(This story is a follow up of last year’s Halloween story "The Doll Maker" Reading that first is advised.)

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

He checked my chart and signed it before he left, leaving me to ponder my fate. Well, someone had been through my knapsack! As I continued to think, I realised that I was unlikely to be in a prison hospital because this countries’ police would have just finished me off with a brick to the head before announcing that I had been dead on arrival; and then splitting my haul and my savings between them. This made it more curious but left the question of why was I here?

Angel A
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I saw it in him almost immediately. Maybe it takes a sissy to know a sissy? Even if the poor child had no idea herself. Here was a boy who acted like a boy, but his inner voice was screaming: "I am a girl!" It seemed that I was the only one who heard it. Not even he himself.

Breathless
A Short Story suggested by Veronica
By Maryanne Peters

I’ve had a superannuated cervix for eight and a bit decades now, and I consider myself to be a woman, whatever that is.

Michelle arose before Sam. She went down into the kitchen in her kimono and slippers to get them both some tea and to start breakfast. Sam had offered to cook, but Michelle insisted. It gave her a warm feeling cooking for her man. She had just got the eggs and bacon out ready to cook when Sam sat down freshly showered holding the letter.

"You open it Sam, I don't want anything to do with that monster."

Chapter 13 –It’s the Blade, Boss, the Blade!!

Melehan stepped to one side, leaving me in line of sight of his snipers and muttered “Shoot the bitch” into his cufflink. Several seconds passed and nothing happened so he tried again.

 
 
*Choice*

 
 
Well I can tell you, Sunday was not the best day I have ever had. All I could think of through lunch at Grandma’s was this stupid situation me and Drew had gotten into. I mean seriously, how were me and Drew gonna pass as girls in front of all our mates, one afternoon and some luck and suddenly our fates are sealed.

Chapter 12 –The Game becomes Reality?

When Gareth and Geraint joined us we sat down and Sir Lionel asked me to relate my five and a bit years since I fled the house. I spoke about Griff and I getting away and his audacious plan for us to live as man and wife until we ended in Aberystwyth and Merilyn being born. I told them that he had made a wonderful husband and it was a blow when he didn’t come home. I said that I did not want them to know where I now lived until we had put Melehan to bed.

Peer Pressure
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

The door burst open and in came Gaz and Foxy with three cases of beer. All three were landed with flamboyance upon the low table by the cabin’s fireplace in front of Yogi, Lonnie and Bull.

“Mommy, every year we go to the beach, and every year I have the best time. It’s like the only time I get to really play with Amy. This year was the best ever. Thanks.”

Sammy’s mom heard her darling child, now nine years old, and spread her arms, and Sammy came rushing to her. The hug was massive and tight, and the love tingled through Sara’s body. She thought how when Sammy was in his boy mode, which was most of the time, he was rough and sullen and nasty to his sister.

Chapter 11 – Towards the End Game

Jack said “He just got unlucky; no-one can predict a lightning strike.” I let it hang for a moment and then said “Do you really think that he was just ‘unlucky’ to lose his two houses and get his offices in Whitehall trashed by a power surge. If you believe that then you would believe anything.”

“My my my,” said Paula, “do you ever stop looking?”

“What do you mean? Looking at what?” replied Dave.

“Oh come on now, you have been staring at that woman across the room all night, it’s really embarrassing. I have to watch you, she has clearly noticed, and it’s really so sexist. What’s your excuse this time?

“I haven’t been doing that, I swear,” he said, his voice lowering to almost silence. “Really, I’m telling the truth.”

What happened next? Well before Clay and I could go on our date, I needed to change out of my bathing suit. I mean I could have wrapped a towel around my waist, slipped on a pair of flip-flops and called it all good and ready to go. But that looks only suitable for the beach and not a end of the summer carnival. And going home and getting changed was kind of out of the question. Heck mom and dad had already headed off to find a secluded place of their own. I honestly think mom and dad were trying to rekindle the love of their marriage or something.

 
 
*Another Fine Mess*

 
 
"You are serious aren’t you”
“Of course we are”

Drew turned a funny shade of pink

“Look guys, it will be fun, once you are dressed up no one will know”
“Like you can make us disappear! Everyone will know who we are straight off”
“No they wont!”
“I’m not saying I’m in” I said, “but what’s in it for us?”

Danny always remembered when his sisters went to ballet class. They were so excited, they said, getting to dance all the steps and being able to wear such pretty costumes. But it was also hard work, and they practiced every day, hoping to star in the recitals. And Danny loved to watch them, fascinated by the moves and also loving the ballet costumes, which were so pretty. Plus, the tights were gorgeous.

“Move it, Chloe.” Robyn looks back at her friend as they ran through a grove of walnut trees.

“I’m trying, Robyn. But something doesn’t feel right with me.” Chloe was dressed as Daisy Johnson from Agents of Shield.

The two of them, along with several others had gone to a Halloween party. It was taking place out at an abandoned farmhouse in the countryside. The party was being hosted by a famous online blogger and several respected local bands were playing at it. It was opened to the public.

Based on a captioned image from an unknown creator, this is the story of how Alan's mom and a female friend conspired to lead Alan to his destiny as a woman, serving women and becoming his true self.
Men are so weak. That's why I married Alan, he was precious and worshipped me like a puppy dog. Plus, he didn't know the story behind how we met or how he became Allison. Now look at Allison, she's what I - and her mom - always wanted.

Caption:

"Hold still Brian while i fix your lipstick"

"Mom i'm kind of nervous, this is my first date as 8ecky, what if Josh just see's me as a boy in a dress?"

"Honey he knows you're a boy becoming a girl and he still asked you out, you've been on hrt for two years now, you've become very pretty, trust me in that dress all he's going to see is what i see, a pretty girl named Becky, now let me finish your makeup, i have a feeling Josh will be wanting to kiss these lips by the end of the night"

The story:

Michelle grew more nervous as the weekend approached. Sam assured her his sister was a nice person. She was very popular at Royal Infirmary hospital in Edinburgh. She worked in the psychology department.

Michelle still thought is was a big step, meeting the family. She knew all girlfriends and boyfriends go through this, but it was a first for her. What if Suzi thought she wasn't good enough for her little brother?

Chapter 9 – Making Sense of the Chaos

“Now for the clean-up” I said. Lance was about to burst so I put a finger to his lips and whispered “We cannot let them report to Melehan. They all have to disappear.” Merilyn said “They have been shocked but one has suggested ringing the boss.”

Sam pulled away, he went into the living room to answer his phone. Michelle carried on with the washing up. She tried to be quite to here who Sam was talking to.

"Oh, Hi darling,. What gives me the honor of a call from you."

It was a girl! Michelle stopped washing up and moved to the door the listen.

"Yes, well who could resist a sex bomb like you."

Sex bomb? A girlfriend?

I do yes, I'm in love.

My Hero
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

It was that period in a hotel cocktail bar when all those who were going to dinner had gone, but before those returning might catch a night cap before going up. Drake was at the bar because he had nowhere to go. The attractive woman was a late arrival.