"...And the emergency exits can be found here, here and here," Marie announced in English and in French as all four stewardesses on board the luxurious aeroplane performed the hand and arm gestures.

"So, when did you first know that you were, well, 'Paige'?" Jessica asked her date, who simply smiled a shy smile in response.

"Since I was about ten," the Scottish girl responded. "I'd go to school and all I could think about were the girls in their uniforms, and about wearing them. Then I went to secondary school and literally EVERY girl there wore tiny pleated skirts and black tights that just seemed to make their legs shine. I've been obsessed with black nylons ever since."

(I'm no good at Gimp or Photoshop, you'll just have to imagine that Iris has thistle-colored eyes. Though I do now have an anime-ish avatar depicting Iris.)

If You Were a Woman (And I was a Man): A TG Mixed Tape

On thanksgiving a trans girl prepares to come out to her family. A mysterious entity wreaks havoc on a porn set. While experimenting with each other’s sexual fantasies, a man learns more about his partner than he bargained for. These are just some of the stories on offer in this collection of short, short fiction by twelve different voices in TG Fiction. [Includes an interview with Dorothy Colleen.]

(13) If you can’t touch me you can’t hurt me

We all build walls around ourselves to keep safe from the bumps and knocks

The Bat and the Dragon
By Paul Calhoun

I've been desirous of going back to romance plots and this one (like everything else) has been in the pipe for a long time.

My first time writing a gay couple starting that way rather than becoming through disguise and circumstance. I couldn't resist putting in a bit of stereotypical dialogue (though stereotype for me is very different since mine comes from reading so many books written by LGBT scholars).

Oh, right, plot. Halloween party, one decides he's tired of being the only married gay couple at the parties, skinsuit, catwoman, evening out. Obligatory cameo by characters from other story arc. How big is this town anyway and how come there are so many people buying skinsuits there? Hey, that sounds like the plot of a story!

Carlie has sissy predispositions, but overcomes difficulties with love, courage and increasing self-awareness. In this chapter, Carlie begins to define his relationships.

The Hottie!
By Czolgolz
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What a good boy…Chapter 23

I bite my lip and smile to myself after the whole thing with Janey out in the hall way and I feel very turned on but more? Powerful I guess, seductive in this only Tracy way I know that I got to her.

I know it because of the way she was breathing or not when her breath caught. And the way that her eyes looked.

Guys, men very seldom leave women in that way that I’ve seen. Other women yeah sometimes I mean…maybe. All I know is that right now Janey’s vee is likely as wet as mine is.

I walk over to the bed and slink into it and up until Jamey and I are level and I kiss him long and slowly and gently until he wakes up and as his breathing changes from being asleep to awake I pull him into consciousness by his tongue.

What a good boy…chapter 22

It’s a powerful thing feeling what I’m feeling as Jamey is walking just behind me following me and my sway as we go down the hall. I can feel his eyes on me as we get to the end of the hall. I stop at the intersection part by the lobby. “Which way?”

“Left I’m in the five hundreds…uhm five-oh-two.”

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My usual Friday routine goes something like, text at lunch ‘you fancy going out tonight?’ my reply ‘OK you choose’ the reply usually says ‘’Mine for 7.30’

After all the new experiences, fights with his mother and his internal discussions, which way will Joe go when the pressure builds.
This is as far as I will take Joe in his life, unless I can be persauded (not bullied off course) otherwise, or someone else can see his potential :)

It all started when a dream I was having went ‘a little caca.’ In the blink of cosmic clock, I went from an old man living from hand to mouth to my own childhood, reliving the sixth grade. Which could’ve been fun if it’d been the universe I remembered. Fortunately, I had help - an alien Constructed Intelligence by the name of Hap. Unfortunately, while she can heal almost any hurt or illness, she’s still an immobile machine. So here I am reliving my life again putting things right that once went wrong, a kind of cross-dimensional time-traveling Lone Ranger with Hap as my Tonto. And I don’t even need a mask. (Oh Boy!”)
My apologies to “Quantum Leap!”

Here Comes the Troubleshooter! Part 2 - The Troubleshooter transforms.

Next morning I wake up to Carl cooking an omelet. He approaches cooking like he does his inventions, and more often than not the results are amazing. Which is a good thing because I have super-strong senses including taste, which can be a lot less fun than you might think.

Absinthe Opium and Honor 26

Chapter 26

*Rick…

I wake up and I feel so different than I ever thought that I’d ever feel. Stretched out inside, sore but in this good way and fucked.

Yeah fucked, but not me doing the fucking but me being the bottom. And I can feel Tommy pressed against me, his huge cock slowly getting harder as he’s spooning me. I never thought it’d be something in my life.

Never thought I’d be gay.

Absinthe, Opium & Honor…Chapters 21&22.

Chapter 21.

I’m still convinced that it’s so much better to sleep in your own bed but it’s so much better than that sleeping with someone in your own bed.

I know that I’m the right me in these little times you know when I’m lying here awake with Rick’s arms around my body and spooning. It’s feeling this, feeling so female, just girly with every breath.

Okay, maybe Rick’s hard on pressed against me might have something to do with that.

Sweet Dreams 15 … Alex.

*Alex……….

You ever have a day that just starts out nothing like you could ever dream? I just did, it went from…the best place that I’d ever been to angry and just boiling with rage inside to this…to Hunter wanting for us to go home…asking to go home so we can make love.

Love…..

Somebody…Hunter…somebody actually loves me and that’s something right out of those scarcely dare to dream places in us….

You all know what I’m talking about. Where you dream these dreams of what life could be but just never is….