It was one of those soft southern nights you hear about in movies and old soft rock songs. I could smell the long leaf pines and the moon was nearly full. I had been on my own for so long that it rarely bothered me as it did in my youth. That lonely feeling that never quite goes away. Now it came on... read more
I am from Chongqing, a boy who loves his father. When I was young, my neighbor aunt always said I looked like my sister, like a beautiful girl. At that time, my family was relatively poor. My Sister, my parents, and my family of four lived in public rental housing of less than 30 square meters. Star... read more
TO BE OR NOT TO BE – FINAL ACT by Spanky de Bautumn Part 7. Sunny spent the night with Antonio and the next day they went to Mel and Shari’s for some fun. Antonio had school, so he was up and out early on Tuesday. Mel was in the shower and I was laying in bed, my mind wandering and not real... read more
A real life story of my one and only time deflowering someone and being their first real encounter, I was 27 at the time and she was 21. I am absolutely convinced that Trans girls and CDs have a bit of a 6th sense when it comes to perceiving which guys are into them even in a public situation. I ... read more
Rob had moved back to town and called me. He had just moved into his new place and he wanted me to come by and talk. I knew what he really wanted from the tone of his voice, because I wanted it too. He said he had been thinking and dreamed about me the whole time he was away. My spirits lifted and ... read more
My name is Robert, but when I am dressed I call myself Vicki. I am 5'9" 160 pounds, blonde hair and blue eyes. I had just turned 18. It was Tuesday evening and I had stayed home alone all day. I had a lot to think about. I was relaxing and listening to some music on the stereo. Mom had just ... read more
My name is Robert, but when I am dressed I call myself Vicki. I am 5'9" 160 pounds, blonde hair and blue eyes. I had just turned 18. Mom and Curt had been home form their vacation for almost a week and I hated it. Sure I was glad to see my Mom but with them around I had to revert back to bei... read more
Now Rose upped her sincerity level. "I want that kind of friendship with you, Joan! I believe we are kindred spirits. If two manipulative bitches like us CAN be friends, I think we should be. I did this little scenario today as a show of skill, inclination, and sincerity. Could I do to other me... read more
I think that if you could get honest answers, a lot of heterosexual guys would probably admit to having had at least a passing desire to be a girl. If they were honest, they would probably admit they thought of it "when I first noticed a girl's breasts" or "when I first felt a girl or... read more
My Awkward Phase ©Alexandra Rios 2019 The greatest lie is that what happens in high school doesn't matter, because life begins in college. I pretended to agree, although I never believed it, for I was the world's greatest liar. Wannabees I was hanging out with my friends Quinn, Barb and Anne ... read more
They say that life is about making choices. But we humans don't get to choose the two most important factors in our lives. We don't get to choose our genes, so I got stuck with XY chromosomes. And we don't get to choose our natal families, so I got stuck with my mother and father. My father, Edua... read more
Does Life Imitate Art? I love technology, in spite of the stereotype about girls. Although I was a guy, at least outwardly, until a year ago, I think I was always inwardly a girl. According to the stereotype, we girls are supposed to be indifferent to anything more technical than the designer cov... read more
Which are you? A, B or C? A) You treat me well. You insist that I look stunningly pretty 24/7. You insist I always wear make-up, care for my hair and nails. You pay for me to go to a beautician once a week. You buy me sexy lingerie. You get angry if I wear slacks or jeans. You prefer dresses in p... read more
A Perfect Pandemic A Transsexual Transition in a Troubled Time A Novelette by Alexandra Rios Text Copyright Reserved © August, 2021 Dedication Transgender Day of Remembrance is a solemn occasion. I am offering “A Perfect Pandemic” for free as an antidote to the fear, phobia, discrimination, d... read more
I don't know how long I was under...days, weeks...who knows, maybe even months. Reality blurred with nightmares as I felt my flesh being cut into by cold scalpels and stuck with needles, filling me with horribly persuasive dreams of a beautiful new body. I tried to imagine myself as a man, just to s... read more
Dainie and Joan stood on the Adams Street sidewalk that ran in front of the Sears Tower, watching as the limo that had brought Dainie sped away with Rose inside it. Joan thought Dainie appeared very nervous to see her mommy driving away, but Rose had told Dainie that she, Dr. Joan, was in charge and... read more
On the way home from Grandpa would I through a park. Or I would not. but the road outside was sooo long and I felt frankly a bit sore and spent in the ass after being violated by gramps. so I shortcut through the park. After all it was not that bad. Not like those dank places without light and a lot... read more
There is a very old saying," Be careful what you wish for because you might just get it." My fathers name had been James Bradley. He had been a CEO of a top Wall Street investment firm. My father didn't climb to the top by being a good guy. He was a total prick who would stab anyone he had... read more
Chapter 8 The first thing that struck me was pink! More pink satin than I thought existed in the entire world. The walls were covered in baby pink satin curtains, the plush carpet was also baby pink. Like all the other rooms in this house of the bizarre the ceiling as a full mirror. There was a h... read more
Chapter 1 "Hey Scott, Fauna kind of likes you," Jenna said, snickering. "Hey Jenna, it hard to hear yourself over that echo?" Scott said as he caught the football, and then heaved it back to Ronnie. "Huh?" Jenna asked, puzzled. "Yeah, your head up your ... read more
