Well, this poem was written in response to an inadvertent challenge by
sweetie(no names...:).  The way I see it, this poem can fit into all
my stories to date...so don't judge it too harshly.

Ranko's Song

I wake up, screaming,
Never believing,
Hoping my dream was wrong.
I breathe in deeply,
Trying, completely,
Wishing my dream was wrong.

I look down and shudder,
Wishing, another,
Hoping my eyes see not true.
I reach up and feel,
Hoping not real,
Knowing my eyes did see true.

My breast sore, completely,
My clothes tight, definitely,
I wish that my dream was wrong.
I remember being boy,
Not just a ploy,
I know that my dream is not wrong.

My stomach, all bloated,
I hear snoring, deep throated,
A kick tells me my dream is true.
I break down and cry,
Only I know why,
I'm a boy having a baby, it's true.

My "husband" wakes up,
Hands me a cup,
And says, "Go to sleep, my dear.
It's the middle of the night,
No need for a fright,"
I fall asleep against Akane, less fear.

(c) Apr. 29, 1997, Colin Hidson.

Shadow Dancer
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*****
Imagination is a Pegasus,
Wild and free,
Never to be tethered,
Tamed by you or me.
    (C)1997, Shadow Dancer.