Molting TG ARDay 1Molting TG AR by TGfascinated
They've given me the injections. So, for the next 24 hours, I wait to molt. Every 24 hours my body will shed its skin (more on that in a minute) and I come one step closer to who I'm supposed to be.
I will have to molt 8 times to get to the approximate age I want to be. They can't guarantee my exact age when this is done, but I'm aiming for ten. I want to be ten again, and this time I want to be a pretty girl.
Today I am 5'8", 165lbs and hating myself. I have to wear a hospital gown each day since I'm going to change every day.
I'm told that each day my body will push all its unwanted tissue and cells (skin, tissue, muscle, bone, cartilage, etc.) out through the skin. When I wake up each morning, I will feel like I'm in a rubber suit (or so I'm told) and the nursing staff will help me out of it. I am to understand that this is messy process. Then I get my next injection and live one day in a slightly changed body. Every da
Composition, a TG AR storySeptember 22, 2002Composition, a TG AR story by TGfascinated
I sat on the park bench that day, hoping that meeting Jimmy in public would spare me my life. Not that the family hadn't pulled off broad daylight assassinations before, but it was something they preferred not to do.
Jimmy sat down on the bench a foot or two from me. He looked in the other direction like he was waiting for someone else, but the words he spoke were for me.
"Nice choice, Scotch." I wasn't Scottish, or Irish, but my reddish brown hair had gotten me the nickname. "You knew better than to run, and you knew to keep it public. That's a point in your favor."
"I'm being graded?"
Jimmy took out a cigarette, lit it, took a good solid pull on it and blew the smoke out away from me. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees and looked down at the ground. "Yeah, kid. You did a lot of good things for the family. You brought us into this century with your computer skills."
That was an understatem
To Teach, To Learn TG AR Part 5To make this all work out, Jon had to be back to being Jon by 4 or 5 in the morning, and Amy had to assume her new identity by that time as well. They wasted no time moving forward with the plan.To Teach, To Learn TG AR Part 5 by TGfascinated
Since Amy had the biggest hands at the moment, she did Jon's injection and then her own. Jon had already changed back into his original men's dress shirt, and then once he was on the couch he put his legs inside his boxers and dress pants.
He had offered his girl skirt outfit to Amy, but Brandon girl took it. "She's going to be younger. And she's going to be a boy. But this outfit will look so cute on me!"
"You're going to be a boy?" Jon asked Amy as she did his injection.
"I was raised like a boy, except when cleaning, cooking and laundry were needed. Then, I was the girl of the house. Figured I'd give being a boy a try. Never liked being a girl all that much."
With Jon laid out on the couch and Amy sprawled on the floor with couch cushions, both essentially paralyzed for four hou
Little Broken BirdI worry too much.Little Broken Bird by LilahOnTheRoof
Too much for you to even know.
I walk clumsily next to you,
Tripping over my own feet
and letting gravity sway me back and forth.
My fingers slide gently through my hair as I smile stupidly at you.
You just look down.
I try the same and watch the concrete move slowly past me,
Pebbles race each other and I wonder why they are in such a hurry.
I look up again and you are still in the same position.
I start to worry.
worryworryworry, I think.
can'taskhim, I think.
You finally look up,
and then adjust your eyes back down again to look at me.
I expect you to grin like you always do,
Say, "Nothing babe",
and keep walking.
I am wrong a lot.
Your face seems to contort into a scowl.
"Its just.. not important."
I feel my heart shatter, and I look at the pebbles again.
Help me..., I whisper silently to them;
but they continue playing their reversed game of tag.
"Tell me please", I say aloud; maybe to soft