Noise; lots of it. I’m cold: I must have shivered as someone wrapped a warm blanket around me. Drift away again…

Noise again, light… My mother’s voice:

“I think he’s coming around.”

“Let’s have a look.”

Male, foreign, heavily accented.

“Ah; you back to us, yes?”

“Grunt”

“Whatyouname?”

“Huh?”

“He’s asking you for your name.”

Mother’s voice again.

“Name… Aisling…”

“It’s his stage name…”

Opening eyes, lights on ceiling, a man standing over me, white coat, stethoscope.

“Great car,” a voice called out as I opened the driver side door.

I turned to see Andy standing next to his car wearing a white polo shirt and blue jeans. He hoisted his backpack up and walked over to me.

“My parents want me to invite your family over this weekend.”

“I reckon they’re going to be expecting a wedding proposal.”

“Don’t tempt me,” I replied.

Atticus Carver, the star wide receiver, a popular sophomore in a high school in Louisiana, is about to get a change to his life he doesn't expect or want - and it's all in public.

Now the person who changed him to her, in spite of feeling terrible for what they did to an innocent young life and potentially more, wants one-hundred-million dollars wired to multiple bank accounts within a month and all of the CIA's info released to the public, or they'll set the gender-bending spores on the whole of the United States.

Atticus is left reeling from everything, having to pick a new name for herself, learn to be a girl in high school, to finding new romances, to keeping her old friends and finding new ones, to picking up a brand-new sport for herself...and making enemies that she has no idea how to deal with...

EDIT: I will also be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com and ScribbleHub.com as well.

Chapter 3

This is the first of a (currently) two part, ongoing story.

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“Good news and bad news.”

I know that phrase has been used to precede a lot of different things throughout human history, but it’s hard to imagine a more unexpected, unbelievable or contrasting pair of things than the two that greeted me.

This is impossible. My first dress. How could they do this to me? What a fool!
tradition that a boy gets a dress for his 13th birthday.
Jack and his friends made fun of the “pretty boys” as they were called.
On Sunday they could be seen going for a walk with their mothers.

Ashton wondered why he had even bothered to attend his prom. He was going stag, which said a lot he thought. Always there but never the main person. He looked around and saw all the people that in one way or another had made a mark in school. Bill the star quarter-back. Mary the head cheerleader. Peter, the star baseball pitcher, accompanied by his date Eric who’s batting (almost) always amazed people. Charleene the student council president. Wolfgang the school paper editor-in-chief. Martin this year’s valedictorian to be. Ashton had interacted with all of them and was constantly in their shadows. Perhaps that was his problem. All the others had focused on one thing they were good at. Ashton had let himself be spread out.

Chapter 12: Seeds of Truth

I was up first the following morning, Sunday. There was now less than four weeks to go to the concert date, Saturday 18th December; our end of term exams were starting on 13th December and we had a family and relatives preview for the evening of Tuesday, 7th December. And today we had a dress rehearsal. All in all, it was going to be a busy run up to Christmas. I wasn’t looking forward to Christmas; its arrival would mean the end of the road for Aisling and I was becoming very enamoured by her.

Transgender coming of age story. Darcy has often been mistaken for a girl. In his first year at university, he joins a local highland dance team. He is (incorrectly?) assigned to the girls squad. After some months of training, Darcy joins three girls in performing a sword dance at the Inverness Highland Show. A life-changing experience.

Chapter 2

I took my time in the bathroom after that. My hands trembled at first as I closed the door behind me, heart still racing in my chest. I leaned against the cool tile, forcing myself to take slow, deliberate breaths—counting each inhale and exhale until the edges of my panic began to blur and soften.

“Are you kidding me?” Mrs. Humphrey exclaimed once the office door closed.

I stood next to Melissa and wished I could turn invisible. Perhaps if I touched my lanyard then Chief O’Brien would transport me out of the wrath of Mrs. Humphrey. We could all see the vein in her head pulsing faster with each passing second.

“It was my idea, Mrs. Humphrey,” Andrea said.

Chapter 56: Return of the Queen

The three story town house in the outskirts of Birmingham looked occupied. The curtains were up and at the press of a button they closed as the day ended. The house was tidy and a pair of cleaners arrived once a week to keep everyone in order, but Graham was in the house on his own, and apart from a bit of dust there was little for them to do. Maisie and Jane tried to engage Graham in conversation but they often gave up after a series of monosyllabic replies.

Chapter 11: Fire and Fertility

The livestream build-up was a masterclass in suspense. Before a single face appeared, the feed flickered to life with jittery, disjointed shots: the moon caught in the lens, a boot crunching over brittle grass, the distant echo of voices just out of range. The narrator’s breaths quickened, and every shaky pan of the camera suggested something forbidden waited just beyond view. Then, as the tension peaked, an ominous caption stamped across the screen:

"WITCHES CAUGHT IN THE ACT — DARK RITUAL EXPOSED LIVE!"

Super-Sister has dealt with a runaway truck loaded with toxic chemicals. Now all she has to do is figure out with the rest of her life.