Now that Chloe was out in the open things moved along nicely at the house.
Angela more or less took control of Chloe’s metamorphosis from ‘yeah but you are a man aren’t you?’ into something more like ‘what are you doing on Friday?’ sort of appearance. She thinned his eyebrows a bit but not too much so that when Martin had to make an appearance it wouldn’t be obvious that the was a cross-dresser. Continue reading
Martin was in a meeting at a London Trading House when he felt his phone vibrate. He’d set it on ‘silent’ before the meeting. From the nature of the vibration he knew he’d received a text message. His innate politeness stopped him from looking at the phone until the meeting was over. Continue reading
Life Beyond… Part 1
[This story was originally written in 2004. I updated it in 2010 and again in 2014 and yet again in 2016 so I thought that it was time it got posted.]
Many of us have seen the people selling the Big Issue plying their magazine outside the Tube stations and other prime locations. They come and go over the years. They sell a copy and pocket a bit of money from the sale. They work hard and for most of them it is the first step in their return to some form of normality from whatever deep dark place that have been. Continue reading
This story is another episode from the ‘Hotel’ run by LGBT people that first featured in this story.
The problem with running a Hotel that is part of a larger group is that you have to attend corporate functions and even worse, ‘corporate training’. No excuses, you as the manager have to go and be indoctrinated in the latest corporate ideals/edicts and messages. Then it is your duty to pass all this corporate wisdom onto your staff. Continue reading
After a number of years of trying and failing miserably, I was able to get off work and go to France and actually see a stage of the world famous race, ‘La Tour de France’. I’d booked a Gite less than a kilometre from the stage 15 – time trial. With my Chunnel ticket booked and my bike freshlu serviced and ready I was all set for two weeks in France. Continue reading
My journey back to Skipton was not the one that I’d expected when Mary dropped me at the station that morning. I felt an inner calmness and that was strange to me. I’d been excited about getting those dresses made for me but after the incident in the Cathedral, it was as if they didn’t matter any more.
Mary met me at the station. In an instant she noticed that I was different.
“Did Vic give you the tour?”
“It got to you didn’t it?” Continue reading
Mary took me under her wing and eased me into Parish Life once she had helped me create a believable back story for my life. We needed a story that had to stand up under the close scrutiny of her parishioners. It didn’t take me long to realise that Mary was an expert at that. I sat back and marvelled at how she tied things together so that were no loose ends.
Then there was the subject of my clothes. Mary took one look at the few I had in my case and laughed her head off.
“Those will never do for the parish ladies,” she commented. Continue reading
As the dawn chorus broke and with a heavy heart, I wrote my goodbye letter to Liam.
I am so sorry to say goodbye like this but I can no longer fulfill the role you want me to do at the expense of all my desires. To carry on like I have for the past few will totally destroy me. If I don’t leave now, I never will. I’ve returned all the gifts you have bought me since I came to live with you. I have managed to gather enough money to get me to wherever, find a place to live and start a new life.
Please don’t come searching for me. I will change both my name and appearance. The past has been fun at times but I have so many dreams of my own that I need to try to achieve and if I fail, then so be it.
Jess Continue reading
[12 Years ago]
There I was, full of late teenage hormones, in bed with my girlfriend of the past three years Anna, with both of us ready to do the dirty deed and… Continue reading
There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds said in so many words
Get out of town
Get out, get out, get out of town
Bobby Mason knew that he was in trouble as soon as he walked into the School Playground.
A reception party was waiting for him. At least 10 other boys were lined up with their arms crossed blocking his entry to the school. Continue reading