Chapter 9

The Wedding Seasons

In the 1980’s people tended to get married in their 20s, rather than as now in the 21st century waiting into their 30s, that is if they decide to get married at all, so over the next few years we attended the weddings of most of our university group.

The doctor said I had ambi-something genitals. I found out later it meant, not fully girl or fully boy. Later still I found out it just meant uncertain, which I think was just a fancy way of saying they didn’t know what they were talking about.

My brother David said, “There is no way Caro is a boy. No boy would be seen dead in her clothes.”
My sister Alice added, “There’re more than a few girls, including me, who wouldn’t either.”

The Endless Dance Card : 5

A Kingdom Ship Story
By Iolanthe Portmanteaux

“We’re in the middle of outer space, so you’d think that SOMETHING weird or out-of-this-world would happen every couple of days. But NOTHING! Nothing ever happens here. You are the single biggest event since we left Earth, and I doubt that anything’s going to top you for a long, long time.”

The story follows a 14yo boy named Max Patrick at the hardest point of his life. He became a mutant.
How will Max cope with his mutation? How will his friends and family react to this change?
Come and discover this story of unimaginable change and challenges in the life of a young boy.
This is a fanfiction for Whateley Academy Universe.

Chapter Ten -- The Hostess With The Mostest

The final chapter of this story. Candi explores Singapore and meets up with a debonair Navy Lieutenant at the Raffle's Hotel. Millie Walker is acting suspiciously and Candi is confused. To say any more would spoil the final reveal, which I hope you all like, and tell me what you think of this story.

Few people came to know him because when he was there the university was empty, the young men were away busy dying in the trenches of the First World War.

“You saying you believe in ghosts, Geoff?”

“You saying you’ve got the balls to tell Karen she’s delusional, Alf?”

“No, I see what you’re saying. Ellen scares me badly enough. Your missus is…, nah you carry on, Geoff.”

Gladys was smiling at Alf’s strategic withdrawal.

CHAPTER 22
There is something I have always liked about a sleeping bag, and in later years I discovered the same feelings for small tents. It feels nest-like, a small space entirely one’s own, where everything feels close and warm. I luxuriated in my bag for a little while after I woke, but I needed a wee, and there was only so long I could put it off. In nighty, dressing gown and socks, I did the necessary before creeping down the stairs and past the living room door. From behind it came the sound of more than one snorer. I filled the kettle, and then decided to set a pan of water boiling so that there would be plenty for the tea that I knew would vanish almost as soon as it was poured.

"The problem, Mrs. Parsons," Mr. Derringer said, walking to the other side of the conference table and resting his fingers against the sleek black surface. "Is that Miratran seeks to change people at their very core. A drug that forces them into a comatose state and pushes them to live out a fantasy of the user's choosing, forcing them to be someone that they're not with the expectation that when they wake up, they will simply BE that person.

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Marc’s mother has left his father. Much to Marc’s relief his two abusive brothers have remained in London with his even more abusive father.
Marc has gone to live with his mother near the border with Scotland whence his mother originated. Marc has admitted to his mother he is ‘girly’ and found she was already aware of it. She proved to be supportive and took Marc to see their family doctor. Marc has taken his first steps on the long path that is transition.

Where necessary or possibly helpful to some, there are notes at the end on word usage.

Ms. Novacek gave me a sympathetic glance when Mom ignored what I’d said about my name and pronouns.

This a story about a mom who wanted a daughter so she made her son into her daughter

[another oldie from 2010 dragged out of cold storage]

[Notting Hill, West London]

The owner of the flat buzzed his caller in through the front door to the house. Thirty or so seconds later there was a discrete knock on his flat.

Liam answered the door. He’d been expecting the person who now stood in front of him.
“Hello Trixie. I didn’t think you were coming tonight.”

“Hi Liam. I had a few things to take care of. Still I’m here now.”
Liam smiled.
“You know I’m always pleased to see you. Trixie.”

Heather hear me out before you say no again. I know you think Juan being a crossdresser makes giving him a chance a no go. The cringe on your face when you told me. That look of disgust was sign enough that your decision was set. It should not be. You have put too much emphasis on something which is insignificant. How does Juan liking to wear women's clothing change who he is? That does not change one thing about him and you know it doesn’t.