Tg fiction stories

 "Mom," Satya yelled, as he emerged from the bathroom wearing the thick, fluffy towel Alisha had left for him. "Come here! Please?" "Yes, honey," Alisha asked, hurrying into the room. She knew full well what was causing Satya's paniced yell. "Y-You have a dress laid out on the bed. Should I put it back into the closet? Or, um, d-do you... You don't expect me to wear it, do you?" "Well, I uh, I thought I... was hoping you might wear it for me. Would you like to wear it for me? Just do it for me once, please?" "Wear a dress? Me?" Satya asked. "Why? I'm a boy." "Well... I personally think you'd look lovely in it, if you would just give it a try. Just this one time before we get rid of all that girly stuff." "Oh? But do I have to?" Was Satya's question to her, but inside he was screaming, 'YES! YES! I'll wear it, and all the other things, too, if you'll just leave it al...

 Alisha Patel was surprised to see her foster home placement agent when she answered her door on Monday afternoon. "Ankita? Hi. You weren't supposed to be here until Thursday. What's up? More inspection work?" "Oh no, Mrs. Patel, this isn't the home inspection visit. We've completed that and your home is good to go. In fact, you passed with not one issue. We're very pleased to have you on board with us." Alisha breathed a sigh of relief; she had indeed felt she had passed the inspection with flying colors, but with state bureaucracies, you never knew. While her caseworker, Riya, an eager, young girl with a round face, and sparkling smile, had been encouraging, the home inspector who studied her ranch home in the urban working class neighborhood had been dour and grumpy. "Oh? That's wonderful. Come in," Alisha said, opening the door and stepping aside, still puzzled for the visit. "What brings you by today?" Ankita stepped ...