Last time...
I took him through the whole story from the beginning. He didn't stop me once, just sat there and took notes on a little notepad. He changed pages a lot, I think he must have filled the whole pad!

I shook my head, "If I was really that brave I would have broken out of there a lot sooner, instead of giving in to my aunt and dressing and acting like a girl."

Bridges: Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Eventually, I join my Dad in the land of nod. The morning will start my journey back to what I was born to be. I shall really miss life as Tina.

Chapter 55: The Aftermath

The next day Ryan woke up feeling great. His energy had returned and he felt like he could conquer the world. He took a look at himself in the mirror and almost forgot that he was a changed man. He went down for some breakfast and on his way back up his mother pulled him into her bedroom.

"Ryan, how do you feel about attending Ms. Jacob's class today?"

Ryan had decided to keep calm and play this new class as no big deal. He had developed a somewhat convoluted sense of power over his virus and going to some stupid class wasn't going to phase him.

Something to Declare by Cyclist

Chapter 35

Time was moving faster than I could manage. I was being lined up for surgery almost before knew it, PBP was looming, I still hadn’t sorted a way of getting back across the Channel with my passport and official gender as they were, and my conversation months ago with Geoff was something I truly wanted to ignore. There was no way on Earth I was ever going back in that cage, no way I would ever pretend again.

Something to Declare by Cyclist

Chapter 34

And Sue was indeed stocious, as a rat. We had formed up in one of the Crawley bars that sold more bottles of coloured liquid than real ale, the sort of drink known as “tart fuel”, and that was exactly what it was like.

Evanescence 5.

Part 5

“OMGdss! Shit!, shit, shit, shit!” I repeat over and over as I rush through the trailer hopping into a colder than I like shower and get f-ing shampoo in my eyes and then drying off and running into my room and start to delve through my meager closet.

Of COURSE, SHE is there and with every choice I make she’s going.
“Nope, I don’t think so, too flirty, too dowdy, too butch….”

She is having waaay too much FUN with this.