Trans woman Stories

Today I am a pony girl, and will be ridden by Jenny. I don’t know Jenny that well and have only met her twice. She is my pal Liv’s girlfriend. Liv and I used to work together, and have been friends ever since, even though Liv got sacked for saying a colleague looked like a paedophile, because he did. I was annoyed with her about that. It’s not often one has genuine allies in the workplace and Liv was one of them. She is a...

My name is Alice Davis, an unusual eighteen-year-old girl with a rare body disorder, where I was born a girl but have the sex organs of a guy. I have breasts but didn't notice I had a dick until I hit puberty when I noticed what I thought was my clitoris was actually a penis. I know, sounds weird and confusing. My parents told me as soon as I hit puberty, I cried and felt like such a freak. I didn't mind it so much but wa...

Mitzi has started pimping me out to ‘solve people’s problems’. “You’re like Ms Wolf from that film,” she coos over the phone one afternoon in September when the weather can’t be arsed being anything at all and has settled on a humid drab grey like the soul of a hate-filled stockbroker. I allow one of those pauses that enable me to work out what the hell she’s on about. Then I get it. “From Pulp Fiction?” “Yes!” “That’s ve...

ONE I hear the music before I even arrive at Mitzi’s. It is dubstep, and I know this because I was at a club last week and asked the girl I was with what the hell we were listening to. She told me it was dubstep and I told her it was awful and she nodded, although we didn’t leave because we were drunk. You expect that sort of racket in a club in London; out in the sticks in Kent, it is so unexpected it seems surreal. Mitz...

He had been sitting in that little cove for far too long and the heat was starting to get to his head. He shouldn’t have been this close to shore in the first place but he was hoping to see his friend again, if only just to say hello.  He brushed his drying hair back from his eyes as he scanned the shoreline; still no sign of her anywhere. His heart sunk a little, it had been two weeks since he last saw her and he was beg...

Jackson soaked in the energy of the party, smiling, sitting quietly on a stool by the bar in the dining room. She watched birthday girl Vanessa, surrounded by friends and family, open gifts in her living room. She watched Vanessa beam as her hands tore through gold wrapping paper, then squeal once she revealed a model of a blue British police box. Something from a TV show she loved. Vanessa thanked her boyfriend Jeff sitt...