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Lincoln2000
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Damn, sometimes I forget how much junk Nikkiiās got in the trunk lol.
This is a very revealing chapter. I think it's the first time Nikkii clearly states that she is no longer the man she used to be. Accepting the loss of her male identity is a huge step forward for her. It's really the only way she can accept her new body and personality and stop suffering because of the constant conflict between who she was and who she is becoming.
What I didn't see coming was her fierce rejection of Hutchinson's plan. I thought she had, at least to some extent, accepted her fate in the short term. But this actually makes more sense. That level of submission was never going to be sustainable for her. It's not who she was, nor who she is becoming.
I see her rejection of becoming "Nikkii" not as a rejection of her womanhood, but of the specific idea of womanhood that they are trying to impose on her. A submissive wife is not the woman Nikkii is going to grow into.
Likewise, I see her rejection of being Zack's girlfriend less as a rejection of the idea of dating Zack and more as a rejection of Hutchinson's definition of what a girlfriend should be. While the outside world sees them as boyfriend and girlfriend, the reality is that they aren't really a couple yet. The potential is there, the attraction is mutual, and they already care about each other, but we still haven't seen them behave like a true couple.
Notice that when Nikkii hears Zack call her "Nicole," she doesn't seem particularly bothered. In contrast, when Davis does it, she completely loses it. She can't stand the feminine and submissive identity they're trying to craft for her. What she rejects is not the idea of being a woman itself, but the role they're forcing her into.
That's my take, haha.
This is a very revealing chapter. I think it's the first time Nikkii clearly states that she is no longer the man she used to be. Accepting the loss of her male identity is a huge step forward for her. It's really the only way she can accept her new body and personality and stop suffering because of the constant conflict between who she was and who she is becoming.
What I didn't see coming was her fierce rejection of Hutchinson's plan. I thought she had, at least to some extent, accepted her fate in the short term. But this actually makes more sense. That level of submission was never going to be sustainable for her. It's not who she was, nor who she is becoming.
I see her rejection of becoming "Nikkii" not as a rejection of her womanhood, but of the specific idea of womanhood that they are trying to impose on her. A submissive wife is not the woman Nikkii is going to grow into.
Likewise, I see her rejection of being Zack's girlfriend less as a rejection of the idea of dating Zack and more as a rejection of Hutchinson's definition of what a girlfriend should be. While the outside world sees them as boyfriend and girlfriend, the reality is that they aren't really a couple yet. The potential is there, the attraction is mutual, and they already care about each other, but we still haven't seen them behave like a true couple.
Notice that when Nikkii hears Zack call her "Nicole," she doesn't seem particularly bothered. In contrast, when Davis does it, she completely loses it. She can't stand the feminine and submissive identity they're trying to craft for her. What she rejects is not the idea of being a woman itself, but the role they're forcing her into.
That's my take, haha.
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Abawell
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Jack & Jill - Phase 9, Part 40 - Penultimate Episode!
Emory:
Yep. This was supposed to be the finale. I genuinely, sincerely believed I could wrap Phase 9 in one more episode. I was wrong. I am a dope.
Part 40 clocks in at over 100 panels (not all of them new) but putting it all together made it clear that the ending I have in mind deserves space to breathe. I have a very specific final image and feeling for Phase 9, and cramming it in here would've... well, it would've sucked.
So. The ACTUAL finale will follow. But I don't want that to take too much away from this episode, because I'm proud of it! A lot happens. And I think it puts us in the right place for what comes next.
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Emory:
Yep. This was supposed to be the finale. I genuinely, sincerely believed I could wrap Phase 9 in one more episode. I was wrong. I am a dope.
Part 40 clocks in at over 100 panels (not all of them new) but putting it all together made it clear that the ending I have in mind deserves space to breathe. I have a very specific final image and feeling for Phase 9, and cramming it in here would've... well, it would've sucked.
So. The ACTUAL finale will follow. But I don't want that to take too much away from this episode, because I'm proud of it! A lot happens. And I think it puts us in the right place for what comes next.
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Abawell
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Yes, the last one !
messigoat1998
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When's homecoming coming back ?
Sam Emberlyn
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Jack & Jill - Phase 9 Finale
We're here! It's almost 90 pages... basically a quadruple episode. The biggest single release I've ever done for Jack & Jill, and yet it really doesn't feel like enough pages for everything these characters deserve.When I started writing Jack & Jill back in 2016, I was still going along with the story I'd told myself since I was a kid - that I was just a regular "boy" with a particular interest in gender-bender stories. But that didn't last very long once I actually started writing them.
I don't care how cheesy it sounds - these characters changed me. Or, I suppose, they helped me find what was already there. Either way, Jill's journey and mine have been intertwined in ways I never expected when I wrote that first page. These characters really do mean more to me than I can put into words.
This is not the end. Phase 10 is still to come - and it'll be the final phase. But reaching this point... I think part of me never really believed I'd get here. That I'd actually tell this much of the story, that people would actually care, that any of this would matter to anyone besides me.
But it does, because you're here - and I'm really glad you are.
I hope you love it.
Nippur
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Interesting reading from Emory Ahlberg in Patreon
After nine years of telling the stories of other characters, I figured it was time to tell you a little bit about my own.
I grew up in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. In retrospect, it was a great place to grow up. At the time? BORING. Like, spectacularly, achingly boring. Which turned out to be the best thing that could've happened to me, because my imagination had nowhere to go but everywhere. Star Trek, Star Wars, Battletech, Lord of the Ringsā¦ and D&D since I was 13 - always as the DM, always building worlds. I'm currently running a campaign that started eleven years ago with four girls and two guys at the table. It's now six girls - but all the same players. Make of that what you will.
I went to college in Boston. Specifically, Emerson College for a B.A. in Film Production - yes, just like Maya in Taylor Made. After graduating, I moved to Los Angeles and lived there for about fifteen years. I loved the sun, the food, the color of the sky at 7:30 p.m. in September. Every day was 72 and sunny, and I loved the feeling that every story in the world was happening somewhere in the city, maybe right under your nose, or behind the bathroom door of a coffee shop on La Brea, or in the silence between two cars at a red light on the 405. I loved the way time slowed down. Nobody warned me about that, really. They talk about traffic and earthquakes and rent, but not about the time. Honestly, my fifteen years in Los Angeles felt like sixty everywhere else.
Currently, Iām in Vermont. Itās a nice little state, although, sometimes, it gets lonely. Itās an old place. The houses lean in the wind. The floors creak under your feet. There are days when the air feels thick with memory, not all of it yours, and you start to wonder if youāve lived here before in some other life. Itās strange - and Iām thinking about moving back to Los Angeles.
I've been writing since I was about 12 years old. Filling notebooks (my first was a Jurassic Park fanfic) and writing novels that nobody ever saw because I was too afraid to show them to anyone. Later on, I worked an office job during the day that didnāt matter to anyone, myself included. At night, I came home and wrote. Eventually, I started creating "TG" caption stories and people actually seemed to enjoy them. That gave me the courage to try something bigger and so I taught myself Daz Studio. I wanted to bring my stories to visual life and I couldn't draw very well. (I've gotten better since then.) That's how Jack & Jill was born - I wanted to tell a feminization story that dealt more realistically with the psychology of what that experience would actually do to a person.
Of course, Iād tricked myself into believing that this interest in āgender-bending fictionā was just that - an interest, a curiosity, something separate from who I "really was." And then Holly showed up.
I think that's why she means so much to me. I love all of my characters, but Holly is the one who changed me. She's not as strong as Jill - that's kind of the point. But she's strong in her own way. Holly was actually more responsible for me rediscovering that I'm trans than Jill is, because Jill is the ideal. Jill is aspirational, a best-case scenario. Holly makes mistakes. Sheās messy. She doubts herself constantly - and not in a cutesy, sitcom-protagonist way, but in the āmaybe no one will ever really love meā way. She wants so badly to be good, and sheās terrified sheās not. She feels pain deeply, and she doesnāt always know what to do with it, so she makes jokes and tries to be cool, and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesnāt.
Also, like her, I was terrified of what it would mean to be a trans woman in the real world. I know that's trans 101. But Holly voiced and embodied all of those fears for me on the page, and writing her helped me face them in my own life. The difference is that I got out. I started transitioning around Phase 2 of J&J. Holly is - at the moment - still trapped, still terrified of who she'll be off the island. Maybe that will change with Phase 10.
Anyway, Iām rambling. I wanted to write all this - to sort of re-introduce myself - because being trans in the world right now is a kind of war. Our existence is political. Just living as we want / need to live is somehow a statement. Some days, I miss when fewer people knew about us. When we could just be. When nobody cared one way or another what you were. Or, if they did care, at least they kept it to themselves. Quiet disgust. The kind you could almost respect. Nobody yelling in your face at the grocery store. Nobody trying to outlaw your existence on a random Monday morning. You just lived. People got on with it.
Thatās not the world anymore. Something went wrong.
But, I think, the best antidote to that is not hiding or shrinking or apologizing. Itās showing up. Itās putting yourself, your face, your story, out there. Which is why I keep writing these ridiculous, heartfelt, sometimes erotic, sometimes awkward stories about people like me, or like you, or like the person you secretly wish you were when nobodyās looking. If anybody can read them and feel a little less alone - if even one person does - thatās worth more than any paycheck I could ever earn from my day job. For a few hours, a few thousand words at a time, we get to not be the only one of us in the universe. We get to be real.
I guess what Iām really saying is thank you.
I know, itās corny. Whatever. I donāt care. Thatās another thing about being trans - you get used to not caring what people think, or you learn to fake it. Iām not sure which Iām doing these days. Maybe both.
But on the dark days, your comments pull me out of it. The hearts and comments on posts give me a stupid big smile. You make me want to wake up and keep going, keep creating for you, for these characters we love together.
So, yeah, this is me. This is who I am: A trans woman who writes stories about transition and transformation and love and hate and redemption and loss and all the messy stuff in between that makes us human. Because thatās what I know, thatās what Iāve lived. And maybe, in some small way, telling these stories helps someone else out there whoās going through the same thing. Or maybe it just entertains you for a little while. And you know what? Thatās okay too.
Thank you for reading and letting me know youāre out there. For sharing this weird digital life together, even if youāre just here to see the pretty girls.
If you ever want to chat, my DMs are open.
P.S. The photo is my reaction to my friend Jade sending me Beaver Nuggets from Buc-ee's, which I'd never had before. Delicious! Nikki is a lucky girl.
After nine years of telling the stories of other characters, I figured it was time to tell you a little bit about my own.
I grew up in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. In retrospect, it was a great place to grow up. At the time? BORING. Like, spectacularly, achingly boring. Which turned out to be the best thing that could've happened to me, because my imagination had nowhere to go but everywhere. Star Trek, Star Wars, Battletech, Lord of the Ringsā¦ and D&D since I was 13 - always as the DM, always building worlds. I'm currently running a campaign that started eleven years ago with four girls and two guys at the table. It's now six girls - but all the same players. Make of that what you will.
I went to college in Boston. Specifically, Emerson College for a B.A. in Film Production - yes, just like Maya in Taylor Made. After graduating, I moved to Los Angeles and lived there for about fifteen years. I loved the sun, the food, the color of the sky at 7:30 p.m. in September. Every day was 72 and sunny, and I loved the feeling that every story in the world was happening somewhere in the city, maybe right under your nose, or behind the bathroom door of a coffee shop on La Brea, or in the silence between two cars at a red light on the 405. I loved the way time slowed down. Nobody warned me about that, really. They talk about traffic and earthquakes and rent, but not about the time. Honestly, my fifteen years in Los Angeles felt like sixty everywhere else.
Currently, Iām in Vermont. Itās a nice little state, although, sometimes, it gets lonely. Itās an old place. The houses lean in the wind. The floors creak under your feet. There are days when the air feels thick with memory, not all of it yours, and you start to wonder if youāve lived here before in some other life. Itās strange - and Iām thinking about moving back to Los Angeles.
I've been writing since I was about 12 years old. Filling notebooks (my first was a Jurassic Park fanfic) and writing novels that nobody ever saw because I was too afraid to show them to anyone. Later on, I worked an office job during the day that didnāt matter to anyone, myself included. At night, I came home and wrote. Eventually, I started creating "TG" caption stories and people actually seemed to enjoy them. That gave me the courage to try something bigger and so I taught myself Daz Studio. I wanted to bring my stories to visual life and I couldn't draw very well. (I've gotten better since then.) That's how Jack & Jill was born - I wanted to tell a feminization story that dealt more realistically with the psychology of what that experience would actually do to a person.
Of course, Iād tricked myself into believing that this interest in āgender-bending fictionā was just that - an interest, a curiosity, something separate from who I "really was." And then Holly showed up.
I think that's why she means so much to me. I love all of my characters, but Holly is the one who changed me. She's not as strong as Jill - that's kind of the point. But she's strong in her own way. Holly was actually more responsible for me rediscovering that I'm trans than Jill is, because Jill is the ideal. Jill is aspirational, a best-case scenario. Holly makes mistakes. Sheās messy. She doubts herself constantly - and not in a cutesy, sitcom-protagonist way, but in the āmaybe no one will ever really love meā way. She wants so badly to be good, and sheās terrified sheās not. She feels pain deeply, and she doesnāt always know what to do with it, so she makes jokes and tries to be cool, and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesnāt.
Also, like her, I was terrified of what it would mean to be a trans woman in the real world. I know that's trans 101. But Holly voiced and embodied all of those fears for me on the page, and writing her helped me face them in my own life. The difference is that I got out. I started transitioning around Phase 2 of J&J. Holly is - at the moment - still trapped, still terrified of who she'll be off the island. Maybe that will change with Phase 10.
Anyway, Iām rambling. I wanted to write all this - to sort of re-introduce myself - because being trans in the world right now is a kind of war. Our existence is political. Just living as we want / need to live is somehow a statement. Some days, I miss when fewer people knew about us. When we could just be. When nobody cared one way or another what you were. Or, if they did care, at least they kept it to themselves. Quiet disgust. The kind you could almost respect. Nobody yelling in your face at the grocery store. Nobody trying to outlaw your existence on a random Monday morning. You just lived. People got on with it.
Thatās not the world anymore. Something went wrong.
But, I think, the best antidote to that is not hiding or shrinking or apologizing. Itās showing up. Itās putting yourself, your face, your story, out there. Which is why I keep writing these ridiculous, heartfelt, sometimes erotic, sometimes awkward stories about people like me, or like you, or like the person you secretly wish you were when nobodyās looking. If anybody can read them and feel a little less alone - if even one person does - thatās worth more than any paycheck I could ever earn from my day job. For a few hours, a few thousand words at a time, we get to not be the only one of us in the universe. We get to be real.
I guess what Iām really saying is thank you.
I know, itās corny. Whatever. I donāt care. Thatās another thing about being trans - you get used to not caring what people think, or you learn to fake it. Iām not sure which Iām doing these days. Maybe both.
But on the dark days, your comments pull me out of it. The hearts and comments on posts give me a stupid big smile. You make me want to wake up and keep going, keep creating for you, for these characters we love together.
So, yeah, this is me. This is who I am: A trans woman who writes stories about transition and transformation and love and hate and redemption and loss and all the messy stuff in between that makes us human. Because thatās what I know, thatās what Iāve lived. And maybe, in some small way, telling these stories helps someone else out there whoās going through the same thing. Or maybe it just entertains you for a little while. And you know what? Thatās okay too.
Thank you for reading and letting me know youāre out there. For sharing this weird digital life together, even if youāre just here to see the pretty girls.
If you ever want to chat, my DMs are open.
P.S. The photo is my reaction to my friend Jade sending me Beaver Nuggets from Buc-ee's, which I'd never had before. Delicious! Nikki is a lucky girl.
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