Chapter 2

Kyle strode into the auditorium where the prom was being held with his date, Emily Rose Smythe on his arm. He treated her like the eye candy he believed her to be. She was silently fuming over the treatment and could not believe the amount of disrespect he had for woman. She just wanted to get through this evening with the minimal amount of fuss. She regretted her decision to come here with Kyle; she thought that the stories weren't true. He ignored her all evening and left her to her own devices.

Clothes make the ?

It hadn’t worked the way it was supposed to.

my friend and I decided to snoop on cheerleader little did I know I would become a the daughter of the Satan Himself and turn the cheerleader all into demon Cheerleaders and slowly change the men into women

1 . cheerleader snoop and changes

The Machine

My mother was really gonna do it.

She was going to put the Machine on my head.

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This is NOT a funny story.

James and Martin were slowly walking away from the funeral of their classmate Stephen… no… of their classmate Susan, her parents at last, and too late, recognizing her true gender. As they had expected they had been the only ones from their school there. Susan’s parents deliberately had scheduled the funeral at noon on the Wednesday of end-of-term exam week and made it very clear that they didn’t want anyone from school to come.

The Shortest TG Story In The World

“You’re a sadist,” said Belinda, blue eyes wide with shock and pain “You’re a monster. I can’t believe you want me to do this!” "

Bru: So you are afraid that your son may be transgendered? So what, your child will still be the same person, only happier if you accept and support her.

Friend: Are you sure?

Bru: Sure, nearly 20 years ago some other friends of mine had twins. Fraternal twins, a girl and a boy. According to gender stereotyping the boy should be a great athlete like the father and the other artistic, sensitive and dance ballet and so on like their mother. Well, it sort of turned out that way.

The old grange was haunted. Everyone in the village knew it. The ghosts made sure they knew.

The story continues immediately after we left Tom and the Headmaster last time.

Three 12-year old boys sit in the Headmaster’s office. John, Harry and Tom have come to school dressed as girls as a prank. Not surprisingly their teacher sent them to the Headmaster.

Once upon a time there was a child.

This child had a mother who had wanted a child badly and finally was able to adopt a baby after her husband died. The child loved mother. And tried to be like her. Even practicing until the child could sit with crossed legs "just like mom".

The child only had a few friends. The girl next door (until she moved away) a girl across the street, and a few boys who lived farther away.

Did you hear?

Authors note: my quote key is not working. Sorry.

Hey Conner, did you hear about Matt?

No, whats up?

She might be coming out of the closet.

No way. Really?

Her sister Mary said her parents found Matt's girl stash. There is gonna be a family meeting about it after church Sunday.

Geez, I hope it goes well for her.

Well, Mary thinks it will. Matt being a girl isn't a shock to her folks.

Can't see how it could be. She might as well be wearing a sign that says girl on it.

Sensei Tolman has me working with a staff. She figures the skills I showed with the field hockey stick will transfer more easily.

After watching someone else plant the end of their staff and use it as a pivot point I got an idea.

Which is why I'm out here on my roller blades with my helmet, elbow and knee pads and the rest.

Yep.I can use the staff to do different maneuvers. A bit painful learning what I can't do with it while on skates. At least nobody was around to see me mess up.

Well, I've got a costume now.

Costuming class was a bit odd at first, but what the heck. It wasn't that hard. And I could use an "easy" class or two.

I went with the skintight bodysuit as a base. With strategic reinforcing. After one of the other kids let slip something about the combat finals, I got serious about reinforcing things and making sure I could still move well while getting some protection.

Plus, it'll be easy to hide under a lot of my clothes.

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First Date

“Hey, Tom, wait up!”

“Oh hi, John. What’s up?”

“I heard that Sarah asked you out?”

“Yeah .. I haven’t said yes, yet.”

“Are you nuts? She’s the handsomest girl in the school, why wouldn’t you want to go out with her?”

“Well, it’s just .. I dont have anything nice to wear.”

“Well, we can solve that. Come on to the mall with me, and we’ll find a pretty dress for you.”

“I guess ..”

“What’s wrong?”

“I .. well, have you ever had the feeling that something’s not right?”

“What do you mean?”

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When one door closes ...

I know this is a day late, but consider this my Father's day present to all of you

Being a father is an incredible thing. You fall in love with this red-faced squalling baby, and as they get older, you only love them more, even when they surprise you.

And boy, did I ever get a surprise from my child, born Emily.

The signs were there young, if I had only been able to see it. She always was a rough-and-tumble tomboy, always trying to “be like daddy” every chance she could.

I wrote this back in March of 2008.

Heartache come at a time when we don't except it.
But we must move on because it's what our loved one want us to do.
I didn't want a big fuss one my birthday, but my mom wanted me to be happy.
Seventeen years ago on 7/14/1997 I lost my sister witch was my best friend.
Then a mouth ago I lost my aunt. The date was 5/10/2015.
Then this past Tuesday at 2:41am I lost my mom.

Three of the most import women in my life are with Jesus.
I will miss them all.