Transgender Fiction

My story began in the worst of nightmares, but ended in my dreams coming true. It was in the trenches, in 1917, that I knew that I could not go on. As a man I was expected to fight, to win victory, or suffer death trying. I could never do any of that, and I did succeed in escaping.

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I am not going to do another series. The whole thing makes my life impossible. I haven’t. By Dianne Inche.

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The inability to express oneself is one of the worst things I can think of. Myself, I didn't know that boys were not supposed to wear dresses until I showed up at the dinner table completely dressed as a girl.

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Jess was getting tired of hearing about all the female problems his sisters or his girlfriend were having. It seemed all they talked about was their sore breasts or their cramps or their bloating. At times he would just tell them to keep their problems to themselves, that he was tired of hearing them bitching and moaning about stuff that couldn't have been as bad as they let on. Usually one of them would tell him he should have been a girl so he would know what it was like... By Cute Patti.

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My Mother had always told me to take my vitamins, which I did. My father had run off and it had always been just me and my mother. I helped her with the laundry and during that chore noticed that her clothes were different than my blue jeans and T-shirts. For some reason I lingered over her clothes and marveled at the difference. By Bob LaFortune.

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