“Mom, you should see some of the pants that I packed.” Sarah said with a wicked grin on her face.

“What did you bring?”

“My purple capris, two pair of pink pants, a pair of hot pink capris, and I think that’s it. I’ll be more than happy to share with Lizzy.”

"What t'heck are mary janes?"

by Wanda Cunningham

Chapter 10
Shoe Department

I cried again this morning. Not for me mind you, my life has turned out to be more than I ever could have hoped for. I am married to a wonderful man, have a great set of girlfriends and two wonderful children, a boy 16, who is all boy, and a girl 17 who is sweet, smart and capable.

 
Custody
A mother wants her son. She knows he is a girl. A father wants his son. He does not want the mother to brainwash him. You are the judge in this interactive story

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

An authorized story, based on the characters and environment of A New Style of Education by Karen Page.

Chapter 2
The sound of the rooster came a little too early for Charlie.

He eased between Samuel and Eli on the bed. He tried not to wake them, but he saw little Eli’s eyes open. He kissed his brother on the forehead.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered.

He quietly got dressed. He looked over and saw Lucas and Robert. They were sound asleep.

"Gordon!"

"That you Gordon?"

"Hey Gordon!"

Melissa growled as she rushed down the hallway towards the school's rear- and mostly unused- exit.

Why had she agreed to do this again? 'Great prank,' he said. 'Lots of fun,' he said. 'Twenty bucks,' he said. Oh, the joys of having a twin.

"That's why it's a perfect disguise." It didn't sound any less stupid to say it out loud.

by Wanda Cunningham

Chapter 8
More Than One Way

The hard part of making a plan is telling someone about it.

Why is the most difficult question in the world ... except for why not.

Sometimes you know what team you're on, and sometimes you don't.

Some adventures are best told by the people who lived through them. Here's Drew Kelley again, exploring...

Mrs Johnson finished her tea and I followed her into the kitchen with my dirty cup. She rinsed them both out and popped them in the washer. “Right, young lady,” she said drying her hands, “let’s go and bath the baby.”

At Aunt Greta’s–
Freya and the Doodlebugs

by Gabi
Chapter 16 of a Continuing Saga…

Recognising the now-familiar wailing of the air-raid siren, I was awake in an instant. ‘It’s an air-raid, I can’t explain now but we have slipped back in time to the second world war and you must call me Greta. This has happened to me before; we have to get up and go to the air-raid shelter.’

At this moment the door opened, the light was switched on and Mummy was there. ‘Greta, Freya, get up quickly, girls. Put on your underthings, socks, shoes and dressing gowns, bring a blanket and come with me to the shelter immediately. And don’t forget your gas masks.’ She hurried away towards her own room leaving us alone.

An authorized story, based on the characters and environment of A New Style of Education by Karen Page.

" 'You don't understand, Sky. At anime conventions and cosplay things people were famous for being Tranies and signed autographs, and you're so cute, you should want peeps to know.' "

"And it seems like everybody likes me lots better when I'm a girl, huh? Even Daddy. And do you too, Marsha?"