News for Dad
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

Contest Winner Transformed Star

Chapter 1: Contest and Star Transformation

Brandon had been a fan of his favorite porn site for years. It was a place where people could admire and celebrate female entertainers—dancers, actresses, models, and performers of all kinds as they starred in porn films. When he heard about a contest offering a chance to spend a week on set with the girls, he didn’t hesitate to enter. To his surprise, he won. It felt like a dream come true.

Ignore the body you are sure to find. It's just me…

Jack was greeted warmly by Victoria who pulled him into a tight embrace warm with feeling and regard, as soon as he arrived at her door. Though he was slightly saddened to think that really she had greeted him as she would any of her girlfriends. Still, their relationship was new to them both and complicated making Victoria's greeting understandable to Jack, who soon forgot that thought, so distracted was he by the fluttering of his heart as he leaned his head on Victoria's shoulder and Victoria's heartbeat, fast like his own as she pulled him ever closer to her.

I used to believe that people weren’t deliberately cruel; that everyone was struggling along as best they could to play the hand they were dealt. Then I met Joseph Fieldings. Joseph, Not Joe! I had seen him around town a few times and had been told that Joseph was best avoided. He was on parole for nearly killing a man in a bar fight and the smart money said he’d soon be going back to prison.

What do you do when you think your girlfriend is cheating on you? Crossdress and take her on a date to find out, obviously.

On Monday December 9th of this year, I was asked by my daughter Karen’s history teacher to address his class on my experience with the Immigration/Naturalization process. Normally I turn down such requests because for the last 40 years I have seen myself as an American. This year though is different for a few reasons, and I agreed. The biggest reason is this year marks the 40th anniversary the beginning of not only my journey to becoming the woman I am today but my path of becoming an American citizen. When my daughter Karen heard my story during her class she informed me that I should share my story here at BC.

First, he shrank. Not dramatically so – this wasn’t like Honey I Shrunk the Kids or Alice in Wonderland or anything. He was very far from Dwarf height, either. At most, he lost a foot and change in stature, enough so that his eye line was now below the picture mounted on the wall in front of him, whereas just moments before he could look directly at it without having to crane his neck back.

“Tammy, I love what that magical wreath did to me.” Sara loved her new elven body as she looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror.

“I’m glad you like your new body because I hate what it did to me.” Tammy walks up and stands next to Sara.

The magic from the ancient Christmas wreath they found had changed both. Where Sara was turned into a five-foot-six-inch busty, curvy female elf, she was turned into a female elf who resembled Judy from the Tim Allen Santa Claus movies.

Charlotte and Michael continue with their lives and now, two years on it is Christmas time once more and change is in the air!

A Crumb Free Christmas - Two years on

Naomi snuffed out her cigarette. She rarely took more than a few drags from one. She just liked holding it. And it allowed her to take breaks outside. She still had a few minutes on her break and she wasn’t going to waste a second of it even if it was a hot, sticky summer night.

As Rob drove to Church for the Christmas Eve Service he felt torn. For several years the place of comfort and support the Church represented had become increasingly difficult for him to bear. For the vast majority of the congregation, the Religious Dogma was rote, especially the formal prayers and creeds. Rob didn’t see anyone who put any thought into what they said thus missing what the Faith was all about. He understood he was not having a Faith Crisis, but was slowly being consumed by a Religious Crisis. For the last 5 years, He’d been increasingly unable to rouse himself from bed, only attending sporadically. The closer he came to the Church for the Christmas Eve Services, the more anxiety he felt. This brought up the question of how, at age 73, he’d reached this unsettling point in his life. During the past 47 years he’d traveled the 36 mile loop between Church and home well over 3500 times so the route had become rote. His mind switched to auto pilot as he reminisced.

This story is a scene set in Manchester England. A man comes home from work and finds his wife cooking dinner. This story is told from both points of view.

" Hi Michelle luv, I'm back! What's for dinner?"

Tony's back. I only hope he's not feeling too horny. I'm standing at the sink, washing up.

"There's a casserole in the oven. it should be ready in about ten minutes."

I can feel his eyes on me. I better turn the oven down.

Tony

The Escort and her Driver

“Where to tonight, Emma?” asked Daniel, the driver.

“Number three, please, Daniel,” asked the raven-haired woman in the white fur coat who had just got into his car.

The Little Brother
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

In all this transgender shit, nobody talks about people like me. Nobody talks about the little brother.

Imagine that you have an older brother that you always looked up to, a sportsman and a musician and a popular guy at school, somebody a little brother would want to be, and then he tells you he wants to be a girl. That is what Josh did. I could not believe it. None of us could. Our parents were in shock too.

I grew up in the Australian Outback. So, it wasn’t exactly beyond the Black stump and on second thought it wasn’t THAT far from the big city. So let’s say it was in the bush.

How do I stop…truly.

I NEED to stop. I truly believe this. I even want to believe it's possible.
This is somewhat adapted to turn it into a story rather than a completely autobiographic blog. There’s the true parts of the story that are a bit of a catastrophe-emergency?

It was different then.

I just felt different – but I knew nothing. I was alone – like all the others. Hidden, secretive, scared.
Even if I had been of an age and with money to do it – I couldn’t go into a shop and ask about panties or lipstick. Public disgrace and worse.