Then I saw my brother enter in looking good in his scruffily jeans, sneakers, red sweat shirt with a Star Fleet Engineering logo and his Letterman Jacket.

"BRO!" I yelled as he caught me in a bear hug.

He wasted no time in dialing "911" for me, getting the Bay City Police out along with an ambulance from Bay City Memorial Hospital while I literally crashed in the Employee Lounge as my adrenalin fueled panic left me shaking in withdrawal.

Culture Clash

By

Julie O

Following a heated cultural discussion in a college class Marshall Graham is plunged into one nightmare after another.
Note: The idea for this story is based on real life events.
 

My story begins on spring day just after my 30th birthday. I learned when I was still a teenager that I was transvestite and had long since come to except it. I also new that I never intended to leave home cross-dressed. I was way too much of a coward to go out in public, not that I couldn't pass for a woman. I had always watched my weight and kept my hair long. I couldn't get into wigs, I wanted to be more real, My legs were ok and I kept my body hair shaved. I even used moisturizer on my face and body lotion to look a little softer. I thinned my brows a little and used a little peroxide to lighten them so I could redo them with a eyebrow pencil. Nothing to give me away though, no one knew about my girlie secret.