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Twilight... The last glimpses of the Sun's glow, the stars begin to shine, and what there is of the Moon, twinkles into being. A cool breeze toys with the few remaining leaves that survived the Winter's cold, drifting in swirling eddies of the gentle breeze. In the stillness of this moment, a few brave crickets chirruped, adding their claim to existence....

Fearfully and Wonderfully Made Chapter 9 - “Black Friday” and other disasters

Things actually started off well.

Fearfully and Wonderfully Made Chapter 7: The last hurrah

Fearfully and Wonderfully Made Chapter 3 - Moving on up

Author's note: Sorry this chapter is so short. I'll post the next chapter tomorrow to make up for it.

I wrote this poem in the winter 1991 - 1992. I had recently moved out on my wife, at the time, and in with my first Tgal lover. I'd started HRT in June '91 and had my GRS with Dr. Stanley Biber in Trinidad, Colorado scheduled for June '92.

I had met my first M2F TS in January 1990 and realized I was TS later that year. In 2 1/2 years, I was going from being in denial about my true self and seeming like a "normal guy" to most people, to being post-op. Sometimes things seemed to be going so fast that I felt like I was on a rocket sled. I wanted to transition so much and I felt that I had wasted so much time; there was nothing to do but go as fast as possible, but still my head was spinning from all the changes.

At the request of a dear friend and reader, i am reposting this as a one shot fiction. i had posted this to my blog originally. This is a short poem i wrote about 6 years ago. i hope you enjoy it.
Diana