Harold had exactly three hours to complete his initiation task, and he'd already wasted forty minutes of it standing outside Kappa Delta holding a box of Russell Stover chocolates like an idiot.

CHAPTER 72
“Let’s get another round of brews in, then”

I did the business with Des, then nodded at Bobby.

The mirror at six in the morning, the bathroom light on, the city still dark beyond the window.

Tempus Fugit

There’s a saying that time flies when you’re having fun. I can agree with that. For me, what happened wasn’t that funny. It took me by surprise, and time seemed to become elastic from that moment on.

Dance, Dance, Dance, Amy

A Transgender Mythology Romantacy

A Lamur, GA, USA Novel

Chapter Twenty-Three: Mother’s Counsel

By Gail Rose Landers

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

-3-
Friendship Request Denied!

Standard Presentation

Day 32 in chastity

Before too long, all of my clothes started to fit differently because Richard had begun changing and rearranging what went inside them.

Me. Daniel.

Padding was dangerous, he said. Mum might find it. A wig could slip. Stubble took too long to hide when Bluebell was supposed to mean immediately. Every solution created the next problem, and every problem had one responsible, discreet treatment Richard had already researched and procured.

The pills were temporary at first. Everything was temporary at first.

I found a jacket that remembers a missing girl, and it’s rewriting my body one day at a time. Now I have to solve that girl's murder before the coat finishes its work and I disappear into someone else’s life.

Brightbird and the Cosmic Egg

Chapter 2 - Genius Twins

By Jo Dora Webster

A Transgender Coming of Age Adventure

From the Limoxian Universe

Practice Invisibly

Days 12-14

The next morning Mum was buttering toast while I stood beside the kitchen table in trainers and an old sweatshirt, arguing with Richard about something unimportant. I cannot remember what. I remember enjoying the shape of the argument itself - my voice raised just enough, Richard answering calmly like he knows everything so much better than me, Mum barely listening. Even then, arguing was still something Daniel did without having to think about how Daniel was supposed to do it.

The razor sits on the edge of the bathroom sink. A thin layer of white dust coats the plastic handle. The blades are dulling from the humidity of the shower. I haven't picked it up in two weeks. The dark stubble that used to shadow my jaw every morning stopped growing.

I brace both hands against the porcelain rim and look at the mirror.