This tale of courage, heroism, and sacrifice was written to acknowledge the recent, official repeal of an Act of Congress known as “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.”

The story is posted on this Veteran’s Day to celebrate the service and sacrifices made by any and all who have worn their nation’s uniform—and also by their families—regardless of which uniform…

Back to my story of the bittersweet experiences in my mid-teens. Dangerous times! The risk of discovery heightened by every choice I made. My first trip to go buying outer clothes and my first car drive home with my hair just set.

Chapter 15 (There was no chapter 13!)

A regular girlfriend and fewer opportunities to dress myself look like the future. My desire to cross dress won’t go away and the risks of discovery increase by the day. And there’s the question of going to Uni or not. Maybe that would be ideal and maybe I could meet others with the same feelings as me. Maybe Mum can give me advice, where nobody else can?

Chapter 12

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Jem… Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I can’t help but smile at Roxy.

“Yes, I made cookies today.”

“Oh my god! You are so cool! I’ve never had homemade cookies before!”

She hugs me and then just as fast she turns around and run/skips into the kitchen. Both Raven and Brooklyn are looking at me with surprised smiles. “You bake?”

“Yes a little bit, all kind of self taught but my Dad taught me how to make cookies.”

Experiences like my salon first timer that day live with me for ever. It’s only when you write tracing back earlier days that you feel what you felt then. The more I think about it, the more I know, I felt lonely. Little did I know that, before the year was out, I’d have had my first kiss with a girl.

Chapter 10

Sweet Dreams-21 … Sunday so Sweet.

Chapter 21

I think I’m in shock or whatever the hell that you’d describe it. I sort of passed out after I had this huge screaming match and fight out in the driveway with and I just lost my control and said things that I shouldn’t have said to him, admitted to him and gave him lots of information to do me some real damage.

Which I think that I partly knew and that pushed me over the edge into nervous fucking breakdown land. It got too much and things got…

Was I imagining things?

Did ADAM…actually carry up the stairs and pass me to Alex?

Experiences live with us for ever. It’s only when you write tracing back your earlier days that you feel what you felt then.

I felt lonely.

Chapter 9

Part 1

I was so happy to be done unpacking after the move from my old home in Georgia, mom had divorced dad and left taking me with her.

My dad could be a jerk some times and my mom knew it, but I still loved him and thought he was the greatest dad ever.

Mom on the other hand hated him, she had given him a lot of chances but the last straw was when she came home one day and caught him with her ex best friend.

Well it has been six months since the divorce and it is my fifth day at my new school being 10 and the new kid, its sometimes hard to fit in.

“Troy, I told you before, if you need to talk to me, you can.” Mr. McCoy said.

“In a way.” Troy answered. “But I don't want to talk about it.”

Big thanks to Djkauf for the Editing.

It's back to School time for Tracy. Or is it Troy?

For all of us, there are many a “first time” for many things in our lives. As I grew up, I encountered many choices; whether to do, or not to do, certain girly things. Here are a few more of my own dilemmas and experiences, once I knew that I was a little different.

Chapter 6

Lead shoes-2

Chapter 2

I looked at Aunt Holly and once I was dry I took the panties with a shaking hand that was only really partly from my nerves. Aunt Holly turned her back and she let me get myself where I can get them on. That requires that I get up, mostly my arms doing the work and put a dry towel down so I can sit and not get the panties wet from sitting in left over or cast off water.

I got a lot wrong with me that’s a given but there’s something just so…I can’t really describe it actually having permission to wear the things that I’ve always wanted to wear, needed to wear.

Bridges-23

Chapter 23

…………………. Sigh….oh Brandon…..I’m crying but not bawling at what just happened and what he said and just everything that just happened. I pull my jacket around myself some more and hug my travel mug more and leave just going for a walk out and over my clearings and stuff. I kind of do have a nice place property wise. I haven’t walked it since I was a young teenager.

Hey everyone! Here's my first post to topshelf and I just wanted to make it short.

The first line to this poem has been bouncing around my head for a few days and I just decided to go with the flow and see where it left me.

Transsexual in Hiding

Clawed and clawed 'till fingers bare
This costume which I seem to wear,
Myself I hide in darkness deep
So very long she's been asleep,
But now I want her up and out
So she can see the world about,
For as she sleeps down darkness deep
Her memories will slowly seep

First time…..

Musings from WannabeGinger

For all of us, there are many “first time” for many things in our lives. Here are a few more of my own.

Chapter 3

First time…..

Musings from WannabeGinger

For all of us, there are many “first time” for many things in our lives. Here are a few of my own.

Chapter 1

The first time I realized I was in love, I was six years old. Her name was Susan Moore. Really, Susan May Moore. She had a middle name which stuck in my mind. I thought she was wonderful. I sat in class and looked at her endlessly. I wanted to hold her hand.

Don’t Blame Me I’m A Martian…9

Chapter 9

We’re all full of adrenaline as we’re racing up Old beach road to a lonely stretch of sand dunes the locals usually end up partying at. We just call it The Dunes or some call it Desert Sands but that’s like the name from back in Dad’s era and stuff.

Van Halen’s “Mine all Mine.” Is blaring out of the front of the truck and there a lot of wild yells and screams and stuff. I’m getting increasingly sore and in pain as the ride is going so when someone passes me a beer I take it. And when someone passes me the Jack Daniels I take that too.

The beer is beer but the whisky just burns it’s way down my throat and sets my whole mouth into searing pain as there’s all these cuts on the inside of my cheeks and lips and my gums from getting beat on by “Dick.” I might not have felt it then but I’m feeling it now.