Scene: Trellness

Hi, A guest post today from Su Pinder-Kup, a new wellness coach. Please keep in mind that SPK has a nonsense – sorry, no nonsense! – approach to exercise, that some readers may find a little frank. Just make sure little Frank is tucked away safely and do your best. Hello everyone and welcome to the new trans specific exercise class: Trellness. We were going to call it Troga, but that’s actually a thing, so for legal reasons, I’ve had to pick a new name. For the record, this is absolutely not a marketing tactic by myself. Rather than create a video showing my incredible physique and amazing poise, I’d thought I’d be kind and provide written instructions for you […]

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Scene: Tagged

A gentleman of senior years sits behind a modern desk in a beautiful vintage office. There’s a knock at the door. Sir Gregory Hutt-Morton: Yes? Two men enter the room wearing finely tailored dark suits. One has a briefcase and both are wearing bowler hats and vintage sunglasses. Sir Gregory Hutt-Morton: I’m sorry, gentlemen, but I gave strict instructions that I would not be attending not funding the Little Hampton Steampunk faire. Lord Darkwing, the Unseen Menace of Curs and Laggards: If I may pop my hat on the stand… Terror of Rulers, Twister of Words and Policy: Steady, I think we’ve be read…. Gregory: By Lady Margaret’s iron knickers, you two hellspawn! Lord Darkwing: Greetings, Sir If You Don’t […]

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Script: Testing times

A number of mostly middle-aged women wait outside a meeting room. Inside, two people can be seen moving tables and chairs around. Karen: Oh, sorry I’m late everyone. Couldn’t park. Oh, what’s that on the door? Jenny: Hi Karen. We’ve not started yet, so you’re not late. Oh, that thing on the wall? It’s a Legitimiser. Karen: A what? Sarah: Hi Karen. I think it’s a… smartlock? A new thing that cheeks if you are allowed to enter the office spaces. Jenny: Apparently it keeps folk out who aren’t known to it. That and it’s linked to a camera and alarm system. Karen: Alarms and cameras? Good, no more riffraff spoiling things for us proper locals! I had to shoo […]

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Script: On the QT

Scene: a well lit identikit office bathroom. The door opens as a man enters. He’s carrying a large sports bag. Ralph: Afternoon, Jim. Alright, chap? Jim: Oh, y’know. Fair to shite. Ralph laughs. Jim: Here, be a pal and zip me up would you? Ralph draws the zip closed on the back of Jim’s dress. Ralph: This is lovely. You been exercising? Jim: Thanks, mate. Got it in the sale. Exercise? You do know me, right? Ralph: You couldn’t get into that Boden’s number before last month. You’ve lost weight. Jim: Aye, well, that’s the thing about infiltrating these women groups. You don’t half learn a few things. Self care for one, and I don’t mean blooming fashion and dieting. […]

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