Autobiographical

Call me Princess

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.Call me Princess

Written by Dauphin

"A realistic story that shows how childhood can screw our lives and how cruel some people are." Diana
"This is the story of a friend. It makes one think on as many have a similar story" Dauphin

Being re-written, to correct the spelling and grammer mistakes

Royal Sissy

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.Royal Sissy

Written by Dauphin
A boy is asked to pretend that he is a princess when the real princess is kidnapped. Of course he can do this, he is a real sissy. Or can he do this
"Inspired by an old tale, This story will keep you on the edge of your seats." Diana
"This is a trading places story, but I wanted to do it my way. It is quite sweet" Dauphin

Being re-written, to correct the spelling and grammer mistakes

Brianne 04 - End of Term

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End of Term

The next few weeks was one of the most exciting periods of my life. It was also
a most unsettling and frightening time. By now, except for a few hours each day
at school, I was living continuously as a girl. Even at school I was experimenting.
Just little things. Instead of wearing baggy jeans with the crotch down round my

The End

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.The End

Written by Dauphin
Read this letter from a boy that really is considering suicide. Can you understand why he wants to?
"Very realistic, as some boys would feel the same. Let us hope they have courage" Diana
"Emotional and Serious, Dauphin wants us to consider the person behind the dress" Andrew

M.E.D.I.E.V.A.L.

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The first of (hopefully) many. This will be infrequently updated -- randomly, even. There will not be numbered parts as I don't intend to go in any sort of order. So, when there are enough to add to a "Book Outline" I'll put them in there in vaguely an order that makes sense to me and explain it then.

Memory Excerpts - Diary Incognita, Existing Vilified And Loathed
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

Titles with more than one word, are not General Audiences due to content or emotionally
-- a title that DOES have only one word, is safe for everyone to read.

David and the Birds

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David and the Birds

by Miss K

I'd completely forgotten about the human-faced birds.

It started this morning when I found myself by chance in the neighbourhood where David lived. It was unexpected. I wasn't thinking about David, nor was I particularly intending to be in that particular part of South London. It just happened.

Tragedy of the Spirit Part 12 Hope and Home......a new life perhaps?

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Tragedy of the Spirit Part 12 Hope and Home....A new life perhaps?.
Copywrite 2008 Prairie_girl_64

At the midst of the gunshots I did not know where to go....... I ducked and covered up as best I could. All I saw were flashes and then sparks and then quiet.....

Tragedy of the Spirit part 4 why me? I do not belong...do I ?

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I always thought that parents were to protect, nurture, guide, love and accept. I had always wondered why did I not have that for the first 15 years of my life. I often wondered, why my parents were so cruel to me. Why family members loathed me and especially why my brother hated me so much. As I grew older I came to the very understanding that my parents, nor my family didn't love nor cherish me as I always new that I did not fit in.

A work in progress AKA: ranting blowing off steam or whatever you want to call it

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Some truth about myself.

This is part of my autobiography, everything in here is true, I did not add anything to any of these events. If I did anyhting I left out some things as I don't really want to remember everything that has happened. Enough stalling... Here are parts of my life.

Jayme Ann

Tragedy of the Spirit part 3 punishment and hate

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I really began to think where my life went wrong. As I looked at my life for those 15 years I spent living in that hell on earth as I now refered to it years later. I realized I had a few choices really, 1. kill myself , I really came close several times over that 15 years I spent with my undeserving parents and brother. 2. leave and never look back. I chose option 2.

Tragedy of the Spirit part 1

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I will introduce myself, My name is Mellissa, however it was never this name. I was adopted at 4 months old by what I thought of was a loving family environment. Being so you young (male)was different and difficult. I realized at a early age I was different,I think 6 or so were my earliest memories of my dressing.

Halloween 2000

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"We love you and if this is part of you, then we have to accept it. We don’t necessarily approve of it, but you are our friend/brother/son and we will always care." This, to me, was a revelation and, to not have to hide anymore was the most wonderful feeling in the world!

Halloween 2000

By Catherine Linda Michel

Thankful

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My eyes traveled up my image. My hips were too narrow, my waist too thick even though I was a skinny rail. My shoulders were too pronounced even when hidden under the large, white square collar. When I got to my face I saw that my glasses were far too out of place on the one thing I could somewhat imagine to be a girl's. Taking them off didn't help anything as my vision was far too poor to see beyond my nose. With a sigh I retreated back to the closet to look for something more promising, but nothing really availed itself.

Thankful
by Buggie

Zuflucht

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This story deeply touched me when I read it a many months ago. I asked JulieChristine for permission to translate it into german, which she kindly enough granted me. You may like or not like that story, so feel free to comment.

Saphira Leonie Gardner

Diese Geschichte ist genau das, eine Geschichte, aber dennoch sollte sie sehr ernst genommen werden. Diese Geschichte wurde inspiriert von Vorfá¤llen in meinem eigenen und den Leben von anderen, die ich kenne. Alle Charaktere in dieser Geschichte sind vollstá¤ndig erfunden, genau wie die Vorfá¤lle die hier beschrieben werden.

The Dream - My History

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Ok, I know I’m a little backwards and I should have started from the beginning not where the dream kicks in, sorry about that. I started out this tale in Northern Salt Lake City Utah at the North Star Elementary but had to move due to two problems.

Coulda Been... For Christmas

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I would very much like to think I would find a point in which I had no more of these fantasies "in me" as it were. Unfortunately, I don't think that time will come anytime soon, so I'll continue to contribute these almost memories as necessary.

Coulda Been... For Christmas
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
Note: This is dedicated to the memory of George Morse.
My Grandfather.

This didn't happen. The real story is less proactive, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of the relationships at work here, but...

Jump Rope

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Sometimes, acceptance can be found in the most unexpected places. The last place I ever would have thought to find it was on the school playground. Instead of being terrorized by bullies, for a moment, I experienced joy. The drabble below is a glimpse at that moment.

Jump Rope
Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown
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Riding Princess - Chapter 1

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Riding
Princess

By Maggie O’Malley

Chapter One - Waiting On Angels

A woman goes to the mall in search of a DEPARTING gift for three special friends and ends up finding a very special one that gives her the ride of her life.

True Halloween Drabble

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I sat on the stool, legs crossed, in the closed bar, idly holding a drink, the bartender counting the till. Ellie, in a cloud of cigarette smoke on the next stool, saying she wore mens' suits and ties at work. My black knit dress, flowing silk Moschino scarf, wig, even stockings would all carry the memory of it later.

Coulda Been... Yet Again

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Another fantasy, and it looks like dedications are gonna be the norm for these. I think these pieces are helping me, but writing them is really painful. I sat sobbing for a good two hours halfway through this one, and if you want to see the real story of what happened, it's in my blog on here. I'm not going to link to it, it's easy enough to find.

Coulda Been... Yet Again
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
Note: This is dedicated to the memory of Michael Andrew Galyen.
My baby brother.
18 March 1991 - 12 September 2007.

This didn't happen. The real story is much more painful, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of what really happened here, but...

Coulda Been... Another Time

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Third one of these. I'm definitely enjoying writing them, as it's always better to think of pleasant things. A fantasy of what might have been if events had allowed, this one set between the first two installments. Another dedication in this one, too, maybe I should go back and dedicate the first one to my mother...

Coulda Been... Another Time
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

This didn't happen. The real story is much more painful, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of what really happened here, but...

Coulda Been... Too

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So, it looks like there'll be more of these. I don't think any of them will be easy for me to write, but I'm finding them oddly... cathartic. Cleansing, even. Another fantasy of how things could have gone. If I write more, they won't be in chronological order.

Coulda Been... Too
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

This didn't happen. The real story is much more painful, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of what really happened here, but...

Coulda Been...

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Alright... the idea behind this is thinking back on how things have happened in my life badly. This is, on a basic level, I guess, my fantasy of how things could have gone. This was the first such scene in my life that occurred to me to write about. There may be more, but I don't know. This was difficult for me to write. Only about 1000 words, with the intro and title.

Coulda Been...
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
Note: This is dedicated to Eupha Galyen.
My mother.
25 April 1953 - a long time from now.

This didn't happen. The real story is much more painful, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of what really happened here, but...

Based On A Conversation

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Based On A Conversation

by shalimar

An Essay From the Heart About what It Means to Be Transgendered.

Tom, a co-worker, asked me if being gay, lesbian, or transsexual is genetic or learned. I told him that some of the scientific evidence shows that it is genetic.

"You mean to tell me that a person who grows up in a lesbian home won't be influenced to be like his 'parents'?"

Changed by Aliens. Edited

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A surprising amount of this story is true.

Chapter 1 Changed by Aliens By Gwen Brown

“Logan, Mom said I could sit out and watch the stars with you.” Little Gwinn said. “Oh, go back into the house and suck your bottle.”

“But Logan, Mom said” Gwinn exclaimed hotly! Tears were welling up in his huge doll like eyes and his throat was getting sore from being upset. “I don’t use a bottle anymore either.”

Sitting Shiva

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Sitting Shiva
by shalimar

A man reflects on his transsexual father just after the father's funeral.

Note: Rated X because of references to, not actual, pedophile stories.

The funeral is over and I'm sitting Shiva for a wonderful woman who was my father. I pull out a print of an email many years ago from a close friend of my father and the note that friend had sent with the email. The email was a chat-log between that friend some others and my father. In the log was the first indication I knew of that my father was transsexual.

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