Is Riley From Inside Out Transgender Novels & Stories

"In a hockey dorm? That’s a good one. What’s the matter, Ryan? Afraid we'll see your birthmark?" "Leave him alone, Jax," Miller said, though he was grinning. "I'm just curious," Jax said. "Because I’ve never seen a guy so afraid of a locker room shower. It’s almost like you’re not who you say you are." Riley stood up, her chair screeching against the tile floor. "I’m done." She walked out without looking back. She didn't stop until she was outside, the cold night air hitting her face. She leaned against a brick wall, trying to breathe.

Riley said, and his voice was flat and tired in a way that was nothing like the easy-going guy I remembered from senior year. I was having trouble reconciling this serious, haunted version of Riley with the person who used to steal my clipboard during team meetings and who had been the only guy brave enough to ask me to prom when everyone else was too intimidated by my reputation. “Christina was nineteen, pre-med student at Portland State, straight A’s, the whole perfect daughter thing,” Riley continued, staring at his hands instead of looking at any of us. “ Naomi was staring at Riley like she’d never seen him before, which was fair because this version of him was nothing the guy we’d known

“We both know you’re not the one she wants.” “You’re wrong,” Riley murmured, his voice quiet as usual but cutting, his eyes gleaming with conviction. “She does want me - she wants Riley.” Ryan let out a harsh, humorless laugh. “Hah! Why do you suddenly care so little about how this makes me feel?” Riley’s smile sharpened. “Did you ever bother to check how I felt before taking over my identity?” “I was only protecting you, idiot!” Ryan growled. His voice bellowed with emotion he couldn’t hide. “I gave you a social life in that school!”

“Seriously. You didn’t have to do that.” Jaden waved me off. “Babe, please. The day I let Kathleen Turner talk to you like that is the day I turn in my gay card and become straight. Which is never happening.” Riley snorted. “Facts. People like her need to be put in their place.” “Yeah,” I said, smiling for real this time. “Thanks anyway.”

"The Companion agrees to present herself as grateful, devoted, and completely satisfied with the Client's treatment at all times, regardless of personal feelings." Brett ends his call and moves to sit beside me. "Riley, stop reading that." "I can't stop. In thirty minutes, the entire world is going to hear these clauses and watch footage of me obeying them." I look up at him. "They're going to see exactly what you turned me into." "They're going to see what I thought I wanted. But they'll also see what actually happened—that you transformed me into someone worthy of your love." "Will they? Or will they just see a powerful man systematically breaking down a desperate woman until she was too d

And right as I walked into view, she stopped whatever she was saying to Killian, looked me up and down like a horny construction worker, and wolf-whistled. “Hell yeah – that’s what I’m talkin’ about! What’d ya bring me there, Ryan? Momma likee!” I might have forgotten to mention this, but Riley Wojtalik was a lesbian. She was quite open and very aggressive about it. The stories of her hitting on female fans and taking them back to her room for the night were legion. Gay, bi, straight, didn’t matter. Riley was an equal opportunity horndog. And apparently she was trying to make me her next conquest.

She fell silent, not sure of what to say. You know the only thing that beats me? It’s how a mere human like you won over Lucas.” Dolph shook his head and got to his feet. “It’s truly incredible.” At that moment, Riley wanted to reveal everything to him. She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t a human, that she did have a pack where she had been an omega and a prisoner. She wanted to spill it all, but she couldn’t find her voice and she just watched him walk away.

Both of them did not speak. They suddenly heard sounds coming from the door. Claire pulled Mrs. Carter out, smiling brightly. “Riley is back. You haven’t seen him for a long time either. He misses his aunt every day!” Mrs. Carter put on a fake smile and lowered her voice. “Why did he come back? It’s better to find a job abroad!” “Don’t you want to meet his girlfriend?” Riley smiled and went over. She looked at Riley, who was wearing a pink suit and smiling as he walked in. His hair was slicked back, his face was greasy, and his facial features were sunken.

The city outside was glowing in the distance, but inside this room, everything felt cold and heavy. I knew then that something inside Riley had shifted for good. This wasn’t just about losing Ethan anymore. This was about losing herself, and quietly deciding she didn’t care to find that same version again.

Too quiet. Riley fiddled with the zipper of her jacket. “You’re angry.” “No,” he said, eyes locked on the road. “I’m trying not to be.” “At me?” “At them,” he clarified. “For turning you into something without your consent. For chasing your sister. For using your family.” She swallowed. “You don’t think I’m... unnatural?” He shot her a look. “You’re stubborn, reckless, annoyingly sarcastic… and the most alive person I’ve ever met. You’re not unnatural. You’re you.”