Chapter 1: Dundee, 2017

Dundee.

The city of my well-spent youth. Compact, affordable, practical; or so some of the more positive reviews seemed to indicate. Not that I really needed a review, but I hadn't been back in twenty years.

There was the Dundee I remembered: not really a tourist destination; a bit dowdy and plain; shops closed by six. Not quite sure what people did for entertainment after dark apart from pubbing. Just your average Scottish city. I didn't think it had really changed.

Barreled
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“Barreled - verb - drive or move in a way that is so fast as to almost be out of control.”

The traffic had been awful all day. A journey of only 140 miles had taken six hours. The one saving grace was the booking at a roadside hotel that would give me a night's rest before the second 140 miles I had to do tomorrow. The staff at the hotel knew me from regular family visits.

When sixteen year-old Alex Fairfield defies his Aunt's domineering influence, he discovers the price of liberty may be more than he could possibly afford. A night out on the town results in an ordeal of cross-dressed humiliation as "Allie" learns that some boundaries should never be crossed.

“You’re flirting with the waiters.”

Another Country -13-
by Erin Halfelven

Part Nine

Aaron decided that he needed to speak with Abner Throne as quickly as possible. If nothing else, he wanted to correct whatever impression Mannequin had left him with. Therefore, instead of trying to make an appointment, he simply arrived in the man's office early the next day. Throne, busy poring over some documents, didn't even notice him until Aaron noisily cleared his throat. Throne's reaction then was one of annoyance.

"Who are you!? How did you get in here?!"

"I'm Aaron Labelle. I understand you've been trying to talk to me."

Sent By Sophia

Chapter 5: Set-Up

A Transgender Coming of Age Adventure

A Story from THE ONE

Ariel Montine Strickland

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The gym's fluorescent lights are unforgiving. I take a stall to change, shucking my jeans. My usual workout shorts go on and I understand the problem immediately: the fabric pulls tight across a rear that's rounder and fuller than two days ago, the seat straining in a way that has nothing to do with fit. I have less muscle in my thighs and the mass sits differently - softer at the inner thigh, fuller at the seat, less dense at the outer quad. The shorts follow a silhouette I don't recognize. I dig out my sweatpants and put those on instead.

Rascal's First Halloween
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Down the Transgender Fiction Rabbit Hole!

I fell down the transgender fiction rabbit hole late one summers evening between my junior and senior year in high school. I can still recall how it happened, it was simple enough, it was early in the evening and mom had been invited out to dine at a local restaurant by one of her co-workers. Leaving me alone, to fend for myself. Well not really fend for myself, she had slipped me three twenty dollars bills and told me to door-dash something.

Chapter 5

That January was full-on. We recorded shows in Narooma, Bermagui, Bega, Merimbula, Eden, Bombala and Cooma. We had to stop at Batemans Bay to re-record me leaving, as we now had another town next.

Part Eight

"You don't seem very worried about the President denying some elements of modern science," said Melody, still on the phone with Aaron. "Aren't you afraid he'll influence researchers to post the wrong results?"