“I’m hundry,” Linda informed me. “Donna said you would make hopgakes for us.”

Parker looks at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door. She couldn’t believe her parents had accepted that she had wanted to be a girl since she was little. True, she has to see a counselor about how she feels. But she didn’t mind.

The counselor she has been seeing wants to see how she looked as a girl today. Her friend Tony was coming to pick her up to take her. He stood by her when she came to him about how she was.

“Parker, Tony is here to pick you up.” Mary sticks her head into her daughter’s bedroom.

Amanda couldn’t decide what she was going to wear to the comic con this year. This year they were bringing in some of the best comic book artists and having them interview a potential artist. She puts her portfolio together of some of her best drawings of comic book characters.

She hopes this time, she’ll get some job offers for her talent. Her parents were disappointed in her, first because she wanted to be a cartoonist. Secondly, they didn’t like the fact that she wanted to be a girl. She has always known she should have been born a girl, but she wasn’t.

"Go back to your room and clean up. I'll send Paul up to you later,"
Frankie said.

I staggered to the stairs. I felt Frankie's "deposit" trickling out of me. I clip, clopped up the stairs. My head was swimming. Terry was
screaming in my head.

"You just came from being fucked by a man, you must be gay now,"

I was thinking. "I have to act like this, or I will die. I must think l and a woman to stay alive."

Summerfield High School:
Shay braces herself as her father drives right into the flagpole at her high school. She looks over towards him, as several security officers at her high school come running out and over to the truck.

“Are you alright, Ms.?” Security Officer Wallace looks at the young girl on the passenger side of the truck.

“I’m okay, I think my father hit his head on the windshield.” Shay looks over toward security officer Wallace.

This is a story about having a second chance to be the person you were meant to be.

The traffic on the north circular was hell as usual. Typical London traffic. Everyone angry, everyone just trying to get home. No one giving an inch. It had been gridlocked for half an hour. I had promised my wife that by some miracle I would be home earlier than my normal 7pm to take her out to her favourite restaurant for her birthday.

The Following Week:
“I still can’t get over being my favorite actress and having a new identity.” Kara/Arnold was jogging next to Jessie as the two of them follow behind Jennifer and Cortney.

“I know what you mean, Kara. I can’t believe I’m the actress who plays Kimberly Hart from the Power Rangers.” Jessie was still getting used to being a woman.

San Antonio, Texas:
Charly stands in the shadows and records what was going on. She watches as a bunch of strange-looking men moves a bunch of women and children to a box truck. She was asked by Dove to scout out San Antonio for men that are being turned into young girls and women. Also, to locate anyone pushing a drug called Blue Lace.

This is a "sissy" story. I know many don't like this type of story. I am writing it for reader on another site. The last instalment on here has had 1400 reads even though it got only 53 kudos, and is still being read. So I thought I would put part 2 on here.

No sissies were harmed during the making of this story

After Samantha's, "good seeing to", Rocky left the room. The woman was alone with her.

"Don't get any idea's about trying to escape. I think a little demonstration is in order."

She showed Samantha another remote.