4. An evening out - Christopher's adventures in Miss Johnssons "Girls World" store

Another chapter in this BigCloset TopShelf story.

I’m not sure I’m ready for this, sending my children away to America for six weeks? It sounded like it would be such a great learning experience for them, but that was before everything with their mum came to pass. I know the kids sense it as well, but there’s something about this morning that can’t help but feel like the last time Drew and Jules will ever see their mum alive. God, it hurts just thinking about it. Yes, it’s early, and they’re barely awake, but I can see it in their eyes. Even as we all tell ourselves that she’s a fighter, and will never give up, there’s a cloud hanging over all of us casting an ominous shadow over everything. That cloud keeps reminding us that the prognosis given to her by the specialist said to expect six weeks. Ironic how she’s been given exactly the amount of time the kids will be away.
 

Thomas Higgs's old friend died, but then who is this young man with the strange offer to make Tommy young again?

Part 1 of 3
by
Bill Hart

Author's Notes:

Bill

This story is based on the story called, "I, my sister" and was written by Diana Christy (07/97). I would like to thank Diana for allowing me to use parts of her story in mine. I would also like to thank Arcee and Darkside for their support and suggestions that I needed to finish this story. A special thanks to Elaine for all her hard work in proofing the story and her suggestions on a number of different issues. I couldn't have written this story without their support. Thanks guys!

This story is based on the story called, "I, My Sister" and was written by Diana Christy (07/97). I would like to thank Diana for allowing me to use parts of her story in mine. I would also like to thank Arcee and Darkside for offering suggestions needed to finish this story. I could not have written this story without their support. Thanks guys!

More kisses and self exploration with a little help from Abba.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Bonzi Cat & Angharad.
part 63

Simon took me home and after escorting me up to my room and kissing me goodbye, left. I shut my door and leant against it, I was walking on air and my head felt somewhere else. It was wonderful, an amazing warm feeling that I had never experienced before.

It's all in the timing and Cathy's watch is slow!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad & Bonzi Cat.
part 62.

“So what’s got you upset? Aside from just seeing her?”
“She’s gone back to Peters.”
“Changed her name, eh?”
“Yeah”
“I don’t suppose that’s too big a surprise, although the timing does seem a bit sudden. Is that what’s bugging you?”
“Yes, at least partially. I had built up in my mind that there was a chance we could make some progress toward reconciliation, but once I found out about the whole name business, I said I couldn’t stay and left.”
“I think I can understand that. And if she’s thinking clearly, I’d bet she can as well.”
“That’s the thing, I’m not sure what she’s thinking. And the other thing that’s bothering me, is she isn’t looking well.”
“Now that could be your imagination. Your subconscious looking for something that isn’t there. And even if what you’re saying is true, maybe it’s just the flu or something. As much as she’s been traveling, it’s bound to have worn down her resistance quite a bit.”
“True”
“Listen Dave, you hang in there. If anyone can make their way through this, it’s you. Just give it time. Everything will work out.”

Home means a lot of things to different people. To me, it's a place where you find unconditional love and acceptance. There are a number of places I've found that felt like home. This story is about a slightly different kind of place one might call home where I get to meet a slightly different version of a very special person many of you might have heard of.

Home
Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown
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Here I was, worrying about how Juliette has been dealing with everything that’s been going on, and I come home to find Drew; well, maybe I should say Gaby, sitting on the stairs in her mother’s things, in such an upset state! At this moment in time what my child is wearing is of little importance. What matters is my youngest is in pain, and I have to do something…anything…to make that pain go away.

“It’s alright…everything will be okay…I love you so much…shhh…don’t cry…I’m here now…” Dave sat there on that landing, holding his child, for who knows how long, just trying to comfort her with his words and his touch. When finally the distraught youngster began to calm somewhat, he helped her to bed, tucking her in, then picking up a blanket for himself and sitting down in a chair at her bedside, just in case his presence would be needed again.

“Night Drew, sleep tight.”

“Night Dad.”

Note: Transgender and age regression are implied.

Baruchah and Maggie were playing in their room when Momma walked in with a cute little tiny toddler in her arms. The two girls dropped their puzzle pieces and stared wide eyed at the little girl snuggling in their momma's arms.

Momma smiled and told them, “This is your brand new sister, Michelle, and she is two-years-old, soon to be three.”

In music, the word cadence is used to describe a point of resolution. Another way of putting it is that it's a point in a song where it sounds like it could stop without leaving the listener hanging.

For those who might wonder what became of some of the characters from my story Changing Keys, here's a look ten years into the future. There are minor TG characters, but that's all. Hope you all enjoy it.

“All in good time?”, I repeated. “This is most definitely NOT a good time. Frankly, my dear doctor, your stalling is really getting on my nerves.”

“So I can tell, my dear...”, he began.

“And would you stop calling me ‘dear‘” I interrupted, “like I am some helpless... woman.” I fairly spat out the last word. “I am not a woman, and I am most certainly not helpless. Let me reword my previous questions in a format that you can hopefully understand: Why have you done this to me?” I actually managed to work some menace into those last seven words, letting him know that my patience was rapidly approaching its end.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad
part 59.

"I still think I ought to tell him." I dreaded the idea and was hoping Stella could convince me not to.

"Fine okay, you tell him and maybe we'll meet sometime, maybe we won't, you certainly won't see Simon again, and what will it have proved? That you are honest but stupid."

I looked at the floor, "But I'm deceiving him."

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad
part 58.

"What did you do?" asked Stella emerging from the lounge.

"I didn't do anything?" Simon felt guilty even though he knew his conscience was clear.

"If you didn't do anything, then how come she's gone screaming up to her room?"

"She didn't go screaming," declared Simon firmly.

"What did you do, offer to show her your etchings?"

STRANGERS ON A TRAIN

By Bimbo Alison

A bored but romantic-at-heart witch enjoys a cross-country train trip. On her journey she touching many lives aboard the train and tries to make them better, while working around many of the rules and regulations of the magic community.

Hope you enjoy!

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Joanie and Leah meet a fan, get a "ride" from Jay and indulge in more surfing. A secret of Leah's family is revealed. The mommy bug bites Joanie again as does her inability to stay out of the limelight. The girls have lunch in Boston, Miki meets the smilodons and the Sabers. Joanie has suprises at Whateley, learns of Tom and Tina's mom's progress and goes to Boston to finish up for NOVA.

Andy Warhol said,"In the future, everyone will be famous for 15 minutes." What if your 15 minutes came late in life, and fame decided to never let you go? Could you survive the circus your life would become?

This is fan-fiction based on Heather Rose Brown's "Gender Express" She has kindly given me permission to post this story. This is fiction is not meant to represent any person alive or otherwise. Thanks for editing and proofing to our own Holly Happy Hart and Janet Nolan. Any mistakes are of course mine! Enjoy!

And finally, all for now. Tales of the Avis Gurls Club series. Again, If anyone wants to use one of my covers as a cover and write the actual story, no problem. Maybe that could be a contest ?? Just let me know and don't use Tales #1, as I am in the process of writing that story.

OK, I'm trying again with my comic covers. I divided them into four parts by sevens; this is 8-14. If any of you would like to use one of the covers as a cover and write the actual story, feel free to do so, just let me know so that I don't.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad
part 56

Despite my attempts to deny it, friday morning had to come. It arrived and I stayed in bed later than usual. I couldn't sleep worrying about what would happen when we got to the church. Then Pinky and Perky came in at about half past two and banged on my door as they passed, they were also singing at the tops of their voices.

Well, I hadn't been planning on adding to Madam Martinique's Finishing School, but there were a number of people who seemed to be hoping for more, so I decided to give this story another go. In Part 2, our main character discovers why there seem to be as many girls as boys in an all-boys school and learns a bit more about what makes his new school unique.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & N.Cooke.
part LV

I was in town, the bag I was carrying contained a pair of navy shoes with three inch stiletto heels and a small leather handbag in a very close match of colour. I was feeling rather smug that both had been purchased from sale stock, so I'd saved quite a few pennies. Then I saw it.