Another fantasy, and it looks like dedications are gonna be the norm for these. I think these pieces are helping me, but writing them is really painful. I sat sobbing for a good two hours halfway through this one, and if you want to see the real story of what happened, it's in my blog on here. I'm not going to link to it, it's easy enough to find.

Third one of these. I'm definitely enjoying writing them, as it's always better to think of pleasant things. A fantasy of what might have been if events had allowed, this one set between the first two installments. Another dedication in this one, too, maybe I should go back and dedicate the first one to my mother...

Alright... the idea behind this is thinking back on how things have happened in my life badly. This is, on a basic level, I guess, my fantasy of how things could have gone. This was the first such scene in my life that occurred to me to write about. There may be more, but I don't know. This was difficult for me to write. Only about 1000 words, with the intro and title.

Sitting Shiva
by shalimar

A man reflects on his transsexual father just after the father's funeral.

Note: Rated X because of references to, not actual, pedophile stories.

The funeral is over and I'm sitting Shiva for a wonderful woman who was my father. I pull out a print of an email many years ago from a close friend of my father and the note that friend had sent with the email. The email was a chat-log between that friend some others and my father. In the log was the first indication I knew of that my father was transsexual.

Renaming a Highway
by shalimar

I went because he was my cousin. I didn't believe that I would ever have the strength to see the location where he probably died. According to my elders the whole family had to be there, just like the old days when we had family gatherings. I was only his third cousin but I still was required to be a part of history on the day the state of Mississippi would officially dedicate a part of the highway after him.

This is about what happens when you meet that special someone that takes you higher than you ever dreamed
to be possible. But sometimes, when we fly higher than we should, we might burn our wings...

"There were so many new feelings and emotions descending upon me that I wanted to explore. Some old in a new dress, some long forgotten and some completely new. I wanted to take them in, feel them with all my senses in tune. I wanted to be with him! Nothing held us at this place anymore."

(Yeah, I've been editing this some, so bite me. Leave a comment if you liked it)

I wrote this for a 250 words or less on-line contest. The attached picture, "Endless Hours" was given as the inspiration for the stories; there was no TG requirement. If anyone is interested, IM me and I will provide the URL.

FERTILIZER BECOMES HER
by Jezzi Belle Stewart  ©2007TRP

What can you do, when your mother finds your female friends' clothes in your closet?

Secondary Education
Chapter 3
Self Improvement.

This is a true story. Names and place descriptions have been changed to protect the parties involved (especially me!) If you somehow manage to recognize anyone, please keep this story to yourself. I'd like to be welcome back at the places I went. I'd like to especially thank "Jerry" and "Caryn", two delightful people who could almost singlehandedly make you believe in the goodness of humanity.

I went out last night. This was unusual for two reasons. One, my wife didn't want to go with me. We almost always either go out together or stay in together. The other, I've really, really wanted to go out "dressed," as the kids say, and I finally did, after months of self-torment and tribulations. I went out, by myself, wearing high-heeled ultra-suede fabric boots from Payless, a pair of women's Faded Glory jeans, a black camisole top with built-in hidden bra, a purple cardigan sweater and full makeup.

Becca's reaction to her newfound abilities is pushed aside by the discovery that Heather is not alone -- and Becca's faith in the essential goodness of humanity is sorely tested when she meets one of her adversaries face-to-face.