Transgender Fiction Novels & Stories

I'm not even sure how or when I let out the heavy sigh that escaped my lips. He's not coming. I sigh, looking down at my outfit that now looks ridiculous in my eyes----- I shouldn't have bothered with this. ... I should have known that people messaging you to fulfill your fantasies only happens in books. Sighing again, I stand up from my bed and bend down to take off my thong, pulling it off my leg and angrily tossing it at my wardrobe while walking towards it. Who knows if this was a set up? I think as I remove my lingerie and pull open my wardrobe, dumping it there and taking out a big t- shirt before closing the wardrobe back.

[sleepy eiycee: I’ll start referring to Raine as Xuiying from this point.] As days pass by, Raine at least knows that she has indeed transmigrated and is now a young lady named Qi Xiuying. She is now the second lady of a well-known family of merchants in the capital of the Feng empire. Today, her mother Xi Hui is accompanying her while embroidering. She felt loved as she heard her mother talk of their past, although those belong to the original owner of her current body.

To my surprise, Sylvia was also a transmigrator. Only, compared to Lydia, whose mind had been filled with scheming, chasing favors, and fighting other women for love, Sylvia simply wanted to become the finest member of her family and expand House Upton's mercantile reach. Only then did I understand. It turned out there were other transmigrators in this world too. Some lived for themselves, while others lived for other people. They had their own ideals and ambitions, as well as their own greed and desires. Sylvia said transmigrators were no different from the people here. They were merely ordinary people from another age.

It wasn't better that this was a fantasy world and the possibility of the riskiest thing in transmigration happening to one even higher. If she wasn't careful... she could possibly lose herself and her main identity in this job! The fact that there was a chance of her getting lost in this world with no memories or even fake ones while living as another person till the day she died! That was one of the most horrible risks of transmigration. 'Because in the end, no matter how great it is to be so many people at the same time, losing one's self in the process IS scary.' "Won't you hop on?"

"Can you tell me about these other memories? What life do they come from?" "A quieter life. Simpler. I was someone different. Someone gentler. Less... striking." Elara gestures at her face, at Raven's beauty. "You were someone else before the coma?" "I feel like I was. I know that does not make logical sense." "Logic is overrated when it comes to how we experience ourselves." Dr. Williams sets down her notebook. "Elara, I work with many people who feel disconnected from their bodies or their lives. Transgender individuals who lived in the wrong gender for years. Survivors of trauma who dissociated so deeply they created different selves to cope. People who experienced major life changes that

There was no doubt about it, she and the woman in the glass were one and the same. Amelia could still see her hazel eyes behind those of the green-eyed appealingly beautiful stranger, as if she was trapped inside. A terrified numbness settled over her. She was two people at once. But that was impossible, there had to be a logical explanation behind all this. She was dreaming! Yes, that was it, she'd never really awoken and left the bed. The disappearance of Alicia and Noah was also a dream. But as she continued to look at the glass, her own eyes faded and there were only those of her new self- wide, clear, and expressive.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

It had not been easy for me to pull myself through college, and I even landed an offer from a major company. But when I went for the physical examination, the results showed that I had been diagnosed with late-stage cancer. I watched the lab’s promised rewards climb from a hundred thousand dollars to a million dollars, then to ten million dollars. I eventually could not stop myself from signing up. “The main characters in this book share behavioral problems. We need you to transmigrate into the book and correct them. You only need to stay for a year, then you can come back.” I originally thought I only needed to hang out and joke around with a group of two-dimensional characters after transm

She didn't want to sound harsh, but frankly, they were in a tough time. "I know. That's why I also asked us to talk. There's something I wanted to ask." Flo said, agreeing. He didn't take her words as offensive because they were the truth. Flo's comment, "If you're really from a different dimension," piqued Aesthelia's interest."In what circumstances made you transmigrate into this world?" "It was really meant this way, I transmigrated here after reading a novel," Aesthelia said. Flo looked taken aback. The fact that they are fictional was something he never imagined. Aesthelia knows what he's thinking and will explain more later. The Multi-universe and so on.

This is a matter of the company and my reputation. Since Alexander is engaged to that woman, there’s no need to dig into him anymore. I bet she is only here because my presence threatened her position. But I'm not that type of woman. I would rather stay in my lane than push her buttons. I have experienced enough jealousy from others. They even caused me my death. My past—if that was even my real past. Huh! I don’t know anymore. It’s so confusing. Surely, I think I died and transmigrated to Alexander’s world and then went back here. Then it has to be real.