This is for Shadowsblade year 1

I guess I was about 14 when I had my first real chance to experience what it was like to be a girl like my sister who I’d admired so much growing up. After that things accelerated and it’s funny how your life can then change once you have tasted this pleasure and the ecstasy it provides. I soon realised that there is another side to my personality.

This was the first time in the history of history that two guys were breaking into a house to rectify a panty raid. Steve was tasked, by his sister, to break into Dean Garnet’s house and steal back all the panties that Dean and his buddies had taken, which included Stephanie’s (Stephanie being Steve’s twin sister) and my own sister’s (whose name was Melanie, by the way).

When Eric Campbell wakes up on a park bench with no memory of how he got there, he finds that the season is not the only thing that has changed! Committed to a mental institution shortly thereafter, he begins questioning his own sanity while at the same time adjusting to his new life as a woman.

I remember well that summer day when my whole life changed for the second time. I came home from playing video games with my friends and no one was home. I went through the house, looking for my grandparents, but they were nowhere to be found. Then I saw two tiny spots of blood on a shower curtain and smeared on the upstairs bathroom floor.

A month has passed, and Sarah's been enjoying life as Silvermist in the park, but can she handle life as a celebrity TV actress? She still gets nervous meeting "real" celebrities! And how will HRT affect her ability to play the role?

“Mom I don’t want to go try out for baseball again! Every year you make me try out, and every year I don’t make the team. I am always told the same thing I am too small or too slow.” I stamp my foot on the floor. I feel mommy pulling my favorite spider man tee shirt over my head."

‘For you?’ The salesman looked back at me with a smirk. ‘That’s kinda cool. Most of the little girls I’ve seen come in here just ask for My Little Pony stuff or Pokémon cards, crap like that. It’s nice to see a girl with different tastes. Makes me think y’all aren’t little clones of each other or something, you know?’

Oh!

“About eight or nine years go a young-blooded Lance Corporal wrote a tactical essay on the use of mutants in the military and the difficulties in combating them. That paper was classified Eyes-Only for four years before it was released to the general public. I’m sure you are familiar with it. ’mutant Shock and the Modern Infantryman' I believe it was called.”

I would have pinched myself if I could have. This had to be a bad dream, there was no way this could be real. Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream.

I wasn't in the mood to write my usual stuff, and I couldn't seem to think of anything, so I wrote a blog post asking for people to give me weird ideas and combinations. I took a bunch of them and turned them into a usable story.

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A strange girl appears in the dead of night. She can’t speak or remember where she has been, what could her secret be?

Fantasy, horror and humour in Brexit Britain. Oh, and more than a little TG.

Students had started to come in, and the room was full of talking, the scraping of chairs, and bags and books being put onto desks. One bag was put right in the middle of the aisle, Caroline never had a chance. Her foot caught it, and she went tumbling forward, her sunglasses flying off. Trying to catch herself just made her elbow hit a desk painfully, throwing her even more off balance. She landed in a heap, just barely avoiding smashing her face into the floor.

I walked through the kitchen door into the living room cautiously. Centered in this massive room, perfectly frozen in its last moment of explosive violence, were the twisted remains of my roadster. Two bodies, un-harnessed at the time of impact, were flung far from the car's demise, speaking to both the speed and severity of the accident. The first body that was thrown into the treetops, was a woman I recognized vaguely, but was unable to call fully to memory. The second body that was twisted in a comically grim contortionist's pose was clearly mine.

Almost every time she went by this particular house, the kitchen windows made it possible to see inside, and she often noticed what seemed to be a young woman going about the daily tasks of keeping a house clean, doing dishes, mopping the floor, etc. The odd thing about it all was that Stasia didn't fancy girls, yet this one drew her attention like a moth is drawn to the flame of a candle.

Imagine waking up one day and feeling that your body was attacking you. Imagine developing an overwhelming urge to tear your own skin off, you’re in that much psychological pain from what you’re experiencing. My parents told me that it was normal- that I was turning into a woman. It was at that exact moment that a switch flipped in my brain. I’d suspected previously what was wrong, but this confirmed it. I was turning into a woman, and I didn’t want to. I didn’t even want to be female. More than anything, anything at all… I wanted to be a boy.

"You will be expected to follow the dress code and conditions of behaviour detailed in your welcome pack from the very start of your employment," the French interviewer stated firmly. "I trust that this will not be a problem?"

"It won't," Jesse said, trying to control his excited shaking as the interview neared its conclusion.

"Something you want to tell me, Jason?" Dad asked as I dramatically placed my hands on my hips.

"Dad," I said in a loud, proud voice. "I- I'm gay." An eternity passed as dad's face remained neutral, before he simply nodded once.

I've never been the world's most masculine man- at 5' 5" and a slender 8 and a half stone- but this is just ridiculous.

When I went to bed last night, I was wearing my boxer shorts. When I wake up this morning, things are quite different.