In the quiet dawn where wishes softly gleam,
A mother’s heart enshrines a cherished dream.
For years she pictured, with love’s gentle grace,
A little girl adorned in ribbons' embrace.
Dresses and skirts, oh, how they'd twirl,
Legs clad in hose such a precious girl.
With pink painted nails and cute earrings that danced,
In her dreams, oh how her spirits pranced.
The dreams spun in colors, all delicate and sweet,
Dresses adorned with the softest of pleats,
Lips painted red, a little silver ring,
Oh, the joy that a daughter could timelessly bring.
But time, like a river, in currents did roam,
And fate brought twin boys whom she bore, her own.
The months turned to years, and the boys grew so bright,
Yet deep in her heart was a lingering plight.
She dressed them in blue, in their dapper attire,
Yet the silk and the lace she still longed to inspire.
Then one quiet evening, as shadows grew long,
She looked at her sons, one shy and one strong.
In the depth of her sadness, a vision took flight—
“If I cannot have her, I’ll make my own light.”
A boy with soft features, so shy and so pure,
With eyes that dreamed quietly, a heart to allure.
Yet born from her longing was this tender lad,
Who learned to delight in all the joy that he had.
Though frills and fine lace, seemed forever astray,
He sat by her side, ready to play.
“Momma,” he whispered, with innocence raw,
“I want to please you, to follow your law.”
Her heart swelled with joy, as his spirit seemed bright,
In a world of his own, where no wrong met the right.
With a wink and a smile, they began a sweet dance,
To turn the boy's nature into a delicate trance.
Her heart, though heavy, burst with delight,
As she crafted a world of color so bright.
With a soft guiding hand, she picked up a brush,
She painted his nails in a sparkly hush.
With ribbons and bows, she began to transform,
Her shy little boy to a beauty reborn.
Dresses adorned him, their colors ablaze,
His cheeks tinted pink, such a charming new phase.
Little cutie with earrings, delicate and sweet,
In hose and low heels, he danced on his feet.
In skirts and soft dresses, her boy did shine,
With curls in his hair, he looked so divine.
Yet time, that river, ever flows,
The boy grew tall, with dreams that glows,
Of transformation, soft and bright,
He yearned to dance in softer light.
With whispered hopes that filled the air,
He sought the grace with tender care,
To shed the cloak of boyhood’s past,
Embrace the girl he dreamed to cast.
No longer bound by man’s decree,
In skirts and lace, he yearned to be,
A lovely soul on woman’s brink,
In love and life, he'd dare to think.
“I dream to be lovely, to bloom like a flower,
To be more than a boy, to embrace my girl power.”
As he stepped into dreams, where his heart felt alive,
Imagining futures where his spirit could thrive.
He dreamt not of fathers, but of love’s sweet refrain,
Longing for a partner, to share joy and pain.
Once a boy, 'neath mother’s gaze,
Now blooms a rose in moonlit haze.
Through the knife's embrace, her form redefined,
Each curve and fold, a testament aligned.
Trusting a surgeon, with courage true,
She shed her past, her heart anew,
Momma’s little one, now a queen,
In lace and silk, a vision unseen.
With every curve and every grace,
She finds her true and rightful place,
Surrendered to the silken night,
As passion calls with sweet delight.
No longer bound by masculine stake,
She glimmers with beauty, a masterpiece awake;
Delights of the night swirl in soft embrace,
Eve and Adam, in a timeless space.
Her new husband waits with love profound,
In the quiet night, their hearts unbound;
With every sigh, with every kiss,
She finds her truth in the warmth of bliss.
In lace and silk, her spirit glows,
Under the stars, the moonlight knows,
Tonight as she quivers, a quiet prince reborn,
With every touch, new worlds are sworn.
Momma’s shy little boy, now a woman, she shines,
Her heart is free, her body entwines;
In marriage bed, where passions flow,
They're lost in the joy of love's warm glow.
Through tenderness shared, her body laid bare,
They know the delights that only lovers dare;
In the marriage bed, their souls entwined,
Two bodies merging, two fates aligned.
For the first time, she gazes deep,
Into the eyes where secrets keep,
Like Eve and Adam, unmasked and true,
She knows the man who now knows her too.
Wave after wave, a symphony unfolds,
As laughter dances and passion enfolds,
Each touch ignites a yearning flame,
In this realm of bliss, they dance without shame.
Her soft new curves, like petals in bloom,
Envelop his heart, dispelling all gloom,
With every caress, every sigh, a start,
He embarks on the journey to capture her heart.
Oh, how her body quivers with grace,
As joy cascades, a sweet embrace,
Her toes curl tight, amid sighs and moans,
A bond is made — in skin and in bones.
In rhythmic harmony, their hearts beat as one,
Discovering pleasures as bright as the sun,
Momma's little boy, now her princess so dear,
In the depths of love, they conquer their fear.
Together they explore, boundless and free,
The delights of each other, pure ecstasy,
He, now cradled in folds soft and warm,
While she finds strength in this tender form.
Beneath the moonlit tapestry so grand,
The dance of two lovers, a fateful strand,
Momma's sweet boy, now a woman deflowered,
In the joy of love, his soul she devours.
So here’s to the night, to love's sweet refrain,
From weak boy to strong woman, through joy and pain;
Under the moon, with stars overhead,
She knows the delight of her love’s sacred bed.
Tonight they share what none can measure,
A bond of souls, the truest treasure,
In love’s embrace, her spirit free,
At last, she knows what it is to be.
She was finally whole, her body alight,
Waves of pleasure erupt, under stars shining bright.
This epic tale of transformation grand,
Of love’s gentle touch, hand in hand;
For in every heartbeat, a truth does unfold —
A love story written, beautifully bold.
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Life 2.0. Vol III: One More Collection Of Mostly Short Sweet Stories
Short StoryDue to the popularity of the first two volumes, here is a third collection of short mostly sweet vignettes with a transgender theme. Just like Vols I and II, they are all one offs, meaning what you see is what you get and there won't likely be any...
