“Come,” she said playfully, “I have no romantic illusions about my own brother — I know perfectly well she loves you a hundred times better than you deserve. If it were any other woman, I would try to discourage her by telling her embarrassing stories about you, but Launuru already knows them all, so I'll just have to accept your good fortune.”

Charlie…9

Chapter 9.

Sable is pretty cool and she hangs around while Dad and our lawyer get things straighten out a bit more with the principal and the school and there’s still enough of the hub-bub going on with the LGBT crowd and their family and supporters and the Church types and the cops after idiot jumped and whacked the principal with his paper weight in a fit of right winged churchy moronity.

Dad’s on the phone with Mom and stuff and stuff every once and awhile and it’s fairly late when we get out of the whole thing and get to the parking lot.

Sable and I are holding hands on the way there. I’m not really sure how that happened but hey I’m not really going to look the gift horse in the mouth y’know. Dad’s getting in the car and stops.

“Sable the food and stuff was a godsend but the wife wanted to know if you’d like to come over to the house for some supper?”

Can I have some Brown Sugar for my Damper? Chapter 1.

There’s days that I just hated my life and everything in it and there’s times where things just come right out of left field. Like the letter I’d been holding here curled up in the window seat of my chilly Montreal apartment.

I thought we were good, I thought she loved me and that she could handle who I really was. Sylvie just kept poking and picking away at my defenses, and It was just choking me off like a slow death not being able to be me.

A Tapestry of Stars

The first thing that drew my attention when I came into my local Pride center for the first time was a large tapestry with gold stars covering it. Above the tapestry was the the words “We remember” in large glowing letters.

I went over to one of the staff and said, “Wow. That represents all the gay, lesbian, bisexual and trans people who have lost their lives?”

“Actually, that’s just for the Trans people. We need a book for the others.”

Launuru hated herself for her cowardice as soon as she'd run away, but was too ashamed to go back. It was too late to fix things; she'd gambled her relationship with Verentsu, hoping to turn friendship into love, but now she'd made such a mess that there was probably no way they could go back to being friends.

Jem…Chapter 11

Chapter 11

I end up using the corner of my thumb to blot out the tears because it sounds lame and stuff but This moment and the cornball singing and stuff, and the girls singing along as Raven strummed away on the acoustic.

Honestly, one of the best moments of my life.

So yeah, I guess I’m a girl or just a softy but I’m choked up and blotting tears and I can’t stop the smile there. It’s for all of them and for here and us and…and Kimmie is hugging me again and I love that she is.

I Love that I’m not the only one dabbing at tears.

I sat alone on the little park bench and contemplated the chance that had been offered to me. Slowly rolling the golden wish coin between my fingers. It had passed into my hands earlier that week but I really had nothing I wanted, I was pretty successful, and fairly wealthy... even in my advanced age.

The only thing I could have ever improved upon is my utter loneliness, up until about 10 years ago that too would have been far beyond my needs. The day that I lost my beautiful wife of 63 years was the day that I died as well. I frowned and looked at the remarkable coin, If only it would have come sooner... maybe I could have saved my dear wife.

“You said you were not betrothed to any man back home; do you hope that Verentsu will ask you to be his bride?”

“Yes,” Launuru said shyly. “But I am afraid...” The geas wouldn't let her complete the sentence.

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

Kissing girls was brilliant and the burning desire for more intimate moments was strong. I had experienced little affection in my first 16 years really. So, I felt a little less lonely until the letter she wrote dumping me… Still, after necking with Molly in the dark, I was still mixed up. Wishing I was another girl.

Chapter 11

Healing Both Mind and Body

by Torrey Grover

Our heroine tells a story of violent abuse, recovery, and reconciliation, and finally looks forward to her future. This story combines real events, ideas, and people (names altered) with imagination to create a work of transgender fiction. If the abuse seems unrealistic to you, google 'John Daniel Kingston' plus beating, and read the newspaper accounts.

Lead Shoes-3

Chapter 3

It was actually pretty cool even going through all the same old stuff in physiotherapy and getting my baselines of what I can do and what I can’t and what my good days are like and what my bad days are like. But it’s nothing like with Nan or my Dad.

Aunt Holly actually asks why something is the way that it is, she asks if she can be shown if any of the exercises she can do with me at home are and she is right there helping me and learning and giving a shit.

Absinthe, Opium and Honor… Chapters 17 & 18.

Chapter 17.

The girls and I go through classes together having such a good time. There’s a lot of just girl talk about hair and make-up, clothes and I’m actually able to hold my own. But as much as I can relate and hold my own there’s this great feeling of getting immersed in the world of girl in a way outside of the things Sasha was teaching me.

Oh and they really enjoyed the coffee’s that Tommy bought us.

Jem … Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I let out a sigh as I watched Raven pull away and I head inside. I take a few deep breaths just trying to get a grip on the day. Weird but it’s something I do. I get another cup of coffee and a notepad and I walk around the house looking at everything that needs doing or I know that I can fix. There’s a small fenced in backyard that hasn’t likely seen work since before Raven moved in and there’s a shed/small garage at the end of the driveway.

First time…..

Musings from WannabeGinger

For all of us, there are many a “first time” for many things in our lives. Here are a few more of my own, from when I knew that I was a little different.

Chapter 5

Over the following few months, and past my fourteenth birthday, I gradually added to my store of girly underthings. How I treasured them! I grew confident in going out whilst wearing both a bra and a pair of panties. The danger of discovery seemed to shrink as my confidence grew.

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.

Arooo….3

Chapter 3

I’m looking at that first text message and I can’t breathe…I can’t think…I can’t breathe…

“Kelly!!!” It comes out a scream, a shriek of pure denial and fear and desperation and I blank out.

Everything I’ve help sacred to my heart for over half my life is gone. The void is huge and it swallows me without so much as a fight.

I wake up and I hurt.
My heart…
Oh god my heart…

Nothing is supposed to hurt like this is it?

Its grey here, England…of course it’s grey, goddamned fog.

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 2

FTL-7…Faster Than Life.

Chapter 7

By the time the second shot is into me Stillwater’s strapping my sword to my hip. I’m not used to drinking and these shots are this stuff called reactor core which doesn’t bode well for me. It burns and kind of sucks the breath out of me.

Home alcohol isn’t a popular choice having gone seriously out of favor with most people since we all started having On-Body-Computers it and most drugs don’t mix well when you live in the networks and stuff so much.

Here though it’s different, there’s a cultural thing with being in the military itself but also there’s all the other colonial cultures where it’s see and used differently. Home it’s a smattering of light beers and a decent amount of wines and very little hard liquor.

This stuff I’m drinking is some kind of hot pepper and agave fermented product from Aztekina colony. I’m not sure why each time we do a shot of it people are yelling “Ole!”