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Y’all! I wasn’t sure if I was going to even try this year. I have so much going on. But I decided to just give it a shot. I’m very excited to share this with y’all. Remember, it’s very rough! Because, of course it is!!!!

The MCs are a transgender man and the husband he left to be able to make his transition. This takes place in England in the 1920s. This isn’t the era I usually write in, so it will be fun! I’ll be writing lots of notes for later research for myself.

If you want to be in the taglist for updates, let me know. I’m posting here first, but will move all further updates to @daniwritessometimes.

So, without further ado:

1920s

Phillip picked up the phone. He had used it to talk with Susan exactly once when he had settled into the rooms he was letting for the month. He was in pain and could barely raise his hand enough to place the receiver [look up phones] to his ear.

He gave the information to the operator and waited for the connection. It was just across London. God, it felt like forever. It had only been five years.

When the line connected, it was answered by Anthony. “Yes, hello?”

“I’d like to speak to Susan Osborne, please.” Phillip worked to keep his voice in the girlish range. He hated it.

“And who should I say in calling?”

Phillip let out a deep breath. “Pippa.”

“Pippa?”

Phillip heard a sharp, “That’s for me.”

“Pippa?” Anthony asked again.

“We’ll talk when I’m done.” Susan’s voice came through. “Hello, are you all right?”

“No.” He swallowed. He’d put off making this call for several days. But the discomfort was just too much. And he needed a familiar face now that he was home. “Can you come?”

“Give me the address and I’ll be right there.”