Liz asks her moms for a special Halloween costume, kind of last minute. Can Julie get it ready in time for the school parade?

A Kelly Anderson-Sanders: The Adult Years Companion Mini episode.

No Politics.

Saturday morning finds Chloe Johnson in a rather enviable position. She's sharing a beautiful Regency Hill home with Allison Kensington, her new wardrobe is magnificent, and the woman beside her seems to consider kissing an essential part of the morning routine. Chloe is beginning to think that agreeing to become Allison's girlfriend was the most sensible decision she's ever made, although Allison might question her definition of sensible. They've already discovered that they can argue about practically anything, including breakfast, and somehow end up enjoying themselves even more.

Unfortunately, two women who met yesterday and promptly moved in together cannot expect their families to remain blissfully unaware forever. Chloe knows her mother can extract an alarming amount of information from an innocent telephone call, while Allison has spent a lifetime developing strategies for managing hers. Neither woman has considered what might happen if their parents become interested in the same subject. In the meantime, Chloe has a perfectly lovely Saturday planned with her girlfriend, and she's determined to enjoy every minute of it. Allison would probably be more relaxed about that ambition if Chloe didn't look quite so pleased with herself.

Hi there,

Thank you for reading up to this point. If you haven't yet, I highly recommend reading the first few chapters of this story before this one.
I hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 7
― Crystal ―

― Crystal’s Dream ―
Crystal finds himself walking down a long corridor made of rainbow, with red, and black stars all around.

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 74
I was watching him closely, of course, and there was no way I could miss his smugness. It matched the impression I had gained when the two had met us at the airport: they were no longer a pair of lovestruck teenagers but a settled couple. There was that casual assumption of how the other would react, the obvious relaxation around each other. I almost felt jealous.

The transition from the blinding light of the arrest to the oppressive gloom of the processing centre was a blur of agony and terror. Roisin felt as though she were drifting through a nightmare, her body a map of bruises and her mind a fractured mirror. Then came the processing.

She was shoved into a cold, tiled room that smelled of bleach and old sweat. Four male guards stood there, their expressions ranging from bored indifference to active malice.

"Strip," one of them commanded. His voice was like gravel.

The Ardmore has the wine list they told him it would have. Mark's already made a choice when I get there, a bottle, a Côtes du Rhône, something he says he's been meaning to try for six months and keeps not getting around to, and he pours for me before the server can offer. The glass is a little too full. He drinks it like a man who drinks what's in front of him rather than a man who thinks about wine.

His phone is upside-down on the table.

"So," he says, "health systems consulting. What does that actually mean?"

Dieithryn Chapter

© Maeryn Lamonte 2026

For those who appreciate a little regularity, I'll be aiming to put up posts every Monday, Wednesday and Friday from here on, maybe switching to daily in the last week This means I should reach the end of the story by Christmas.

William and Julian lived in the boring, conservative, flat, mid-section of the United States called Kansas. They were “friends with benefits” who were about to graduate from High School. Socially they did not fit in with the traditional cliques but they fit well with each other. They would do ANYTHING to get away from Kansas including joining a unique Fraternity-Sorority based in exciting Southern California. It was rumored that they were two of those ‘sensitive’ boys you read about.

That “anything” requirement was their participation in a Gender-Modification Hormone Therapy (GMHT) program. It could be argued that the program was more of a re-alignment than a modification.

Eighteen years after the events of The Kelly Anderson Chronicles, Kelly and Julie Anderson-Sanders have built a family and a life together. When the death of Kelly’s grandmother brings old friends and family together, memories of the past meet the realities of the present. But as the 2026 election approaches, a growing political backlash threatens the rights and security of transgender people. Kelly and those closest to her must decide how to respond, and what they can do to protect the future for the next generation. Welcome to 2026 is a story of family, friendship, and the continuing fight for progress.

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.