Being Me

By Karin Roberts

The Cruise – Voyage of Discovery

Cruise Diary – Day 4

I was sitting in a chair in the living room of my small apartment. Legs demurely crossed at the ankles. Legs that were encased in black thigh highs, the ones with the cute bows at the tops. Feet that were in black round peep toe pumps with 3 inch heels. He leaned over me and kissed me on the lips, a full romantic kiss on lips that were painted with Plump Lips plum shade lipstick. I was frozen in place and in time, intoxicated with this moment and a slight intoxication of white wine.

The Craigslist Killer Part 5
© 2014 by Nom de Plume

The White Squaw
By Anon Allsop

A young settler is captured by Indians while wearing women's clothing. To keep from being killed, the boy is forced to assume the role of the white female he is pretending to be. Donovan becomes friends with a white female who has been living with the Indians for many years, however, his ruse only worsens as he desperately tries to ward off the amorous advances of his Tehya's step-brother.

From my research on this story, the Osage were as far north as Independence Missouri in 1825. The youth was captured along the Platt River in 1851 by a lone Indian and then taken south for Several days. He had no real idea where he was...he only knew that Indian was in control, and he would die... The Osage Indians at the time of my story, were mostly living in Southern Kansas and Northern Oklahoma, however, It would not be beyond the realm of possibility for a single Indian to venture as far north as the Platt River.

The pieces, methodically and patiently placed over the preceding three years, were all falling into place, and having laid dormant, were apparently still undetected. The end game was ready to begin.

Over the months Aaron and I had spent many long nights discussing the situation, and I was beginning to truly feel like the partner and co-collaborator that everyone always presumed the fictitious Lade 3V3 to be.

The Craigslist Killer
© 2014 by Nom de Plume

I think I’m in the clear for now. The police have come and gone, and the hotel staff has cleared the hallway outside my room. If I could, I’d try to get some sleep, but after what I’ve just been through, that would be difficult. So I’ll try to write down exactly what happened this week, while it’s fresh in my mind, in case my lawyer needs it in the morning.

One thing’s for sure: I will never, ever dress up as a woman again.

House Sitting Pretty
by Ellie Dauber © 2003

Dan Hendrix learns that the one thing worse than cheating on your wife is giving her a really lame excuse when she catches you.

This story is not a sequel to “Habeas Corpus”, although some of the same characters appear in both.

It was nice to get back from vacation, to sleep in my own bed and to go shopping for school. Joy has officially announced, she’ll be attending Central City High School this semester. She will attend full-time at the University for the second semester before she officially enrolls at a university she has yet to choose. Once it was known she was looking to go to college full-time; prestigious schools were recruiting her like she was a star athlete. Not only Schools like MIT, Harvard and Yale and Stanford, but Oxford and other institutions around the world. I didn’t know really intelligent students were wanted so much. I know Joy’s a genius, but it doesn’t think of her that way.

It was a warm summery morning on the Gold Coast. The seagulls were squawking, a light offshore breeze blew and a building swell promised epic tubes in the afternoon. In the penthouse apartment she shared with her two elder sisters, Samaya and Nikita, Nik’s baby Elody and Nik’s handsome boyfriend, Marcus (they called him Marcus Aurelius because he was like a Roman general guarding them from the outside world), little Jane found herself alone. Samaya - they liked to call her Princess Samaya because she was so drop-dead gorgeous - was already out on the waves.

I have received a 'PM' to post the remainder of Mare's Tales, So Here goes. There are 30 chapters in another place but what the heck. The requester asked that I continue from chapter 5. So I've started there.

I must say here and now, this story was written many years ago when I was being tormented by my burgeoning intergenderedness. I had few if any inhibitions about my writing and this story is somewhat raw in it's treatment of sexual conjugation. I like to think I have moderated slightly from the time this story was written. I would never post the pictures taken of my fearful gender explorations during those days; some of them were explicit in the extreme and are not held in any electronic record except and old floppy disc whilst the computer that generated them has long since gone to that old PC Scrapheap in the sky. I made sure I personally smashed and burned the hard drive and stuff. I hasten to add there was nothing illegal just bizarre in the extreme and long put aside..

Bev

It’s ironic, I was stealing things so I could go as Ronnie and now the opportunity was being given to me when I didn’t deserve it… “You should send a girl’s outfit with me for Bobby, as well as a girl’s bathing suit.” … Mom is not happy that I had done that without her permission. The result is I’m not going out Friday or Saturday night… ...I have enough clothes here that you could dress and be a girl for part of a day. Around eleven o’clock tomorrow there shouldn’t be anyone at the girls’ shower.

By Nina Adams

Please read Part 1, 2 & 3 first----