As I walked out of the building I felt happier than I had done for a long time. I was finally making decisions on my life and not being pushed from pillar to post by events outside my control.
I walked the few blocks to the office building where I hoped I would be working for quite some time. I took a deep breath and walked through the doors.

‘What’s up?’

‘Oh God, oh God, oh God!’

‘O hell, don’t go all religious on me. Tell me what’s wrong?’

Little Gwen was just wakening, Mom reached down and picked her off the seat, holding her daughter in her arms as if she was made from delicate crystal.

Dad was at first surprised but it changed to adoration when little Gwen said, "Hi Daddy!" He swept her into his arms and gave her the hugest hug any little girl could ever have.

A Busman’s Holiday

by shalimar

Penn Station

by shalimar

I took the Long Island Rail Road into Woodside then took the number seven train into Grand Central Station where I met Baruchah for the first time. In real life she was a nineteen-year-old male student who needed to transition but has not tried yet. In her mind and mine, Baruchah Miriam is one of my five-year-old twins. I went to the information booth and found out what track the train would be coming on. I wore my “Panama” hat and a kiwi colored peasant skirt so she could easily recognize me.

Wheee! It was a fun ride for me, I hope you all had as much fun! Now, I know there's a lot of questions surrounding elements of this story, but I'm more than happy to help provide the answers! Tonight, at 7:30pm Central Time (at -6 GMT), I will be in the chatrooms to answer any and all FTS questions that are left! I'll log the session and clean it up, then post it as a DVD Special Feature for FTS! Go [ here ] for more information. Here's Part 20, the Final Chapter, enjoy!!

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.

At Least It Could Have Been Worse

by shalimar

When this started, it was late August 2005 and I was Barry Nardella, a stockbroker living alone on Long Island, NY in my co-op bachelor pad. I was making tons of money, but not satisfied with my life.

 © Nick B May 2007

Here's a little ditty I put together over the last couple of days I thought may interest some. It's only short so there's no excuse for passing it by. If nothing else it'll hopefully make you smile and I'm sure there are some out there who would be interested if it really did exist...

The

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by shalimar