Atticus Carver, the star wide receiver, a popular sophomore in a high school in Louisiana, is about to get a change to his life he doesn't expect or want - and it's all in public.

Now the person who changed him to her, in spite of feeling terrible for what they did to an innocent young life and potentially more, wants one-hundred-million dollars wired to multiple bank accounts within a month, or they'll set the gender-bending spores on D.C.

Atticus is left reeling from everything, having to pick a new name for herself, learn to be a girl in high school, to finding new romances, to keeping her old friends and finding new ones, to picking up a brand-new sport for herself...and making enemies that she has no idea how to deal with...

I will also be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com and ScribbleHub.com.

Atticus Carver, the star wide receiver, a popular sophomore in a high school in Louisiana, is about to get a change to his life he doesn't expect or want - and it's all in public.

Now the person who changed him to her, in spite of feeling terrible for what they did to an innocent young life and potentially more, wants one-hundred-million dollars wired to multiple bank accounts within a month, or they'll set the gender-bending spores on D.C.

Atticus is left reeling from everything, having to pick a new name for herself, learn to be a girl in high school, to finding new romances, to keeping her old friends and finding new ones, to picking up a brand-new sport for herself...and making enemies that she has no idea how to deal with...

I will also be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com and ScribbleHub.com.

This is impossible. My first dress. How could they do this to me? What a fool!
tradition that a boy gets a dress for his 13th birthday.
Jack and his friends made fun of the “pretty boys” as they were called.
On Sunday they could be seen going for a walk with their mothers.

Chapter 15: Simultaneous Feeds

The confirmation slipped in through the consort lines, shrouded in cryptic layers of protocol and double-blind verification. Not a single alarm tripped. No hint of change rippled through the palace routine. Yet Helena, attuned to the undercurrents, sensed the shift the instant the final timestamp decrypted.

Connor had chosen his moment with the precision of a seasoned operative, every variable accounted for, every risk meticulously weighed.

The late afternoon sun hung low, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement as Eric Whitmore walked home from school. His slight frame and delicate features—long lashes framing gray eyes—drew stares, as they always did. At thirteen, he was used to the whispers, the assumptions, but they still stung like salt in an open wound.

This is the 1st chapter of 15 chapter book which is being released weekly to subscribers on my patreon. However, the whole book has also been made available on my store so if you don't want for it to come out here or there, then head over there and gift yourself the most messed up and devious tale you'll find this holiday season.

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Chapter 1

When evil rises from the weak minds of the world.
Look into your heart and let your love unfurl.
Take up the mantle, take up the fight
Champion against the wrong, battle to defend what is right.
Summon the love, for all the world to see
The HIGH SCHOOL SENTAI, Cherry Jubilee!

Dinner was a bit…awkward.

Adjustment School
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Revenge Served Cold
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“Patience is the ultimate virtue”. They are so very fond of saying that at Ms. Lacey’s School of Reform for Wayward Boys. Ms. Lacey herself says that all women must learn patience first. “A woman’s life is full of frustrations, and a woman’s life is what is in store for all of you. And frustration can only be overcome by patience”. I can still hear the words, being drummed into me with everything else. I have never forgotten those words, or how to fold napkins, braid my hair or walk in high heels.

Journey Into
the
Forbidden West
A Horizon: Forbidden West Fan Fiction
by

E. E. Nalley
Part Five

September 28th, 3040

“Who are those guys?” demanded Buck. Travis stopped the recording and backed it up until the figures were before him once more.

Wolfe County, Kentucky, March 15, 2001:
A poor, uneducated young teenage girl of fifteen years old gives birth to a baby girl. The thirty-year-old man who had gotten her pregnant stood just outside the bedroom where two older women helped her through the birthing process. The older man had been hoping the girl would give him a boy, instead of a girl. He wanted a boy to carry on his bloodline.

Twilight

It began like a normal day at the dock. As always, I wore my lavender summer dress and one-inch heel sandals. Every day I went out at sunrise and came back exactly at twilight. But this day would be different.

Been awhile, almost two years, beyond very brief visits.

I've been posting on a TG piracy forum about my experience recently

This post is a cut & paste from a post there that gives some background as to why I'm posting it here & now.
Slightly edited just seen a sentence I never ended.
This will become the Series introduction & because of how the site functions, my story may be rewritten, as events unfold.

I bolted from the scene, propelled not by a plan but by sheer instinct, my heart hammering in my chest. One moment, I was immersed in a discussion with a client about the intricacies of investment portfolios, dissecting market trends over carefully plated teriyaki salmon. The next, chaos erupted—a steel blade sliced through my meal, sending chunks of fish and grains of rice flying across the table like the aftermath of a violent crime. The clinking of silverware ceased abruptly, and my drink cascaded over my lap, a sticky reminder of the tumult around me.

I rushed to the music hall, grabbed my bass from Mr. Smith and went into the empty studio used for small ensembles or practice for electric instruments. It was almost soundproof inside and I would take that to my advantage to run scales and patterns. I strapped my wood grain bass over me and started to play a somber sounding melody, at least I liked to think it was.

It’s been too long since I’ve been here; I’ve been busy working on longer works (soon to be published on Amazon) as well as non-TG writing. Recently I found this older story that has not been presented before. It follows the familiar diary format, somewhat similar to my story “Stupid Diary”.

A warning: The story opens with domestic abuse.

Angry Diary, by Karin Bishop

Part One