She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.I am important to her. She comes and goes.Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.I... me, she has drowned a young girl, and in me, an old womanRises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish."Mirror" By Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)"Where am I? It is so dark! Why is it so dark? And, that voice! Mon Dieu! Who is that, that voice ... so harsh, so ugly, so full of hate! Wait, I know that voice, oh no!"Christine shuffled carefully. I wish there were time to explain. You're in danger. You have to come with me now."The woman reached out a hand, touched his face gently, timidly, as if he would disappear because of her actions. He covered her hand with his, pressing it to his flesh, indulging in the petal-soft sensation of her fingers. She moaned softly before her arms flew about his neck, clasping him in a fierce hug. A savage growl exploding from his chest, Niko wrapped himself around her, crushing her against him until she. "I like The Anonymous Bastard's version of the shortest TG story everwritten: 'He became she.'"Since my PhD research was into 'Short TG stories' I, naturally, spentsome time discovering the life and writings of Anonymous Bastard, Ihope, perhaps, that other readers may enjoy a brief sojourn whilst Iexplore the shortest of the short TG stories genre. But before I do, letme tell you a little about the person that is - Anonymous Bastard.Anonymous or `Nony - as his friends call him - is today. Let me know if you want more of this cunt and if your friends do also. It is cash and they get thirty minutes with my sweet whore. She loves to fuck. He then put her coat on her and took her to his car. He told her how much money she could earn fucking the men for him. He liked that she was a great little whore. The next month he took her out three nights a week to more men. When she wasn't fucking for money he fucked her. The most money he made was when he pimped her out to six football.