Chapter 12
By Samantha Jenkins

I woke up to being gently shaken by Katie. She was already dressed, her wet hair hanging in a high ponytail.

“Wake up Morgan, you need to go get a shower. Jennifer will be out in a second. Your mom picked out some clothes for you to wear, they are on your bed.” I smiled up at her from my place on the air mattress. Katie offered her hand.

“See, Told you.” Sarah said to Mom. Sarah was still wearing the pink sleeveless dress that she had worn on the flight down.

“I don’t know what it is dad, I’m trying my best.”

“Before you finish up son, you need to give me those final 7 push-ups”

“Yes dad” Billy replied as he saved those until the end and pushed them out.

This was becoming a big concern that would have to be addressed. How was Billy going to explain the gradual loss of strength? Was he getting in way over his head? Should he call it quits on the hormones? This may not be the right time.

May Day Entry

Topsy Turvey
Maid Joy

The High Priest stepped up to the microphone.

"Everyone, please listen up. The Beltane ritual tonight is going to be a bit different. Normally as you know the females are the receptors and the males are the givers in the Great Rite, but this time we are going to reverse it. Tonight, the High Priestess is going to hold the Athame, and I'm going to hold the Chalice.

"Further, the decoration of the Phallus," there was some slight chuckling from the audience, "is also going to be reversed. The men will be going sunwise, and the women anti-sunwise. The steps are the same, but it is going to take some concentration to keep your mind on the parts.

"Other than that the ritual is exactly the same. Thank you."

Day One

    Desolate but breathtaking, that’s how Charlie Dawson always described the Alaskan tundra. After completing his residency in General Medicine, he had fled joyously back to the land of his youth. Others had twisted and fought like salmon at the end of a hook only to be slowly reeled back into the bosom of the state that had covered the huge loans incurred by eight or more years of study and training. For some reason, the State of Alaska expected them to practice in the “Land of the Midnight Sun” or immediately reimburse the state for its costs–with interest and stiff penalties.

I was wakened in the dark by the horrid wailing of the air-raid siren.

‘Here we go again,’ I thought, pulling on Greta’s baggy navy-blue knickers before traipsing out to the Anderson shelter in the corner of the back garden.

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

Description: A married cross-dresser's fantasy to dress and serve becomes reality at the hands of his wife and her lover.

“Well aren't you becoming quite the regular.” Joked Holly as she sat down beside Joseph. "So what have you been up to?"

“Oh just this and that.” Responded Joseph as he ordered two drinks.

“This and that?”

“Yes, it's been a long week for me and I wanted to relax for a while.”

“So any progress with Maria and Michelle?”

“It isn’t fair.” was the last thing I said, running out the back door. How come I always have to do it. I could understand if I was a girl. I was mad. I just wanted to get away from my prying parents eyes. I was going to stew about this for a while and then I would come back and do what they told me to do. Just like I do every time.