Emily's Easter Sunday
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I became a Girl” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Advice?

I took a deep breath as I walked into the small bathroom, I was starting to think the wine was getting to Aunt Flora, first she was talking about the Easter Bunny, and now she was talking about Santa Clause. Did she think I was five or six or something? Bloody Hell, I was sixteen!

Emily's Easter Sunday
A “How I Spent my Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Easter Dinner

Nothing really happen for the rest of he day. Despite going to a Catholic Private School, Aunt Flora and I decided to skip going to Easter Sunday Mass. After breakfast Aunt Flora went to get her morning shower and I cleaned the kitchen. The rest of the day was spent with Aut Flora napping and I reading. Dinner was of course the mutton joint that had been stewing away for a good seven and a half hours now.

Emily's Easter Sunday
A “How I Spent my Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl” Gaiden
by
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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A Basket of Joy

Emily's Easter Sunday
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Easter Morning Breakfast

I took a deep breath as I walked into the kitchen. According to the calendar that was pinned to the wall in the hallway, today was 'Easter Sunday' not that it meant anything to me. I don't really consider myself a 'Christian'. True, I'm enrolled in a semi-private Roman Catholic Academy, but that was Aunt Flora's decision not mine. Plus she often boasted that she had the headmaster under her thumb.

This is the first of a multipart story set in my DominaTech universe. If you want to read the others, or any of the trove of stories and caps I’ve created, you can find them here:

https://www.patreon.com/c/SissyGirlSammi

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The Manchester Early Summer Carnival
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I became a Girl” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Coleman

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Emily tries to use the move “Flirt”... Is it Super Effective!?

Thanks to another note from Mum, Aspen discovered that the freezer was full of individual portions of food locals had brought over after Aunt Marcy’s funeral. They were still trying to decide which of the leftovers they wanted to eat when another knock came at the front door.

“No rest for the wicked,” they sighed as they closed the freezer and went to open the door.

Jesus Calls Us O'er The Tumult
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman
A Daisy Isabella Potter Special
Chapter One of Three

I was christened James Alexander Bell one cold, frosty morning in February in the historical Episcopal Church of St. Katherine's. Thirteen years later I was confirmed in the same church. Now, I go by the name of Daisy Isabella Potter. Sometimes after turning thirteen I started to think God might have made a mistake that I should have been born a girl instead of a boy.

©2025 SammyC

After too many hours of travel, Aspen stood in the gathering gloom at the end of their driveway – and that would never stop being weird – suddenly reluctant to take the last few steps that would make everything real.

Chronicles of Ashley Elizabeth Fisherman
Northern Flags in Southwinds Flutter
-5-
Could today be my last day on Earth? 
My body felt like it was on fire. As I lay flat on my back, I saw neon colored dinosaurs floating around my head. The air inside the tent was hot and humid. I was glad to be rid of my heavy, woolen, uniform with its big brass buttons. And that heavy musket.

A woman wakes in an alley with no name, no memories, and a haunting sense that something is terribly wrong. But one word stirs something deep Artemis. With only that name and flashes of strange things, she’s thrust into a world she doesn’t recognize. As she searches for clues to her identity and what happened to her it becomes clear her past isn’t just lost… it may be dangerous.

Chronicles of Ashley Elizabeth Fisherman 
Northern Flags in Southwinds Fluttering

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All Quiet Along The Pontchartrain Tonight

Our picket line was a mile and half from the main camp. It took me around forty five minutes to reach the line. I was surrounded by total darkness. It seemed not a soul was around for miles. It was just me and the stars that seemed to shimmer brightly in the night heavens. The moon, full and plum, reminded me of an old silver dollar. The wind seemed to be still now.

Quick author note: the first few chapters got such a good response that I'm changing my posting schedule - new chapters will be posted every other week! Thanks to everyone who's read so far!

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It was ten minutes before Aspen convinced their suddenly uncooperative limbs to wobble them downstairs.

The breakup must have been written all over their face because Becks put down her phone and enfolded them in a tight hug. “Oh, Aspen. I’m so sorry.”

©2025 SammyC

Love and Dysphoria

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Am I woman enough for you?

My voice
Does it
Calm
Soothe you?
Make you dream of the fields and forest?

Aspen hadn’t realized just how many decisions had to be made in planning a funeral. They’d been in their last year of high school when their father had died after a brief battle with pancreatic cancer, and their only memory of the funeral planning was of their mother refusing to let anyone help, to the point that she nearly worked herself into a state of nervous collapse.

A Hillbilly Funeral 
by
Rebecca Anna Coleman
Part Three of Three

I found my uncle stumbling around the small bathroom of the church. He was drunk as a jude, and the moment he spotted me out of the corner of his beady eyes he stumbled toward me. His eyes were glazed over and his breath reeked of cheap, corn whiskey. When he was mere inches from me, he reached out and placed both of his hands upon my shoulder.