Sweet / Sentimental


There are times in your life that will define who and what you are; at those times what you do will determine how your future will unfold. Looking back on your life you can see just where those moments were and what you did to make you the person you are today. I was at such a moment not too long ago and looking back at my decision I don’t think I would have made it differently had I known how my life would have changed so drastically. Let me explain what I did to lead me to where I am now.

Two years ago I was faced with a decision; you see I have been a crossdresser all my life, as far back as I could remember I would always prefer to wear my sisters clothes rather than my own. To my benefit my mother knew and said nothing about it, she would allow me my dress up time with my sister and we would have fun. This continued right up till the day my sister went off to University and moved out of the house taking with her all her clothes. I was left with only a couple of pairs of panties and a bra; not much for a guy who loves to get fully dressed with makeup and all. I tried to cope with the loss of my dress up time but I got depressed and moody sulking around the house. Dad was unaware of my hobby of dressing for mom never told him so he was unaware as to why I was so depressed. Mom came to me one night and talked.

The First Time

He stood in front of the closet across from the bathroom. At one time, it was used strictly for linens, but now held his mother's clothes as well. She and her husband no longer shared the marital bed, even though they had decided to stay together. This was the mid-sixties, and folks stayed married "for the kids," which proved to be a disaster in his parent's case because of his father's rage and their drinking.

The closet was an odd looking one, with a door that reached from the ceiling to just about two feet above the floor, leaving the bottom of the closet almost like a bin. He opened the closet and looked inside, as he had many times before when he put linens away for his mom. The top three shelves still held the towels and sheets and such, but the bottom two shelves as well as the bin below were filled with neat piles of his mother's clothes. She had no dresser in the bedroom down the hall, so all of her "worldly possessions" as some might say sat neatly on the shelves in front of him.

The House Fire

Nick finally finds the courage to venture out of the house dressed as Nicole only to return to a house on fire with his parents screaming to firemen to rescue him from the burning house. Special thanks are in order to Michelle B. for editing this for me.

The House Fire: Chapter 1 By SaraD

A Toy's Story

Disclaimer: This is fiction. All the characters and events portrayed here are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely accidental and unintentional. I as the author reserves all rights. Once again I’m down to the wire posting my entry. I’ve given this a good look over but I’m afraid that it is still pretty raw without another pair of eyes to double-check for me.  Be that as it may, I hope that you can enjoy this, even with the errors.

Warning!!!! This story depicts someone having a hard time dealing with the lost of an loved one. If this would upset you please do not continue! I believe it ends on a positive note, but you were warned!

The Jacket


Disclaimer: This is fiction. All the characters and events portrayed here are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely accidental and unintentional. I as the author reserves all rights. Hey Everyone I did get this finished but at the last minute. I'm afraid that is pretty much unedited or proofread, but here it is! Happy Thanksgiving Enjoy!

The Jacket



My hot tears streamed down my chilled cheeks. Not even the late fall cold could cool the burning hurt within that spilled out from me. The thick cover of fallen leaves rustled underfoot stole the sounds of my footfalls as I blindly stumbled along.

Makeup Fairy

Disclaimer: This is fiction. All the characters and events portrayed here are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely accidental and unintentional. I as the author reserves all rights. A big thanks goes out to Cathy who proofed and generally made this readable. Any remaining errors, or mistakes are mine! Enjoy

The Makeup Fairy


    Gail sighed forlornly at the imperfect image reflected in her mirror. As much as she wanted to deny it, she was looking at herself. It had taken her forever and a day to accept that, regardless of how the rest of the world saw her, she was a woman. Staring at her poorly done makeup on that all too masculine, face, she stuck out her tongue at it in pure frustration.

    It would so much easier, if she could just pretend to be the lumbering guy everyone else saw. However, her inner girl had other ideas. After years of broken relationships, lost jobs, and depression, it was pretty clear that only insanity lay in that direction. It had taken years of therapy, anti-depressants, and yet more therapy, to get her to admit the nature of her problem.

    Gail sighed again, making another face at herself. Her daddy always said you had to work with what you had. That made her smile, because she very much doubted her practical had anything like this in mind.

    Her mom was always the strong one, bound and determined to withstand whatever life threw at her, no matter what. Together, her parents had made a good couple, even if they hadn’t a clue on how to deal with her peculiarity. She still missed them so much, despite the years that had passed since the accident that had taken them from her.

    Gail closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She would clean her face off and try yet again. First she decided to follow the advice of that song that had sustained her though many difficult times. She knew her voice left a lot to be desired, but music had always helped. As silly as it was, she sang, “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.”

    Losing herself in happier times, she didn’t care who heard her, or what they thought. Lost in those childhood memories, Gail was barely aware of a light tingling upon her face, bug!

    Her eyes snapped open, looking wildly for the creepy crawlie, but instead, her mouth fell open in utter amazement.

    There, in the mirror, was an attractive woman with her makeup done superbly. She could barely tell that she was wearing any makeup at all. The colors and shades were skillfully blended to hide her masculine features.

    Out of the corner of her eye, she spied movement by the drapes that she had carefully pulled shut, to make certain of her privacy. Racked by indecision, she didn’t know what to do. Part of her wanted to know, to see, who had done such a wonderful job, while the other simply wanted more.

    Her entire life, Gail wanted to believe in the supernatural and the paranormal. If miracles were real, then just maybe this gross male body of hers wasn’t the prison it had always seemed.

    After the fire left her with no place to stay, her grandmother had taken her in. From another time and place, the eccentric old woman told her all kinds of fantastic tales and stories. For years, she used to leave out treats for the ‘little people’ and it only stopped after her death.

    Gail had inherited the old place, but while she had always hoped and wished that the stories were true, she had never gone to the lengths her grandmother had.

    Were the stories true? Had perhaps her singing, caused them to help her, like one of those old fairy tales about brownies, cobblers, elves and all the rest?

    She had to suppress a giggle. The Lil’ Folk of legend weren’t known for being makeup artists!

    There was one way to prove that theory. Keeping her eyes to herself, she went to her kitchen. Feeling silly, she poured some milk in a bowl and took it with her back to her bureau.

    Sitting, she placed the bowl in front of her.

    Calming herself, she said in her best feminine voice. “Thank you so much. You did a wonderful job. Could you help me with my nails and hair please? I would be most grateful.”

    Feeling even more foolish, she closed her eyes again. Gail had her doubts that it would work again. She was unsure how much time passed, since she couldn’t see, but she was beginning to feel discouraged.

    Suddenly her heart thumped as she felt that ‘tingle’ again. This time it was her hair, and it was like a light breeze was somehow blowing inside her room.

    The ‘tingle’ stopped as her breath caught, but continued after she gently exhaled, relaxing. She seemed to remember that fairy creatures were very shy, and any attempt to see or catch them would be sure to chase them away.

    With an act of will, she kept herself relaxed. It was happening, and sometimes you just had to trust. What must have been a fairly short time later, the ‘tingles’ ended.

    Not wanting to spoil a good thing, Gail gave her unseen makeover artists a warning. “I think you’re finished now, so I’m going to open my eyes, Okay?”

    Not getting a response, she dared a glance.

    That woman in the mirror couldn’t be her! That hair was gorgeous! Much longer and fuller, the dark waves framed her face in just the right way. Both of her eyebrows, while not thin arches, were perfectly acceptable, and she hadn’t even felt any pain from plucking. When she touched her hair, to convince herself it was real, she stopped to stare at the beautiful ovals of her now manicured nails.  

    “Breathe honey, breathe,” she whispered in wonder. It was really her.

    Gail blinked her long lashes, thinking furiously. The bowl of milk in front of her was drained dry. Making up her mind she said, aloud to her invisible benefactors, “Thank you so much! I’m going to leave pencil and paper here, so if you have any needs please let me know. A gift for a gift.”

    “I’m going to my computer to see what else besides milk is good for you. Thank you again. I do hope we can do this again.”

    A tug on her new locks proved that the sudden growth of hair was not only real, but all hers. No more male baldness for her.

    A brilliant smile came to her lips. Magic was ‘real’! She didn’t have to struggle all alone with this any more. Gail had made some new friends.


    Doctor Hanson, her therapist, was surprised when she arrived for her appointment, in all of her feminine glory. The Doctor had nothing, but compliments for Gail’s appearance, and remarked how much happier and more confident her patient was since their last visit. The shy, conflicted person, caught struggling against herself, had somehow blossomed.

    When asked what had caused such a dramatic change, Gail just smiled, saying she had made some new friends with a talent for makeovers. She certainly couldn’t argue with the results. From her hair style, to the cute shoes her patient wore, it all seemed customized for her.

    More than a little envious, Doctor Hanson had to ask, “Are they taking new customers?

    Gail giggled. “Sorry Doctor, they don’t run a business and are really shy. It wasn’t because of money that they helped me. You could say they helped all because of a song…

The End  

Note: The song lyrics is from “My Favorite Things” by Rodgers and Hammerstein.


Disclaimer: This fiction and any resemblance to anyone alive or otherwise is unintended. I the author reserves all rights. A big thanks goes out to Cathy who helped make this readable. Enjoy!


From the tree where I was hidden, I watched him walk into the cemetery with an enormous boutique of flowers in his ham sized hands. The big man walked purposely as if he knew exactly where he was going. Reaching a rather large headstone he stood there silently. He then knelt beside the cold marble gravestone.

I had trouble believing my eyes. The day started off strange enough when I spied The Main Man himself dressed in a suit and tie for Gawd‘s sake. I’d never seen him in anything but muscle shirts and jeans with the exception of his supersuit.

Kelly's Journey-Chapter 24-Surgery

Kelly's Journey
Chapter 24-Surgery
By Stanman63
Edited By Nora Adrienne with Special Thanks To Terry Naut and JennaFL for Proofing and to Heather Rose Brown for the Illustration!

Synopsis: Kelly discovers that Johnny is there for her surgery that finally turns her into a woman, and is there for her as she recovers from it. Yet he leaves before he can claim her physically which causes her to wonder about their Love because she wanted to consummate their Love.
Then Johnny gets hurt,and Kelly rushes to him, where she learns that she finally can control her passion for him.
Upon awakening, Johnny confesses why he has stayed away since the betrayal, and confesses his love for her.

For Love and Money

By Roni

I shot up in bed shaking from the cold sweat that was running down my head, I looked around but nothing looked familiar, except the room itself. I threw off the sheets and sat up in my bed letting my legs hand over the edge. As my feet hit the floor it didn’t feel right something was off but what? I got up and staggered to the bathroom, had I gotten drunk last night? I tried to remember what I had done yesterday but could not remember in fact I could not remember anything! I reached the bathroom and fumbled for the light switch finally finding it I turned on the light and walked in. I felt weak nauseous like I was going to throw up, I reached the toilet and lifted the lid and seat but nothing came out. I lowered the seat and yanked my underwear down and sat down. I peed and then wiped myself; something again didn’t feel right but what?

The Two Princesses

The Two Princesses

By Stanman63
Thanks Nora Adrienne for editing!

Synopsis:When dark forces try to destroy two kingdoms, Good Magic and Love save the day.




Once upon a time there were two kingdoms ruled by wise and just kings. The West Kingdom and the East Kingdom were peaceful and prosperous. Princess Catrina of the West Kingdom and Princess Serenity of the East Kingdom were best friends and were both tutored by the Great Wizard Beren in all things.