I’m sitting at our usual table at lunch. We boys are tired. Coach really put us through the wringer today. The girls had it easy today. I really like our group. We have kept together since middle school even though we have developed quite differently. Now we have almost become a high school parody; Peter the Jock, Annie the Cheerleader, Bill the Drug User, Doris the Geekette, Sammy the Nerd (me) and so on.

Coming towards us is Mr Popular, our sole newcomer. Mark transferred to our high school a month ago. Smart, rich, good-looking (cute according to the girls) this Senior prefers to join us lowly Juniors because, as he puts it with his broad smile, we are just that little bit less narrow-minded than the rest.

*Before…

Liz smiles at me and she shows me what to do with my coat and my purse and the waiter comes back. “What can I get you ladies?’
Ladies….wow…that felt really good.
And not just the recognition or maybe not getting recognized but this is…I’m out on a girls lunch just like those women I’d watch doing the same for so long and now it’s me.
I get the soup of the day and a small garden salad and Liz gets the same and the canapé small tray for us too and she orders two glasses of sparkling cider.
I look at her when it comes and she passes me one and I take it. “You’re too young for a champagne lunch Sam so it’s this and ginger ale for now.” She smiles and she does the chink glasses and toast thing. “To your first day.”
We clink glasses and I blush and I take a little breath and look her in the eyes. “Thanks Mom, thanks for all of this.”
I called her mom and I really, really meant it.

The next stage in Chris's new job in which the uniformity of his treatment becomes apparent.

this is a repost of the story as encouraged
i tagged it minimal as previous time some one told i tagged it wrong
please read with an open mind and a little compassion

Imagine

imagine you haven't got any friends in life, not even your little brother.

imagine your father keeps calling you Joanna, even when your name is john.

imagine you have a packed wardrobe, and they are all women clothes.

Mathew’s Secret Desire
Chapter Two

“Are you fucking nuts?!” An agitated, disembodied female voice said.

April looked up at the image of her 20 year old cousin, Samantha on the computer monitor.

April and Samantha talked to each other every week. The two girls were as close as sisters, and April felt she could tell her cousin about Mathew, and what she was doing.

“I beg your pardon?” April said in disbelief.

CHAPTER 43
He did, or so Mam told me the day after.

“She’s really found a good man, Lainey. And that boy will grow up sound as well. We have hope now, after so long. Your Dad and I, well, Twmi can be very soft at times. We have sent flowers to Alison and her husband. They will understand why”

The Imp is an infamous art thief and super villain, and after a year long sabbatical, she's back in the game and out to prove that she still has what it takes. However, her latest heist soon proves to be a huge pain in the tail.

This is a non-TG story that takes place in the Whateley Universe. This is also the second story about the Imp, with the first being The Art of Being the Imp. I plan on posting the new updates to this site a week after each one is posted on the official Whateley site.

http://www.crystalhall.org/index.html

This is a gentle coming-of-age story about a college-aged boy becoming the girl he knows he truly is.
With the help of his two girl friends he becomes Susanna as they teach him all about life as a girl.
Please note this is a gentle, sentimental tale and although there is some sexual content it is inferred, NOT graphic and tagged where it occurs. I have change the picture as requested and hope this one is ok.

Veronica Carter is an amoral young gold digger who wants it all, but when she breaks into the safe of her fiance's elderly grandmother she finds an item that might make her rich but will exact a terrible price. A female to female transformation.

This story is one of six stories in the compilation, Talons of the Hawk by Emma Finn, a book of transformation and body swap stories available on Amazon, iBooks, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords.

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A Whateley Academy Adventure

Kayda 2: Trials of a Warrior

Chapter 3 - Ptan na Ithunkasan

by ElrodW

Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Poe Cottage

I woke up a bit before the alarm clock, when it felt like Tatanka head-butted my brain.

This is my first attempt to post anything to BCTS, be gentle :-)
Was posted first aw comment to blog here.
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- Hey! Where do you think you are going? This is a bathroom for the persons wearing shorts over pantyhose!

Dennis had arranged for Hauteshot's on-call pilot to pick me up in a Jet Ranger the company had on retainer and whisk me to L.A. for Katherine's series of meetings.

(inspired by Valentine's "Unintended Consequences")

The advent of cheap genetic testing had made many changes in society. The biggest came when an overly conservative right-wing political staffer came across a demonstration device at a convention. It simply checked the "sex" chromosomes and reported them.

The politician the staffer worked for had been fighting a non-discrimination measure in the state legislature. As usual, he was calling it a "bathroom bill" and claiming it would let perverts invade women's restrooms.

CHAPTER TWO

ONE YEAR LATER

This is a gentle coming-of-age story about a college-aged boy becoming the girl he knows he truly is.
With the help of his two girl friends he becomes Susanna as they teach him all about life as a girl.
Please note this is a gentle, sentimental tale and although there is some sexual content it is inferred, NOT graphic and tagged where it occurs.

A note on the WBMC, I met some of these guys when I worked in America and found them not only interesting but good company and good friends.
I have used them in this story and reflected them as I found them.
If I have insulted them in any way it was unintentional and I unreservedly apologise.

This is my first attempt at both writing and posting a story. It's still a work in progress so please bare with me. Any "constructive" criticism and advice is appreciated. Thank you for your patience.

Synopsys

FIVE MONTHS LATER

“Oww…” Charlotte moans as I pull the laces of her corset ever tighter. “Whose stupid idea was this again?”

“Yours,” I laugh as I give the laces one final pull before tying them in a bow.

“I wish I had less imagination,” Charlotte laughs as she pulls on the remaining layers of her elaborate Victorian-style ball gown. “Is it at least closed at the back?”

“Of course,” I say with pride. “If your corset-maker is to be believed, we’re both now proud owners of 20 inch waists!”