Autobiographical

0300Z Defence HQ New Year Resolution

I woke up to a bright winter morning in the room where I had woken up most my eighteen years. I just had had one of my one in every six weeks off. I lazed around and the had lunch with my parents. After that I got myself ready for my night job and headed out to the metro. In the metro people stared at me as usual. Since this was the age of Aquarius military uniforms were few and far between on the streets of the capital, especially on January 1. I grumbled over the fact the voyage took all of 15-20 minutes from door to door. I especially didn’t like the 200 m between the metro station and Defence HQ. That winter was COLD.

Michele Nylons True Stories - Chapter 6

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Chapter Six – The Laneway Cruise Lounge

This is a glimpse into a day in my life as a fetishistic transvestite/crossdresser when I visit the local cruise lounge prowling for company. To some extent the story explains how I do what I do and why I do it. It is a snapshot in time of a day in my life. Please heed the warnings regarding explicit content. This story contains non-explicit images of me.

Hereby Highly

It was about 5 o’clock on New Year's Eve. Jerry was eating an easy dinner, poached fish filet, frozen spinach, microwave mac and cheese. He could have cooked something much nicer, much better. But why bother. There was no one to share it with this year. He didn’t really have any friends to invite over. His son was working, making food so others could celebrate. But most importantly, his wife was dead.

Intentions path

Mini synopsis: This story involves the loss of a parent due to Alzheimer's. We often wage the battles of 'I should have said...' or 'Did they come to understand...' as we watch that person slipping away. This story tries to focus on the ideas of love and hope, which added to loss can be a very emotional balancing act to read.

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The Gray Knight

There once was a man named Elysium who had a death wish some might say. He was always getting himself into dangerous situations, and only barely just getting away. His time was spent most days plotting a revenge fantasy for someone who had wronged him in his past. And he made plans to carry out his deed before New years of 2024. This would be his last chance. He lived in a dingy vague apartment in Oregon state, cold, and dark, brown, fuzzy feeling, and damp.

Finding My Muse

Finding My Muse
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Finding My Muse

By Tiffany B. Quinn

I have been abandoned by my Muse. For the last twelve months, my creativity has been non-existent. When the BigCloset New Year's Resolution Story Contest appeared, I felt an overwhelming urge to participate. Unfortunately, I was totally on my own without any inspiration within view.

Another writer friend told me that he was pretty sure that all nine of the Greek Muse's were on a holiday break in the South Pacific.

This is the story of how I tracked down my Muse while searching for an entry into the BigCloset New Year's Resolution Contest.

 

Means to an End

 
 

Authors note: This story contains sexual situations, subject matter, and topics – mild at best – but none the less present. If the idea of sex, between consenting adults is a trigger for you, please refrain from reading this work of fiction. You’ll note above the stories warnings also. Any sexual content is NOT gratuitous and germane to this love story. Thank you.

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December 15th, 10:33 a.m.
“So that’s your New Year’s resolution, to be done with that chapter of your life?” Angela asked.

Can you believe we did that?

Authors Note: This story contains the subject of IVF (in vitro fertilization) and a miscarriage. Please consider this before reading a story of hope...

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New Years Trans

You’ve read this story at least a dozen times on BigCloset or some other site. Maybe those stories were all farfetched, had some mystical or magical component, or maybe even an alien encounter of some type drove the story. This story won’t involve any of those things, though theoretically my story might actually benefit from the introduction of one or more of those ideas, but I’m hoping this is an interesting enough read without those distractions.

So, let’s get the basics covered, and you’ll see what I was dealing with as I tell my story.

I'm Doing Better Now

I'm Better Now.

I remember in 2005-6 I was put in the Psych. Ward and strapped down to a concrete block in a room where the walls, floor and ceiling were all rubber so I couldn't hurt myself. All this was because I was grieving so hard at the rejection by my family. I'd worked so hard to be the man they said I was, raising the children and sticking by a crazy and abusive alcoholic woman for 38 years until I finally broke down and couldn't make sense of anything any more. The psychologists said that I was a woman inside.

Mum's Encouragement Chapter 36

Chapter 36

On arriving home mum didn't waste any time in telling me to have a quick bath ready for my date that evening. Rather than argue, I did as I was told, as I actually felt like I needed a nice hot relaxing bath to soothe away the stresses of the day.

As I lay in the bath, I checked my legs to see whether there was any hair growth and was relieved to find only found a few rogue hairs. I used mum’s lady shaver to remove the offending hairs and lay back in the bath and enjoyed the hot bubbles.

My Time As A Wife 2

Sarah is invited to stay the night with Phil. She is asked to spend more time as Sarah and must decide if Sarah is more than just a pleasant distraction. Part of this is based on some recent experience of mine.

I was still breathing hard from the climax I had just experienced. My legs were like jelly. Stay the night? Despite my exhaustion, I felt myself shiver at the thought. Spend the night with a man as a woman. Not just sex, but actually sleeping with him.

Between Roles - 4 - Double It

Art by LariUmbreon

Actual conversations with my girlfriend, Tresenella.

Captions:

Panel 1:
Lari: "Crud, I don't know if I've taken my meds today. What's the worst that'll happen if I take double?"
Tress: "I don't know. Double boobies?"

Panel 2:
Gem: "What would be better? Twice the size, or four boobs?"

Between Roles - 2 - Obvious

Art by LariUmbreon

Let's just say my closet door was made of thin cellophane or transparent glass...

Captions:

Panel 1:
Lari: "I wasn't THAT obvious in high school, was I?"

Panel 2:
Pointing to all the OBVIOUS things about her being trans in high school, like: The hair all the way down her back, the obvious bra strap, and the boymoder hoodie.

Such a Prude

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Such a Prude
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: The penultimate one of this series, I don't know what I'm thinking, I really don't know where my mind has been finding itself lately. I hope YOU like it and I know YOU, yes you, over there in the corner will understand... ha...

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I remember the first time my nylon legs hit fresh air.

Such a Tomboy

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Such a Tomboy
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: 'Oh no, more of these freakin' essays, doesn't she know we want a story? Doesn't she know she's not that freakin' special?'

Ha, I know, and that is what I like about this Closet. I'm sorry, I am going through a phase lately. This is just something that is a-happenin' in my life here on earth. I hope YOU understand.

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Such a Show Off

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Such a Show Off
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Not really a story, just something that is a-happenin'. Just something that is keeping me up at night. Just figured I should tell someone...

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Hi.

I feel the need to show myself off all of a sudden.

I bought three items in the last month that are trying desperately to change my life.

12 Days - Day 12

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 12
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

Fortunately, I have access to my new nightgown drawer again. I pick a shorter flannel nightgown for tonight. After cleaning off my makeup, brushing my teeth and admiring my new studs, I braid my hair and crawl into my parent's bed wondering what tomorrow’s epiphany will be.

 

 

Friday Jan 6: Day 12 - The Epiphany

12 Days - Day 11

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 11
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

I wonder what mom is thinking. I am just glad that there is not a male around to see me like this.

I can’t help but feel sexy, and that excites me in a completely different way than when Judy seduced me.

I am pretty sure that I know what Sam’s reaction would be.

 

Thursday Jan 5, Day 11

12 Days - Day 09

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 9
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

I am exhausted when I finally slip into my new flannel nightgown and fall into my own bed.

As sleep creeps up to me, all that I can think of is: what I can wear for my date with Sam!?!?

 

Tuesday Jan 3, Day 9

12 Days - Day 07

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 7
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

“Hey Karl,” Jake says as he shakes my hand, “Sorry we didn’t get a chance to talk.” He has been busy taking care of the dozen or so guests all evening. “This transition stuff really sucks. Maybe we should talk about this more at your party on Monday.”

“Will do,” I tell him, “I really need to talk about all this with a guy for a change.”

I walk out the door to what promises to be an interesting second half of the night.

Sunday Jan 1, Day 7

12 Days - Day 06

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 6
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

I take off the topaz necklace and set it on my nightstand. I am positive that there is a very slight glow emanating from the stone after I turn off the light.

Saturday Dec 31, Day 6

12 Days - Day 04

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 4
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

I went over the story again as I made my rounds setting tells and making sure the house is secure before turning in for the night.

I still don’t get it.

 

Thursday Dec 29, Day 4

12 Days - Day 03

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 3
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

Pulling on my normal nightwear of boxers and a t-shirt, I wonder what tomorrow will bring. I am not sure that I am looking forward to it.

Becoming paranoid, I close every door inside the house with tells in place before going to bed.

After turning out the light, I notice a very faint glow from the topaz necklace laying on my nightstand.

 

Wednesday Dec 28, Day 3

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