Well, I have some good news to share.

First, I got the results of the CT scan done on my brain back, and it showed no signs of damage or anything. While that is good, it means we still don't know why I have word drop and brain farts.

Second, I am now on stage 2 of dealing with my dentures, which means I can now have solid (if soft) foods.

Step by step, I do what I can, and its great to make progress.

huggles for everybody

The idea of a straight man transforming into a woman and becoming attracted to men is a well worn trope in tg fiction. It creates dramatic tension, it scratches people’s kinks. It is so omnipresent that it is essentially an unmarked category in the genre. The idea of becoming attracted to a certain sex against one’s will exists outside the tg fiction space, generally referred to and tagged as “Orientation Play” “Forced Bi” or similar.

What does this have to do with lesbian romance?

We had to go to my grandson's wedding this last Saturday. As family we were invited to the rehearsal dinner on Friday as well as the wedding. It was a three hour round trip to the venue. We decided to spend the night. As we were packing for the two events. My wife was dithering over what to wear. She picked out a nice top but the neck line was a little loose and she was concerned about "down the blouse" views if she bent over a little and was wondering what she could wear under. I offered:

"I could loan you a black cami."

In working my way through "A Change Of Orders", the idea of sexual attraction has reared its ugly head. As a an author, and post op, there is no physical attraction, at all. No male, or female that I have wanted has passed through my life. My body seems completely immune to responding to even a simple 'wank'.

I'm about halfway through the story and the subject of attraction has come up and the protagonist has the same view as I. Does this mean that a complete lack of erotic response is not uncommon? Is this a new direction in stories?

Gwen

I have to share my latest dream, while I still remember it.

In the dream, I was on a quest, and had gathered a group of people to be part of it.

Once the group was assembled, I told them that one of them, a young woman, had a connection to me and to what was going to happen

I told them, "I'm the fuse. She's the bomb."

I didn't seem upset about this. In fact I told the girl, "Come on, lets go boom"

Then I told them we had to get to a certain location up on top of a hill on the outskirts of the city, and we began to travel.

I went for a long leisurely ride today that stretched to over 2 hours. I've an ebike so there is no justification for saying it was in any sense of the word, "athletic". Along the way part of the time, I mused about why authors write TG stories, real or fiction. There have to be dozens of different motivations. No time was wasted on sussing out the reason for pre-pubescent incidence. Thinking about it now, is it genetic, environmental, resulting from abuse, who can say. Not to criticise, I am sure that some stories lend to wanking off. Questions, questions ....

Have I missed something? I haven't seen anything from Maryanne Peters for quite a while in either of the venues where she posts.

When Worlds Collide By Tanya Allan

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Just now reading Tanya Allen's latest 5 part story in Kindle. This is my sort of Science Fiction, Forced Fem...She is one of the best writers that we have on this site. Enjoy.

Gwen

A Guide to the Saga

In the next Masks story, abandoned buildings in Detroit considered too damaged to repair are being recycled with genetically engineered fungus.

So on Thursday, I got all my top teeth removed, and my dentures installed.

The reason they put the dentures in right away is they use them as kind of a bandage, to protect the area from infection, and keep the shape of my mouth the same as it heals

So the last couple days have been kinda less than fun, but I'm slowly getting better,

Anyway, hugs still appreciated.

The world has changed from hardly ever meeting anyone on the highways to a constant stream both ways. X amount of years back I never gave it a second thought about things going belly up. Different times I asked strangers who stopped to call Daddy and tell him where I was and what went wrong. Broken axle, lost duals on a Bobtail, tractor lost it's axle and rear tire, front axle fell out, rear tire on PU threw all it's rubber off, and so many others lost in time and memories.

looks like my discord is not going to be working for while .someone in the Philippines hacked my account and was using it to send out spam . they are investigating it but there is a chance discord will end up doing an ip ban as this has been going on for along time with out my knowledge .i spent 4 hours working with discord support it may take several days to fix this .in the mean time my discord is locked so no access .

Everything has to come to an end sometime...

Randi finds an ending but is it one that will make her happy?

There are a number of unfinished stories here that I would dearly love to see completed. As the years roll by, however, there are two for which I constantly look for status updates and new episodes; Catwalk Confidence by Connie Alexander and Sarah Carerra by Megan Campbell.

Kelly Shannon Driscoll

Unlike many of you, but like some readers and writers on here, I live almost fully in the closet. My only time off from my male life is when I go away on short breaks. I share these with a gentleman sometimes. He has encouraged me to be braver. It is so much easier with support.

so far!

So for the last couple of days, I've been dealing a specific symptom of my depression - a lack of spoons.

I have felt like I was swimming in tar exhausted just getting the minimum done.

I'm starting to come out of it, but huggles appreciated.

After having shared on one of the first “BCTS Recommends” at the start of this year (2024) among others the Opus Magnus of Teddie S. with the title Tommy - The Trials and Tribulations of a Girl?, I decided to dig up this story and re-read it. It is truly a Opus Magnus, counting 253 chapters and approximately 1,400,000 words. So buckle up for the long haul!

so the last while I have had moments where I find myself disengaging, drifting away from what ever was going on.

they don't last long, but I have no idea what is triggering them.

And I would like them to stop now.

hugs appreciated.

You Are So Greatly Loved
Я так тебя люблю, но твое правительство такое подлое.
Kaj tiam li kisis min.
Das war ein Experiment

I’ve been thinking hard about writing another Wildcats story. But it’s been four years since the big book of Wildcats was published on Amazon. Do you think people have moved on?

and suddenly everyone is smiling!

Really needing it to be OVER! "The Thrill Is Gone.

The only hold is not wishing to offend the one who created me.

I’ve been on BCTS for just over 8 years now. I’ve been here through the struggles, I’ve seen a lot. I’ve met a lot of people in this community and tried my hand at writing and never really got the feel for it.

This post is one I really didn’t want to ever have to make. But as I sit here typing this up at past 1 am this morning, reminiscing about all the things I tried to do and failed. I’ve made friends and I have my enemies. Newer people probably don’t even know who I am and that’s ok with me. Im from a different era of the site.

Reggie rolls the world-shifting dice!

Randi gets down and dirty!

yes i know its technically still spring but it did reach 20c yesterday!

The most noticeable for me is the fact that clicking on a link used to change the color of the line from an orchid to black (at least on my computer). It made it easy, when scrolling through the teasers to tell when you got down to a story you'd already considered or read and could stop.

It's a very small thing, but I miss it. I'm pretty sure that it's not on my end because Fictionmania's site still does that.

I just don't know how to make my praise of this work any more sincere. It has taken me more than perhaps a fortnight to read this and I just finished it at 04:30 AM PDT on 5/8/2024.

I've often cried at times, even solidly wept... when I've read some works.

This time when it finished I was laughing at the prose, and the artwork was absolutely fabulous and adorable.

Thank you so much Bryony Marsh. I wish I had personally known you, though there is surely a bit of yourself here.

Blessings to you.

Gwen Brown (Boucher)

Not sure where this is going

Lately my rough drafts are XXX, and I am unsure that do do with them. It used to work to edit the porn out of them but somehow that seems to rip their heart out.

I am going to take a look at publishing some stories at Literotica as "Missykateti" to see what happens. This is not me throwing a fit, breaking all the dishes and throwing pots and pans.

I'll see what happens; maybe nothing.

Gwen

but i've got an excuse or two, honest.

I am looking for a story, though all i can remember is that, it is set during WW2, MC is a Military Officer, used as translator by both Germans and allies,

MC, Hides in village house, German/fFrench border???, in wardrobe???

MC, uses the only civilian clothes available, female

This is harder than i ever thought it would be im in New Mexico at the hospital .My Uncle is on his death bed .im the last relative he has so its my duty to be here even though he never accepted me. My knee jerk action was not to come but the more i thought about it i decided that i needed to be here for closure if for nothing else . Just please send hugs good thoughts and prayers that i get through this . As always I care about all of you sisters and friends thank you for allowing me into your lives through bc .

Well, I'm back. On April 28th I was unable to login. Then I was informed by the login that my account was locked down. There doesn't seem to be a way to inform anyone at BC about a login problem unless you can login to tell them.

Today I was allowed access to change my password--which I wasn't before, because the account was locked.

So I'm back.

I hope the problems at the site get sorted out.
Otherwise, I am going to miss this place.

charlie.

For the last several weeks, I've been here, but not really here. I have fallen behind on responding to comments and giving comments to those wonderful ladies who stories bring me so much joy and happyness. I feel like I owe the whole community an apology and I must explain why. Well to start I was sick on Easter Sunday, and so I went to the local clinic and tested postived for streph throat. Again. So that was ten more days on the antibotic train. I was barely over strep when my father woke up one morning peeing blood.