Cursed by a phantom technomage with a forced gender assignment and a dimensional shift that rewrites his history, a trapped boy chooses survival over suicide after discovering the trauma is awakening his dormant ancestral technomagic—a power he must master to shield his soul, and heal without vengeance.

CHAPTER 58
I didn’t go back for the verdict, but to no surprise on my part it was a guilty one. Twat. Barry left it a month or so, but in early December, a hired van was enough to transfer all of my stuff, plus some of Amina’s, to our new place in Cathays. We had a bedroom. We had two spares; it was rather like one of those video games where you build an empire, as we had all that space but only some of it was occupied.

Gemma’s may have just become a regular point of call. Enough said.

The dome doesn't fit under the desk anymore. I've stopped trying. I keep the chair pulled back a full foot now and lean forward to type, my forearms braced on my knees half the time.

Thirty-four weeks.

I rest both hands on the black nylon panel of my maternity slacks. I feel a hard push against the inside of my stomach. The intrusion still spikes my heart rate. A solid object, a growing human skeleton, displacing my organs and bruising my lower ribs.

Maybe I can be someone new, she thought. Maybe I need to be.

Chapter Ten: The Moon Blossom Gala

I gave myself one final look in the mirror—a heart-shaped mirror, rimmed with glowing pastel LEDs, floating gently above the vanity. Even the glass displayed digital cherry blossom petals drifting in a lazy spiral, a touch of whimsy only possible on this planet of dreamlike technology and Kawaii indulgence. My reflection blinked back at me, wide-eyed and a little breathless.

My Secret Life
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman
Sequel To
Magnolia Blooms & Sakura Petals

-6-
Washing Everything Away

The sun was starting to dip below the horizon and the heat of the afternoon was slowly starting to retreat. The coolness of the evening hours was slowly starting to creep in. I'd spent most of my morning and the better part of my afternoon catching up on the neighborhood lawns that needed to be mowed. I'd mowed around four and I'd started on one, that I would finish tomorrow morning weather permitting.

More informal messing with feminine appearance

Putting away the gown and jewelry after last night's formal dinner, one piece again reminded me of its history.

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Seeking a fresh start with a new job, Quinn Miller, a high school math teacher, finds himself participating in a Homecoming spirit week challenge that pushes him to his limits — in the girliest possible way...

Quinn Miller needs to grow up. Fresh off a divorce and already in his thirties, he knows he needs to settle down somewhere and establish roots. His new job teaching math at Garrison High School feels like the perfect way to make connections and build a lasting career. The only problem? It’s Homecoming season, and Quinn is not the school spirit type.

But Quinn knows if he’s going to get anywhere in life, he needs to embrace change. So why not sign up for one of the newly minted spirit week challenges? You know, something simple. Baking cookies for the bake sale, staying late to decorate the halls… or teaching a full day of class dressed as a girl.

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I focused on being with my three pregnant wives, and once a week as pregnant Sea Man Jody. My Sea Man form was actually the first one to show because the baby grows under only a thin layer of skin outside the body rather than in a uterus deep inside the body. It was a pretty small lump down by my navel, but it was visible a mere month into the pregnancy.

Tori has three questions, and answering them is proving considerably more complicated than anyone expected. Five women who have spent years building a happy life together are seriously considering whether there might be room for someone else. Nat thinks the discussion may require a lawyer, which is inconvenient because Tori is one, and Maddie is becoming increasingly impatient with everyone insisting on being reasonable. Chloe has reservations she can't quite put aside, and Sofia understands why this conversation deserves more care than their usual arguments over breakfast.

Across town, Steve is attempting to make risotto while learning considerably more about relationships than he ever expected to need to know. He's beginning to suspect that his feelings for these five women have wandered rather beyond ordinary friendship, although he's sensible enough to recognize that their relationship doesn't come with an invitation for additional members. Dennis, the paper Pegasus with a promising accounting career, offers his usual complete lack of useful advice. The risotto, at least, is coming along beautifully.

It's an interesting Sunday afternoon for six people who would probably be astonished to discover just how much they have on their minds in common.