Transexual Stories

Toby's mom always wanted a daughter but with 5 sons it seemed impossible. They were all big and strong, only the 6th remained small and slender. He would be much better of as a girl, his parents decided.

Media mogul Daniel Meade and fiery deli owner Gio Rossi navigate the aftermath of a secret passionate encounter at a party, forcing them to confront societal expectations, tradition, homophobia, identity and self-acceptance across the class divide. A short character study that became something else and now demands an ending. An Ugly Betty fanfiction inspired by another fanfiction: Sexy Rick Grimes' "The Prince and the Pirate". TTS audio podfic.

The journey of Andrea becoming Dre. Sample

This is about how me and my girlfriend met we are still together to this day and it's almost been a month

[tw: this story includes strong language and slight blood and gore. If your uncomfortable with this then click off. Thanks !.] We all know jake,our favorite simp,well when a boy catches him with his binder things get different. [this was randomly made and is really cringe lol]

.. more, přečtěte si můj příběh a nečtěte "zadní stránku" přebalu abyste si mohli napsat tenhle název mojeho nekonkurenčně dokonalého příběhu do čtenářskýho deníku, páč jste si nestihli v knihovně vypůjčit Honzíkovu cestu.. :)

More Memes for you, my lovley friends <3

the version of a trans women that is cinderella.

Esta es mi historia de todo lo que e pasado siendo transgenero, como me di cuenta y como se lo pude contar a mi familia, los procesos que e tenido y etc.

I made up this poem. It is mine. Don't steal it.

Melancolía? Era una palabra que no conocía, un sentimiento que jamás había vivido... hasta que llegó el día en que tuvimos que despedirnos. Fue extraño, como si el mundo siguiera avanzando mientras a mí me arrancaban lo más preciado que tenía. Como si en ese instante todo cambiara para siempre. Fue entonces cuando lo entendí... La melancolía no era solo una palabra. Tenía tu nombre.

A collection of LGBT+ oneshots

It all started with a pencil.

I'm just a boy with a tablet and a past..

Five years he waited. Five years, six months, and nine days. All this time Noah Sullivan waited for his childhood best friend, Braelynn White. They'd known each other since the second grade, all the way to sixth grade. Noah had grown a heavy crush on her, and believed that one day they'd be married. Then, suddenly, one day... She was gone. She left him with nothing, but the look he got the day she left haunted him forever. He still loved her, and waited for her return. He tried looking her up, and found no results. No number, no address, no social media-nothing. She literally disappeared. With junior year starting soon, he knew he'd have to soon let it go otherwise he'd fail school. He had already been held back for bad grades, he couldn't let a simple person that probably forgot him drag him down. He thought it'd be a hard journey without Braelynn, and he didn't think he could let go... Until he met Braden Les. Though he thought he was always straight, Braden had made him question his sexuality. Does Noah leave Braelynn behind him and go to lead his life with Braden, or does he keep his pathetic crush to his childhood friend? - Uploads every Friday or Saturday. Original plot-line by kingdaddy_ Trigger Warnings: Suicide, maturity, sexual references, intercourse, mild language. Maturity ratings for ages 14+. Cover art isn't mine.

me documenting my transgender transition!!

TW: Transphobia, abuse, racism, homophobia, suicide, self-harm, depression, anxiety. An essay on Non-binary identities. I wrote this for uni, but I think this piece is quite good, not to brag too much. I loved writing about it, and I got a 8,5 out of 10, so let me know if you would agree with that grade haha.

This is a collection of roughly 1,000 word shorts. All these are LGBTQ kids and some of these are true stories that either me or someone I know has experienced. If you have an experience you would like to share please message me and I will write it for you. Not all of these are sad, but someone of them are.