Or how I turned into a fourteen-year-old boy
and found it really is never too late for a happy childhood
TGPlay allowed some of us to return to yesteryear in our chosen genders. I have the first year and a half only on paper. There followed nine more years, which are the original emails on my computer. I didn’t remember it went on so long, but people came and went, with most dropping out with no reason, as they grew out of those years or the need to relive them maybe. It ended being mostly Robyn and me anyway, and to this day we still work together on my books.
The first year or two we all played together, building on each other’s thoughts, many different story lines, some pages so well written, others only a short, awkward paragraph. Maybe my natural urge to have everything turn to sla
