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Hi guys We all know that DA rules and restrictions can be pain in the ass sometimes. Those who are drawing, have HF for posting works not allowed here. But how about writers? I'd like to reccomend you some sites when you can post your works without fear that someone will delete them. Of course, feel free to share those sites I don't know about. Fictionmania - www.fictionmania.tv/ Biggest and one of the oldest archives of TG stories in the web. All counts, you don't even have to register there to add your stories. Since it's site dedicated to TG stuff only, there's huge chance for feedback there. They accept stories with pictures as well. Adult Fanfiction Net - www.adultfanfiction.net/ Biggest site dedicated to erotic fanfiction - all counts there, there's a lot of stuff and some kind of community as well. Register is needed and adding new stories can be pain in the ass sometimes, but there are no restrictions at all. Fanfiction Net TG group - www.fanfiction.net/community/T… Collection of the most of the TG stuff posted at the biggest fanfiction archive ever. Archive on Your Own - archiveofourown.org/ New site, dedicated for all writers. It acceptes everything, but you need to ask for invitation and wait, probably 2-5 days for being accepted. TG Story Time - www.tgstorytime.com/ Young archive of TG fiction, well designed, but needs register. You can post stories with pictures, but explict images aren't accepted. Smashwords - www.smashwords.com Great site for those of you who likes to write longer things and publish them as ebooks. They let you publish your works for free or to sell them for money. Big Closet - bigclosetr.us Not as old and big as Fictionmania, but also good archive of TG stories. Needs register to publish your own works. Sapphire's TG Fiction Archive - www.sapphireplace.com/archive.… Oldest TG fiction site in the web, online since 1990. Updates are rare, but archive itself is hug and contains lot of rare stuff which you can't find at any other sites. Literotica - www.literotica.com/ One of the most popular sites with eroic fiction, contains also big number of TG works. Registraition is needed to post your own works, but you can comment as anonymous. Chyoo - www.chyoo.com/ Sister site of Literotica, also story-dedicated but it allows other users to add other threads expanding the story in a different direction, such as in a choose your own adventure book. Rachel's Heaven - Rachelshaven.com Big forum deidcated to whole TG stories, registration is needed to browse. TG Stories - www.tgstories.com/ Looks promising, but since it's pay site, I can't say much about it. But even previews of the stories posted there (mostly ilustrated) are worth watching. Anime Adventure - addventure.bast-enterprises.de… Another Choose your own adventure site, where you can write your own fanfics and others could expand them. Old and big, but also strict - writing skills are required there. Choose Your Own Change - www.cyoc.net/ Title says it all. TG_Fiction (Yahoo group) - groups.yahoo.com/adultconf?des… Absolutely open forum for posting TG fiction. Concentrates mainly on TG fiction, like title says but other types are accepted as well. MaskingWriter (Yahoo group) - groups.yahoo.com/adultconf?des… Primarily devoted to stories regarding masks, there many TG stories on here. Completely open to submissions! Ranma 1/2 Lemon Stories Archive - stfan.free.fr/ Biggest archive of erotic fanfiction from Ranma 1/2, so it contains lot of TG stuff. Sadly, last update was in 2009.

Save to the well known X-Change series, there's not much of the games that contains such stuff. But there are some really worth mentioning. The first and probably the best if the Trap Quest. It's a free dungeon crawl with LOT of naughty thing that might happend to the player. I also like Corruption of Champions a lot. Anyone knows any other games like that?
I noticed that there's a lot of stuff with the last year's cartoon "Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir" and the new season is about to start this year. I'm not much into the cartoons last times (more into anime), so if anyone here watched this series, can you tell is it worth watching?
Who is your favorite manga/anime/video game/cartoon/comics protagonist that should be gender bendered?
I totally fell in love with those girls. Aren't they lovely?

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Being a widowed mom is difficult enough. But things are especially challenging for Dani as she navigates life viewed through the twin prisms of self-doubt and unmerited shame as a transgender woman. Life might be kind to others, but that would be someone else's story...

Categories: Realistic Gender Change Characters: Male to Female, Adult (27-62 yrs)
Locale: Family Household Sexual Orientation: Does Not Change Story Type: Includes Images Story Theme: Everyday Living , Romance
Series: None
Chapters: 2 Completed: Completed Story
Word count: 17975 Read: 964
Published: 07/08/22 Updated: 07/08/22
Part One - Marta's Story Long ago In someone else's lifetime Someone with my name Who looked a lot like me Mainline Deli and General Store, Augusta, New Jersey, Mid-August, 2017... Dani had just finished cleaning both slicers and she looked up at the clock. 7:45 pm. There were almost never any customers looking for a sandwich or salads so soon to closing, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She noticed her reflection in the chrome-clad toaster on the counter as she finished cleaning. Shaking her head at the image while forgetting the distortion, she sighed again. Her relief was short-lived. “Excuse me?” Dani turned to find a slight looking person standing close to the meat case, eyes barely above the top. “Yes?” The person hesitated, prompting Dani to add, “Can I help you….uh…?” “Uh… it’s…” “Would you like something?” Dani hadn’t meant to be abrupt, but she nevertheless added, ‘Young man!” “Uh…My name is Marta.... Sigrúndóttir.” Her voice trailed off as she glanced down at the floor, leaving Dani looking around for a place to hide. “It’s….I mean, I get that all the time.” Marta pulled back the hood on her sweatshirt, revealing a dark-brown- haired tom-boyish looking girl, or so she appeared. “I’m sorry…we don’t get too many...” “Strangers?” Marta’s half smile added to the lifeline she threw to Dani. “OH…yes… strangers. ” “Uh…Will you be going to High Point in September?” Dani looked at the clock. 7:50. She grabbed a pad, but secretly hoped Marta would ask for a pre-made salad or sandwich; completely missing Marta’s nodding ‘yes.’ “How’s the tuna salad?” “Uh…Mostly gone and sitting there since around seven this morning. Ham and cheese okay?” Dani held up one of the sandwiches from the case; likely sitting around as long as the tuna salad. She wasn’t trying to be rude, but she had promised to pick up her daughter Kiera at her sister’s promptly at 8:30. “No…that’s okay. I can grab something up the street at the pizza place.” Marta turned to go, but Dani walked around from behind the case, attempting to wipe her hands with a towel. She went to greet Marta, but pulled back as she noticed her hands were still wet. Marta held up her hand close to her chest and waved, as if to say 'it's okay.' “What grade are you in?” Dani looked over Marta's shoulder, as if to see all the way to the school. “Junior year….” Marta half smiled. “I guess I’ll see you around,” she added as she walked out, laughing softly to herself. She ambled across the parking lot and climbed into her Wrangler, glad that she had left the top off. She started it up and looked into the rear view mirror to back up, but instead stared vacantly while frowning. After a few minutes she shook her head, “I teach Junior fucking English Literature and Composition….Why the fuck didn’t I just say I fucking teach English.” Marta looked once more at her reflection before gazing down at her flat chest. "Well, she got that right. What the fuck is someone 'like me' teaching English Lit in East Jabib?" She drew the hood of her sweatshirt back up as if to render appearance more suitable. “Oh fuck,” she murmured as she swung the Wrangler around. As she pulled out of the parking lot, she glanced once again at the mirror, which revealed the woman she had just talked to walking to her own car. As the image grew smaller, she grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the console, lighting it “I don’t even know her fucking name,” she said as she took a drag from the cigarette. Marta looked up past the roll bar to her right. With little ambient light, she noticed the sky was literally crowded with celestial light, but a saying inserted its way rudely into her thoughts. “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves,” which she completely missed in its context, allowing her to lapse into her lack of self-esteem to define the moment. “Oh fuck,” she said as she tossed the cigarette out of the Jeep; its red spark pretty much the only light in sight as the store grew small in her side mirror. She quickly glanced downward once again, but further below. “Well, it’s not like I know exactly what I want,” she sighed as tears streamed down her cheeks, prompting her to wipe her face with her right sleeve. “Oh fuck,’ she said, not as an expletive so much as a cry of surrender. She pulled into the darkened vacant lot about two miles from the store and parked the Jeep, turning off the lights, and leaving her practically bathed in starlight. Marta looked up at the sky once again before resting her head on the steering wheel as she sobbed; her cries occasionally interrupted with her condemnation of choice. “Oh fuck me….” Part Two - Dani's Story In a way It's someone else's story I don't see myself As taking part at all The home of Lisa Fernandez, an early afternoon in late August, 2017… Dani sat at Lisa’s kitchen table. Lisa walked in and sat down. “Kiera and Maria told to me to tell you that Kiera’s staying over,” Lisa said with a laugh and a shrug. “Well,” Dani said as she looked down the hallway to her niece’s room. “They are in charge." Lisa nodded. Two near-twin eleven-year-old cousins who asked for so very little merited at least a nod, even if their moms did indulge them now and then. Two military widows so to speak; single moms who still refused to lapse into self-pity. “Mommy wants to know when you’ll come by,” Lisa raised her left eyebrow ever so slightly in anticipation of Dani’s usual reply. “How about you take Kiera there when you and Maria go?” Dani looked away, expecting a rebuke. “Sure, Dee… You know…” “I know. She’s not ready. I get it. But after five years, Leesy? It hurts. After everything? ” “She loves you, Dee… She’s just set in her ways. And yes, I know that her telling me to tell you that she still loves you can’t make everything all better.” “It’s not like all this…” Dani paused and looked all around, as if to see outside and past time and space. “None of this was new…It only changed…” Dani gasped. After six years, the pain of widowhood still poked her heart at all-too-inopportune moments. “I get so confused about it all and then I feel guilty about Kiera. She doesn’t deserve this.” As if to compound her guilt, Dani patted her chest hard. “Stop that this instant. Kiera is so blessed, and if you quit beating yourself up, you’d know it. Hell. All I have to deal with is that Maria’s Dad decided he wanted to stay in Germany. He comes home more often now, so I’m only an Air Force widow through re-enlistment.” Lisa bit her lip and sighed, “Dani? Sis? You lost the love of your life.” “Kiera lost her mom, Leese…there’s no making up for that.” “She still has you, Dee. She lost Angela and that will never change…I get that.” “She should never have been over there. I….” “What? It was her choice to re-up. Thank God you came home or I’d be taking care of my niece on a permanent basis, and God knows I love her, but she’s your girl… You’re her mom.” “I…I know. It’s just…” “You look back and wonder if you chose the right path? Fuck, Dee. You chose that path even before Kiera was even born.” “I...I know. But between missing Angela and everything else?” “What does your therapist say? I know she never tells you anything, but what does she help you pull out of there?” Lisa leaned over and tapped Dani’s forehead. “I was already where I was at before we had Kiera, and Angela’s death didn’t change things.” Dani paused and looked down at her body. “But…” “But nothing. , Dee. You’re where you’re supposed to be and you’re who you’re supposed to be. And that’s that.” “I…I guess…” “I know, sis. I know . But I also know that being a widow makes everything difficult. It is absolutely fucking hard not to feel guilty. But you have done such a great job. You’ve hung in there. You just finished your last clinical, and come October you’ll be working full time at Newton General.” “I…I don’t know what I…what me and Kiera would have done if it weren’t for you and Maria… I feel like such a burden.” “Stop it, Dee. You have never been and never will be a burden to me.” She leaned closer again and gave Dani a quick hug. “Mom?” Maria called as she and Kiera walked down the hall toward the kitchen. Kiera waved and interjected. “Before you ask, Aunt Lisa, yes, we cleaned Maria’s room. We’re bored.” Maria nodded. “Hey…I’ve got an idea,” Lisa stood up and urged Dani to join her. “You’ve got the whole day off. I worked overnight at the hospital. It’s only what?” Lisa glanced at the kitchen clock. “Not even Two-thirty? Let’s get cleaned up and then we should all get our nails done?” Dani started to shake her head. Kiera walked over and rubbed Dani’s arm. “Please?” “Yeah, sis. Girl’s Day out.” Lisa said and she gestured for Maria to join in, “Oh, please, Aunt Dee?” “Yeah, please? Kiera repeated. Dani looked around, searching for a way out, and Kiera spoke again, adding one final word that sealed the deal. “Mommy?” Dani smiled at her daughter, feeling entirely convinced in the moment, entirely blessed and entirely unworthy, but nevertheless relented. “Okay.” “Can we…” Maria began to speak and Lisa waved her off, but added, “Yes we can go to Panera’s,” which earned cheers as the girls ran back to Maria’s room to get ready. Lisa stepped close to Dani and drew her into a hug. She kissed Dani’s ear and spoke softly. “I am so damned proud of you, Sis. Hang in there. Good things are coming.” She squeezed Dani’s shoulders before walking down the hall to her bedroom. The kitchen grew quiet and Dani walked to the table by the front door to grab her purse. She glanced sideways and noticed her reflection in the antique lead and crystal mirror over the table. In what seemed like a lifetime ago she had pretty much purged certain words from her vocabulary for the sake of her daughter. But some things we tell ourselves, even things we know aren’t true or helpful, still demand certain words. Dani stared at her reflection and had little strength to reach into her psychic toolbox to fend off the lies and just muttered under her breath, “Oh fuck me…” Yesterday A girl that I was fond of Finally could see The writing on the wall Meanwhile... not too far away... The curtains were drawn, allowing only a bit a privacy, since Marta’s undue shame seemed to glare at her like a searchlight on a watchtower. She lay back in the recliner; likely the only soft thing remaining in her life. She shook her head in disappointment. Looking at her body, she mostly knew that everything that still remained in and on her worked, so to speak, even if they didn’t cooperate. “Oh…” she whimpered at the thought of paying herself attention; however many number of attempts over the past few days, she had lost track. She surveyed the ink on her chest. It might be viewed as ornate and colorful and pretty, had it graced a canvas or a mural. But on her body, the beauty of what had been added still had yet to ease the lack underneath the art. “Fuck…” she gasped in frustration as she withdrew her hand from her sex. Nothing that her doctors were forced to take in haste was supposed to affect what remained. She grabbed the glass of Merlot and sipped it. “Ladylike,” she would repeatedly remind herself. No longer with womb, was she ever again to be ladylike? “Christ almighty, I look like a fucking boy….” She sat up and poured another glass of wine. Downing half of it, she placed the glass on the table before easing back down into the recliner. It’s been said many times that only men get off on visual clues. Certainly that’s not true, but Marta struggled with her body’s reluctance, and she found herself trying to see something. As much as the sex had been good between her and her ex-husband, his arrogance ruined any fantasy she might envision. She shook her head no and closed her eyes, but merely to try to hear instead of see. When was the last time someone said something nice and remotely erotic? Her ex had ceased proclaiming his love long before cancer stole his wife while leaving behind a barren pod person, he had complained. Further back or going forward, no words came to mind and she forced herself to access her visual catalog. Lesbian porn seemed so soulless. Anything romantic that flashed across her inner eye was mocking; hurtful. “FUCK…I hate myself…” She muttered. Reaching out almost blindly, she managed to knock over both glass and bottle, sending them both spilling onto the floor. She struggled to get up, but between her semi-stupor and the recliner refusing to cooperate, she fell back. The darkness that had only a short while ago been protecting now seemed to reinforce her loneliness. In the quiet, a soft voice seemed to speak to her lack somehow. Unfamiliar yet inviting. Friendly if completely blind. “Can I help you?” That the question ended assuming who she was, somehow the voice still pulled feelings out of her that were long presumed dead. The face matching the voice swept across the darkness. Perhaps it was the wine? Perhaps it was the need to be known? She touched herself; tentative at first, but probing and petting. Her left hand caressed her chest, almost as if the feelings came from a ghost breast that remained connected to her being. “Fuck oh fuck…” The face leaned closer; kissing her neck. Licking her ear. Wiping away her tears with a gentle tongue. Lips that drank in her person. Savoring. Luxuriating “FUCK…” She was silent but the intensity of the emotion screamed in her head, while all along whispering to her heart. Her hips rose to accept the attention of her hand and she sobbed in relief as she came. Slowly she eased back down and turned her head to the side, “We don’t get too many strangers.” She recalled. Marta remembered or at least hoped it was true that the voice did not quite fit the awkward words. And just maybe the face might not be as pretty as she remembered, but pretty in one way or another to recall through much more than a passing thought. “Oh….” Marta moaned; her euphoria waned once more with regret and even some guilt, as she said aloud, “I don’t even know her name,” her words almost pausing for effect like an artillery round, the guilt and shame hit its intended target as she said much louder, “I don’t even know her fucking name.” Her denouement ended with her rolling on her side, pulling into a
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