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Defining Moments - Chapter 4 - Failing to Navigate the Darkness

The story of a Transwoman’s difficult journey to find out who she really is, and to find acceptance in the world, but most importantly to find acceptance in herself.
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Defining Moments
Chapter 4

By Rebecca Jane
Copyright© 2017 Rebecca Jane
All Rights Reserved.

Defining Moments - Chapter 1 - The Day My Armor Broke

The story of a Transwoman’s journey to find out who she really is, and to find acceptance in the world, but most importantly to find acceptance in herself.
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Defining Moments
Chapter 1

By Rebecca Jane
Copyright© 2017 Rebecca Jane
All Rights Reserved.

Inner Demons, AKA Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl - Chapter 3

Inner Demons, AKA "Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl"
© 2017 Haylee V

* This is a true account of my life experiences. All persons portrayed in this story are based on actual people I've met throughout my life, and the events portrayed actually happened. No malice is intended to those individuals involved, and names have been altered to protect the identities of the people portrayed. *

Reflections

I thought of you today.
As my day began.

I thought of you sitting in your playhouse
Sipping your lemonade
Hair flowing freely
Dimpled cheeks, freckles, crooked smile and all.
Laughing freely as you played house with your dollies
All while twirling about in your silky yellow sundress and Mary Janes.

I thought of you today.
As my day began.

Inner Demons, AKA Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl - Chapter 2.3

Inner Demons, AKA "Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl"
© 2017 Haylee V

* This is a true account of my life experiences. All persons portrayed in this story are based on actual people I've met throughout my life, and the events portrayed actually happened. No malice is intended to those individuals involved, and names have been altered to protect the identities of the people portrayed. *

The Difference Between Heaven And Hell

I heard a story the other day, and I thought I'd share it with everyone. I'm not entirely sure, but I think it may have come from an old Ann Landers column or something...

The Difference Between Heaven And Hell

A devout man went to sleep one night, and dreamed that he was face to face with God.

Inner Demons, AKA Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl - Chapter 2.2

Inner Demons, AKA "Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl"
© 2017 Haylee V

* This is a true account of my life experiences. All persons portrayed in this story are based on actual people I've met throughout my life, and the events portrayed actually happened. No malice is intended to those individuals involved, and names have been altered to protect the identities of the people portrayed. *

Inner Demons, AKA Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl - Chapter 2.1

Inner Demons, AKA "Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl"
© 2017 Haylee V

* This is a true account of my life experiences. All persons portrayed in this story are based on actual people I've met throughout my life, and the events portrayed actually happened. No malice is intended to those individuals involved, and names have been altered to protect the identities of the people portrayed. *

Inner Demons, AKA Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl - Chapter 2

Inner Demons, AKA "Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl"
© 2017 Haylee V

* This is a true account of my life experiences. All persons portrayed in this story are based on actual people I've met throughout my life, and the events portrayed actually happened. No malice is intended to those individuals involved, and names have been altered to protect the identities of the people portrayed. *

God's Special Angels

God's Special Angels

A TRUE Story by Haylee V. (C) 2017

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Well, it's taken me about two weeks, but I finally have gotten settled in to my new group home and have tried (somewhat successfully) to befriend my fellow residents. One resident in particular was especially impressed with me--Jason.

Inner Demons, AKA Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl - Chapter 1

Inner Demons, AKA "Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl"
© 2017 Haylee V

* This is a true account of my life experiences. All persons portrayed in this story are based on actual people I've met throughout my life, and the events portrayed actually happened to me or someone close to me. No malice is intended to those individuals involved, and names have been altered to protect the identities of the people portrayed. *

The Winjkte and the Warrior - Glossary

Please bear with me in this endeavor. For some common English phrases, there are no translations (at least none of which I'm aware, anyway), so I took a few liberties, although the translations are (I hope) as accurate as possible. Any error in translation is mine alone, and if you know of a better translation, please PM me and I'll make the necessary changes.

First, the characters themselves:

My night of immense pleasure

I got married at 18 to a pretty girl. We made love a couple of times and she just laid there and all she said was, "You are not in me yet". I said, "What do you mean,I'm done". We stopped having sex but I was allowed to make love to her but I had to use a strap on. The strap-on was 10 inches, a full 8 1/4 inches longer than what my wife, "Your pretty little clit". I was just turning 20 and my female side was pushing her way out and taking over. Two weeks before my birthday I sat my wife down for a talk. I told her that I am transgender and that females don't turn me on, I love cock.

Another Letter to My Mother

This is a follow up letter that I sent to my mother. I know that many people have read my "A Letter to my Mother" and expressed happiness about her reaction, and how I said what I said to her.

This is me cutting her off.

I was assaulted by a transphobe while living with someone as a roommate. My mother thought it was more important to attend a dinner with her sister instead of coming to the hospital to see me after this incident. Then it came out that my mother and her new husband had been running down me to my daughter the entire time she was living with them, which was a period of six months (and pure torture for her).

White horses dancing on the waves

White horses dancing on the waves - the young woman looks out of the window towards the lake a sad smile on her face - her mind elsewhere as she ponders her last phone call a few days ago to a old friend...

The words " it would be better if you was not so out about your lifestyle to others "  showing just how little her well meaning friend understands things - just like the question "why can't you just stay the same?"  when she was first coming out to her friend as transgender - some times one has to rock the boat even if doing so makes others uncomfortable...

A bridge between lives

A night sky full of stars - it's late - a young man slowly walks back  to the place they are staying at from a birthday party - walking across a bridge high above a small river the runs though town they stop as they look over the side - with tears running down they face all they can think about is how easy it would be to end it - to step off the edge  - end all the pain and suffering - no longer seeing any way out... 

A night in my wife's clothes

So last night I went to bed and roll over to rub my wife's butt and she says what are you doing. I tell her I'm trying to feel the stuff she has on her new nightgown that she's been bragging about how good they feel. I tell her they're nice I just want to see how they feel. She tells me there's a pink one in the bottom drawer just put it on. Oh she made the suggestion so I'm going to take it. And so out of the bed and to her dresser I go. As I am looking through the drawer again she tells me it's a pink one in the bottom drawer.

The way I see it

Ok so this is the way I see it. Every one has a preconceived notion of how boy's and girl's are supposed to act. But what if you cannot be what society expected? My parents raised all us kids in the best way they knew. We were poor and my Dad worked every hour he could! His day started at 4am when Mom made his breakfast and packed his lunch before his two hour drive to work . So after that mom turned into super mom and got eight kids ready for the day. And after breakfast and all kids are off to school she made the beds did dishes and cleaned the house.

my friend Jorge

Ok back to my friend Jorge next time Jorge came to visit was on the weekend not quite as many kids again Jorge takes me by the hand and off we go into the woods this time I realize he's treating me differently but I follow his lead soon we can't see or hear anyone at the house and mom is busy the other kids are playing so no one's going to notice our absence for awhile again with your clothes on starting running through the woods naked I like the feeling of clothes on the fresh air and I liked to watch Jorge For some reason and the fact that we were in the woods and nude gave me a feeling

my friend jorge

Let me give you some insight into the life I grew up with I am the second child in a large family So I grew up in a large family under a small rock and all was normal church on Sunday morning and fear God bless us all My grandma read the bible every night before bed
Mom was up at 4am to make Dad breakfast and lunch before you left for work at 5 am doing manual labor all day getting home at 6 pm so you get the gist I had everything that I needed not always everything that I wanted but what I needed

my first time in public

This story is about the first time I decided to go outside of the house dressed as a woman I've purchased dresses in the past I've even worn them in the garage but never actually went out into public you see I'm the man's man big burly motorcycle rider but I do love to put on a skirt or a dress and heels and hose and . well I got carried way there for a second.

The African Masks

Some time ago I read and liked the wonderful story by Rasufelle "This Isn't What I Wanted" and the author's opinion after it. However, a phrase in that opinion - "the fetish and non-fetish elements of the community" - stuck to my mind. Is this community limited to these? Who is part of it and who is not?

imagine (repost)

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.

The Perils of Public Restrooms

Bathroom Anthology Piece

The Perils of Public Restrooms

By Melanie E.

I don't know if this will show up publicly or not, but this is my (quick and dirty) submission for the Bathroom Anthology. Admins, contact me if changes are needed.

Hey, Little Girl

Hey, little girl

Hey, little girl.

Right now, you’re 9 years old, and you’ve had to survive some pretty awful stuff already, so I think you need a present.

And here it is.

You are amazing. You’re so strong to have survived what you’ve gone through, you’re smarter than you give yourself credit, and you’re beautiful, even while disguised as a boy.

Yes, I said beautiful. I know what you’ve been told, especially by HIM, but you really are beautiful, and worthy of being loved.

Adventures in BC Chat Gaming: RISUS Ghostbusters

Adventures in BC Chat Gaming
RISUS Ghostbusters: Part 1 of ?

GMed by Melanie E., with the gameplay talents of Doc (Greeneggs667,) Stardraigh, and Serena

When the BC Dungeon's Pathfinder game closes early, those who stay around are left to find... OTHER ways of entertaining themselves. So, why not a nice game of RISUS?

Take Three Girls Part 2


Take Three Girls - Part 2

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Take Three Girls. This is about 2 girls and one woman (myself) and their very different route to become the women they knew they should be. It was going to be called Take Two Girls, but an on line friend (she knows who she is) and the girls bullied me into the name change. Some poetic licence has been used to help the flow of the story but not very much.

In this chapter I am concentrating on Kate because as you may have read in Part 1 Kate was having quite a difficult time. As this is a true story all names and locations have been changed.

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Writing a Script

Writing a Script

Some people are more comfortable writing in something like a script format, although it’s a very difficult form to get right, and even more difficult to read, because it places many demands upon the reader, and most readers would much rather see a story with most of the hard work already done for them. Very few readers actually enjoy reading scripts, unless they're very familiar with the conventions used, and most such people are former actors, well-accustomed to fleshing out a rôle extemporaneously. That's why one rarely finds them on the bookstands in supermarkets or airports.

Apologetic


The Transsexual and the cross

Disproving the myth that transsexuality is a sin

Katie Leone
NOTE: Religious content. Christianity. Limited time posting

Ever get tired of the religious right telling you that being a transsexual is a sin, that you are an abomination, that you're going to hell. You know they are wrong, but never knew why or how to explain it. Now, in one post, a christian defense of what God really says about transsexuals.

Too soon...

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The deaths of Anthony Threadgold and his wife Taiko, who were both artists, were described as a ''terrible tragedy'....

Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You’ve come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore

To Me at Sixteen

To Me at Sixteen

Hey, kid.

Its you, about three decades down the line. Okay, once you wrap your head around that, listen up, because I dont have all day here, and there are some stuff you really should know.

First, I know the last decade or so has not been a lot of fun. A lot of pain in our past, even by your age, and yeah, that kinda sucks.

But that’s the past, and right now I want you to look ahead a bit, and see what’s coming.

A Letter to My Ex

A Letter to My Ex

Dear Sharon,

I’m writing this, not necessarily to send, but so I can get my thoughts in order before I talk to you. See, I’ve been keeping a secret, and its beginning to feel like lying. I’ve gone back and forth on when I should tell you, with one part of my brain saying “confess! you are sinning against her and against God by not being honest with her!” The other part is saying “Wait! You’ll only hurt her and yourself if you tell her now!”

A Letter to My Step-Father

A letter to my step father

Dear Ken,

I had the urge to write to you, to finally end the hold you have on my soul. You caused me a lot of pain, back in the day, and its long past time for me to deal with it. In some ways, you had the odds stacked against you from the day you came into our lives. You were being asked to replace my fallen father, and instead of a couple of normal kids, you were saddled with one mentally wounded boy, and me - a broken human being stuck between genders.

TG to Me

TG to Me
by Maeryn Lamonte

It's one year to the day since I published my first story on BCTS. By way of celebration, here's something a little different from my usual fare, also in response to one of the Melanie Ezell challenges (Who I am).

So I went a little over the word limit on this one. Frankly my dears, I don't give a sh... hang on, that's not right...

It is a bit of a disjointed ramble this, but I hope it sparks off a few ideas. Please remember in reading it that it is never my intention to be hurtful, and if there is anything in this offering that rubs raw, please accept my apologies and assurance that I never meant it that way.

A Second Letter from a (Formerly) Broken Toy

A Second Letter from a (Formerly) Broken Toy

To the person who abused me:

I wrote you a letter some time ago, and today I felt compelled to write another.

You see, things have changed for me. I have recovered most of the memories I suppressed and I understand better what happened to me while I was in your “care.”

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