Chapter 6

At 5:30 the alarm doesn't go off, because I turned it off last night, but I wake up at 5:30 anyway.

I lie there in the dark with the spare blanket and the wrong quiet and the ceiling, and the body starts its inventory: breasts, the weight of them in the position I've been sleeping, the labia warm and in their soft continuous contact, the hip bones wider against the mattress. Eight seconds, maybe. Then I'm done with it and I'm just awake at 5:30 with nowhere to be.

Dance, Dance, Dance, Amy

A Transgender Mythology Romantacy

A Lamur, GA, USA Novel

Chapter Twenty: Consortium Consultation

By Gail Rose Landers

*A Life in Plain Sight* begins with Steve, a thirty-five-year-old man whose small, fine-boned body and naturally androgynous presentation mean strangers routinely perceive him as a beautiful woman—a fact Steve has lived with for years without allowing it to complicate his certainty about who he is. Intelligent, literal, funny, intensely curious, and comfortably isolated, Steve has built a perfectly functional life around work, family, hobbies, and the conviction that *not unhappy* is good enough.

“How did it go at Becca’s?” asked Stephanie when Faye and Paula returned to Paula’s home near High Wycombe.

“Didn’t she give you a call?” asked Faye.

Nineteen Minutes

Day 88 in chastity - 1:17pm

I was twenty years old, home from university, working three days a week at an internship that barely paid me and lying around in the garden with one hand down my shorts.

Not in a sexual way. Oh my god, obviously not! It was hot, the elastic pressed against the cage, and the cage itched. That was all.

Probably.

My laptop rested on the grass beside me with a graduate scheme application open and ignored. On my phone, the group chat was deciding which pub to start at tonight.

LUKE: spoons 7 then old red?

Once back at Sam’s place I set about making a bit of dinner. As we ate, I went over with Sam what had occurred with Sarah so that Sam would know if any questions arose. Since tomorrow was going to be my last full day with Sam we also discussed what the future might bring. Sam was very adamant that I come back as Barbara. He said that it had been the most uplifting time that he had had in years.

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People are Complicated
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I was an experienced transvestite. I had been closeted for years. I denied it to myself and did not tell my wife the full extent of my need to dress. She was open to “kinky sex”, but she drew the line at anything more than that. I decided that I would lie to her as well as myself.

This story contains sexual scenes

I had been meeting guys for a few weeks as Kathy. My real name is Keith. Well, I do feel like Kathy most of the time, though. I have been a lifelong crossdresser, and since leaving the council-run home, I have had the opportunity every day.