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Carrie’s Journey to Femininity

Chapter 1 The Encounter

Her tale is not a new one. The idea that she would grow up loving makeup and dresses instead football and jerseys is as much a mystery to her as to you the reader. It wasn't an accident that she was drawn satin and bows but a gradual evolution.

Does everybody make the same one?

 © Nick B May 2007

Here's a little ditty I put together over the last couple of days I thought may interest some. It's only short so there's no excuse for passing it by. If nothing else it'll hopefully make you smile and I'm sure there are some out there who would be interested if it really did exist...

Trans Pride Day, May 20, 2007

by shalimar

I used to be afraid that others would know my secret, that I am male between my legs, but female between my ears. What would happen if it got out? Would others still like me? Would I be hurt? In truth, questions like that were on my mind.

Femella Ailuros Armatura

by POLYROBOTICS1

Chapter Six

"Listen up, people. First the spinal cord, will be replace with a reinforced version. We will be doing a full internal replacement at the same time. What I mean; heart, lungs, both kidneys, liver, intestines, and spleen. Yes this is the works. Ribcage will be replace, same as before."

"Sir, will we be able to implement the my personal project?"

"Yes, you will. What is it?"

"Why all of these body hardening bones?"

This is about what happens when you meet that special someone that takes you higher than you ever dreamed
to be possible. But sometimes, when we fly higher than we should, we might burn our wings...

"There were so many new feelings and emotions descending upon me that I wanted to explore. Some old in a new dress, some long forgotten and some completely new. I wanted to take them in, feel them with all my senses in tune. I wanted to be with him! Nothing held us at this place anymore."

(Yeah, I've been editing this some, so bite me. Leave a comment if you liked it)

A health crisis sends Sam to the hospital. A frantic Joan attempts to make sense of it all.

A party. I go as a girl and my wife goes as a guy. A new me?

A special thanks to Hope for editing this story.

        Christina lay in bed on her side with her arm around a pillow. She hadn't checked what time it was, but judging by the sunlight, she expected it was past noon. Her mind was so seized with despair and worry that she'd slept only a few fitful hours since Andrei and left her at her bedroom door last night. Her hand was numb from clutching her gear necklace. She'd been holding it so tightly and for so long that the teeth had cut grooves into her palm.

Downtown

 © Nick B May 2007

Alex is a normal young lad and when the opportunity presents itself, he wants to be there. Trouble is, things don't always go the way we would like them to do they?

Thanks once again to my trusty Kris for taking the time out to cast an eye over this before I plonked it up here. It's not nearly as steamy as the last one, but life's not always like that is it?

Disclaimer:
Any similarity to persons living or dead is really unfortunate. This is fiction, you don't think I was really that lucky do you?

Synopsis: "I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
Marilyn Monroe

Like a Candle in the Wind
by Laurie S. aka l.satori

Part 2

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

All of our audiences were so enthusiastic! Standing ovations! The crowds demanded encores at each performance! The Marilyn Show's success went above and beyond our expectations.

“Oh, Sandy? Well she is different. Oh sh … I mean ah … she told me she wanted nothing to do with boys … uh … until after she … uh …is done with school.” Mrs. J stuttered, then realizing what she said, I noticed she had some regret about what she had said. “That didn’t sound very good, did it?”

“No it didn’t Mary, that sounded horrible actually. What’s so different about Sandy? Why can’t she date boys? Is it her, or you and your husband, that don’t want her to date boys?”