Who Is Lucas Ryker O'Riley?
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  • Reads 140,610
  • Votes 5,153
  • Parts 77
  • Time 6h 54m
Complete, First published Jun 28, 2015
Mature
This is the story of a child, born with both male and female genitalia, and raised as a boy for several practical reasons. As he grows into a young teen, keeping this secret from his brother and all of his friends, becomes increasingly difficult. 

Knowing that he has genitalia of both sexes, he struggles with lots of what if's and why's, and he wonders if this life as a male is what he wants or would he rather live as a girl. 

Add to his problems, the onset of puberty. Now a decision is needed before nature decides for him. 

Disclaimer and warning: Although this story starts out innocently as do most of our own life stories, as the story progresses, themes will shift  along with the possibility of mild sexual descriptions. This serves as your only warning.
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