks sometimes like girl and sometimes like a boy - then there must be others.

Kelly is a 36 year-old copywriter working for a top London ad agency, that is until he loses his Job. His wife, Jamie is a struggling actor looking for her big break. They have been trying to get pregnant for years but now, but without the money from Kelly’s job they will have to give up trying.

Jamie, wants them to get away, play at being different people. She orders two body suits, but thanks to their gender-neutral names there’s a mix up. Then an offer comes in from Iceland.
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Synopsis: Alex is a young boy who wants to be a girl, but has hidden this from everyone around him. That is, until he is saved from a bully by an older girl who makes him an offer he refuses to refuse: Work with her as a waitress at her sister’s themed café!

 

Author's note: I thought that I’d work on a more light-hearted story that actually has a confident trans character as the protagonist, one who’s actively taking control of their life instead of just being dragged along by other people.
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Thank you for reading! As this is a new story I'd really appreciate people letting me know what they think and how it's going. Feed me! :O
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This is a crossover story, between my Masks universe and the Whateley universe. This uses material created by others with no intent of commercial gain; it's strictly for the fun of it. :-)

This was originally written in 2011.

I have brown eyes, shoulder length black hair, a pert nose and a wide mouth over a rounded chin. I can't count how many times I've had people at various fairs walk up to me and talk to me like I'm a girl. It's caused a few problems now and then.
I'm part of a small group that has worked at various fairs across the US for many years. There's maybe half a dozen acts that we do, I walk the tightrope fifty feet above the ground, I've been doing it since I was six.

The Roads Are Calling,
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It's A Carnie Life

Arc 5 of the 'Magic is..' series.

Having support is a wonderful thing in life.
Unless you don't want it.. or you do want it but not now.. or-
Lets just settle for saying 'it's complicated' and leave it there for now shall we?

Still, it can't be worse then.. say.. fighting a fae Queen on her home turf or something silly like that, right?

Proper description to come as we get further in :)

Hope you like it
Nessa

Rick had a wide-ranging taste in what he watched; straight, lesbian, light BDSM, threesomes, all had passed before his eyes. He was a bit bored with what was on offer until he came across a T-Girl room. He had never been into one of these before. He knew what T-Girls were, but he had never had much interest in them. Jaded with everything else tonight he thought he would see what it was about, so he clicked into one of the rooms.

I’m Marty Stanley, a college sophomore in Pennsylvania, on my way to Florida for Spring break traveling down interstate 95. I’m presently going through South Carolina almost to Georgia. I left college real early this morning; planning to be in Florida tonight. Some say I’ll have a problem getting all the way to the beach area that we’re to be at today. Rex and Dilbert both changed their plans with me and left yesterday. So I’m left traveling on my own.

Even though it was a Friday night, my dad had scheduled an interview for me at this Halloween store chain that just opened up in our downtown area. Being a teenage boy, this was not ideal, as I wanted to go out with friends, but I told my dad I’d go. I threw some shoes on, and took the car to the Halloween store.

We are the Servants of Redemption. We are seven, five women, two men, united in her service, her Chosen in this world.

She calls herself Redemption in this age. She was here long, long ago, but the name she used then was lost as her people died.

“When we agreed to buy this place, you said, two years. I’ll stay and help you out for two years. Well, my tranny friend, those two years are up.”

"I know, we're all tired," said the President, in a sympathetic tone. "I think the worst part of this recovery is the people who feel honor bound to take advantage of all the problems, rather than to help with them. Hell, this afternoon I have to meet with a member of Congress who thinks that an alien invasion and a war which cost tens of thousands of lives and caused billions in damage is no reason for him to stop advancing his personal agenda. Which is to fight against everything I do."

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A pair of twins cause headaches at Hayfield Hall.

An unauthorised story set in the SPA Universe created by Karen Page. These events are intended to take place one year after the events described in “A New Style of Education.” Reading that story first is essential to understanding the events in Double Trouble.

Life is never easy. Anyone who tells you life is good, that life is a wonderful miracle, has either got their heads in the pixie dust crack pipe or is just blowing smoke up your ass on purpose. The fact is, life is a messy brutal affair where the strong dominate the weak, and where even the strong can die if unlucky.

Copyright © Frances Penwiddy 2016.
Front cover photo collage: European Starling by simonglinn via birdshare

Murmuring with Starlings contains material of an adult nature and is not suitable as reading material for minors.

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.

She invited me to sit at the dressing table. She stood behind me and started brushing my hair. After a moment, she spoke, “Jamie, you were right about my parents expecting me to bring a girlfriend to camp with me. You are going to be that girl.”

Randy sighed and stretched as he entered the shower. These days, he was Template more than Randy. If he hadn't retired the Revolutionary he might even be spending more time as her than himself.

Myself, he thought, as he washed. Why is that pronoun so complicated for me?

Harry Potter is a wizard, which surprises him. But Harry Potter is also a Multiple, which surprises everyone. (Eventual trans Harry, changes her name to Adira.)

Of course I already knew I wasn’t normal, I’d been hiding away my sister’s undies and such and wearing them to bed… they made me feel better , I don’t know. Who knows why children do things, especially gender dysphoric children living in the back of beyond with no access to anything really, not even the most basic of healthcare.