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All Those Things You Always Pined For

I Can't Give You Anything But Love, Baby

Adrenaline surged...daring every sensory organ in my body to absorb the tiniest nuances of my first day out in public dressed as a woman. I touched the velvety skin on my wife's arm. "I'm so lucky!" "Lucky?" Nicole shook her head in obvious bewilderment. We had stopped to find our bearings and stood in the hub of the Mall of America -- twisting and turning to keep from being trampled by over-stimulated shoppers. "What an understatement! You've always been lucky. How many other people do you know who've played the lottery once and won the Mega Millions jackpot?" The day they announced the winning numbers my life had spun like a ten-year old child in a revolving door. I had felt like that same kid on her last day of school -- only a hundred times more liberated. ... Less than a week after Nicole and I won all that money she had her finger on what was causing my disenchantment. "You've always wanted to be a woman," she had accurately said nearly eight months ago. continued...

Voices Carry over Water

Emmy and her father, Sandy, leave Chicago for a five-day adventure in Canada. They hope to escape from their personal problems during their vacation. When they meet Matt his needs provide a chance for them to be of service . . . and experience personal growth.

To Alleviate Suffering


Jim and Heather had formed an eight-step pact during high school. They would attend Vanderbilt together and take those classes that would best prepare them for the MCAT. Once they had their undergraduate degrees they would: Get married, and apply for admission to Yale. After accepted, they would study to become surgeons, work diligently and graduate with honors. They would then return to Nashville and work for the largest hospital in Tennessee (the highly regarded HealthWing.) Heather would become Director of Medicine, and Jim would become Chief Surgeon. All goes according to plan except for one small change. A few months into their years at Yale, Jim decided that a career as a RN would be a much better fit.
 
Years later, Heather uses her administrative position at HealthWing to make mandatory changes in the nurses’ dress code.
 
 
“Thee I love . . . put on your bonnet, your cape, and your glove . . . friendly persuasion.”

The Ninth Fold

The Ninth Fold

by Angela Rasch


Chapter One

Jenny had been brushing my hair for over ten minutes. Hanging to the middle of my back, it felt sensuous as her soft but insistent caressing lulled me into quiet reflection of the peaceful way of life we had created.

"The strangest thing happened to me after church on Sunday," Jenny said in a wandering voice that told me she was concentrating more on my hair than she was on her words. Jenny had her church and I had mine, which I picked based on its acceptance of transgendered members, even though no one in the congregation knew of my inclinations.

Although I maintained a feminine appearance more often than not, my totally feminine expression occurred only within the confines of our home. When I went out for groceries or other household necessities, I pulled my hair into a low ponytail, wore at least a top layer of male clothing, and removed all my make-up.

Jenny stopped brushing for a few seconds, as if collecting her thoughts had exhausted her energy. "I'd just pulled out of the church parking lot when I heard that bloop-bloop noise police cars make -- you know -- instead of a siren. When I looked in my rearview mirror, all I could see were blinking red and white lights."

Something distracted her. "I absolutely love your new fragrance," she said. She nuzzled my neck from where she sat behind me on the bed. Her nostrils found the spot where I'd placed a small drop of Cashmere Mist. Its subtle, elegant blend of jasmine, lily of the valley, sandalwood, amber, and musk affirmed my self-image.

She buried her nose in my neck and breathed deeply. "You smell like sexy baby powder. I have this over-whelming urge to mother you."

That wasn't exactly the response I'd wanted; I wanted to be ravished.

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