Jill Writes

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I'm a trans lesbian, a mom, an amateur writer of trans-centric fiction, and an avid player/gm of tabletop roleplaying games. Get Just super: Retconned here: https://justsuper.net/works/retconned

She didn’t walk directly toward our target, but I didn’t think she was trying to be subtle. As she walked, she brushed by two of the men who I’d noticed her look at while she was scanning the room. I didn’t see any immediate fallout from these brief contacts, but I had no doubt something would come of them. She passed within a foot of the man who was destined to become a god in a day and a half, but didn’t touch him. She then made her way back to Finn and me, taking a meandering path to do so. The only thing I saw her do, other than walk, in her entire circuit around the room, was slide a phone sitting on a table about eight inches to the right. No one else noticed, as far as I could tell. “We should go.” Tiff didn’t slow down as she passed us, heading for the door. Finn and I shared a glance, then followed. As we walked out the door I heard a shouted “Hey!” and something about a phone. Tiff put her hands on the small of Finn’s and my backs to hurry us along. A resounding CRASH came from the pub as we reached the car. A moment later, a chair came flying through the pub’s window with a spray of glass. “What exactly did you do!?” Finn sounds angry. Tiff holds up a hand. “No, no. It’s fine. B is going to end up with a broken arm and three broken fingers—” Finn starts to speak, still looking angry, but Tiff plows on ahead. “—which just so happen to match the injuries that his girlfriend reported a month and a half ago from ‘falling down the stairs.’”
A chart with sales percentages by distributor for Retconned. Data follows Retconned Sales 2026/06/05 - 2026/07/16 Snapshot Distributor Overall % eBook % Paperback % KDP 51% 42% 71% Itch 21% 30% 0% Ingram Spark 9% 0% 29% Kobo 7% 11% 0% Apple Books 12% 18% 0%
A snippet from my WIP "Awakened". The text is: Tink: Do you have a few minutes to talk? Me: Sure. Phone or irl? I hear a rapping noise from my bottom nightstand drawer. Really, Tink? I glance at myself and my room, decide everything is presentable, and slide open the drawer. The instant the gap is wide enough, Tink launches herself into the air and makes two quick circles around the room before alighting on the back of my desk chair. Once there she stretches her entire upper body, wings included, as if she’s been cramped in a small space all day. She’s adorable. “You know,” I say, “this makes me feel like your jailer—like I keep you locked up in dragon-girl prison all day.” She tilts her head and gives me a puzzled look. “But I wasn’t in there until a minute or so ago.” “I know, but—” This is probably not what she wanted to talk about. “Never mind. What was it you wanted to talk about?” She pulls her wings in and wraps them tightly around herself, not quite hiding her face. How does she already have body language for this body she’s inhabited for maybe a couple of hours, total?
The front cover of the book “Retconned.” It shows a locker room with pink cinderblock walls. The front cover has graffiti of an upraised forearm and fist, with the forearm bearing an arcane mark. Part of the mark is obscured or replaced by a panic button.
A screenshot of text, reading: She lands with surprising grace, then spins around, taking in her surroundings in the light of the phone screen. She stops motionless when she comes face-to-face with her reflection in my makeup mirror. Her expression flashes through confusion, awe, and delight, then through them all again. She reaches her hand up slowly, like she’s in a trance, and traces her jawline. Then she traces the curls of her horns. Suddenly her wings, which have been held tightly against her back, unfurl to their glorious full ten-inch span. A happy laugh, not as high-pitched as my spoilsport biology teacher at The School would have led me to believe would emerge from a being of such size, comes bubbling out of the girl. I can’t help it, I laugh, too. The dragon girl spins around, sees me in the dim light of the phone’s screen, and freezes. An instant later it topples, inanimate, onto the surface of the desk.
A blonde woman in a green t shirt standing in front of the Fremont troll
A video clip from the movie everything Everywhere All at Once in which Evelyn flickers between her various selves across the multiverse
The cover of the book retconned. It shows a locker room with pink cinderblock walls. The front cover has graffiti of an uprise forearm and fist, with the forearm bearing an arcane mark. Part of the mark is obscured or replaced by a panic button. The back cover features a tattered poster taped to the wall. the poster has the following text: "Frank Doyle was going places. As the only sophomore on his high school’s varsity baseball team, he had it all—popularity, an all but certain scholarship, a future. He was somebody. Then he got marked, and lost it all. Sure, the mark gave him the power to teleport (sort of), but it meant he couldn't play baseball, or any other sport. It meant he didn't fit in. It meant he had to transfer to The School where he was just another kid with a power—a nobody. Now he’s got no real friends and no real future, and for the last year and a half, he’s been making that everyone else’s problem. When a stunt gone wrong leaves him trapped in a form that he knows he should hate, his attempts to prove that he hasn’t really changed leave him stranded with his worst enemy, far from home. Frank will have to choose between clinging to an identity that never really fit, or facing the consequences, and the future, as herself."
A photo of a book shelf, highlighting a copy of Just Super: Retconned by Jill Rose.
An ogle cartoon in which a crow is very concerned that it is late for court, but realizes at the last moment that he is not a lawyer.
The cover of Just Super: Retconned. It's a mural of an upraised arm, clenched in a fist, with an arcane mark adorning the forearm. The mural is in a locker room, and part of the arcane mark is replaced with a large red button labeled "Emergency Only"
On the left, forty-eight year old Jill, still presenting male. She's wearing a blue flannel open over a t-shirt, and jeans. On the right she is fifty-six, and wearing the same blue flannel open over a blue sports bra. She's also wearing jeans. She looks considerably better on the right.
The cover of the They Might Be Giants album Apollo 18. It shows a giant squid attacking a whale in outer space, while a lunar module floats nearby.
The original movie poster for Jaws. It portrays a huge shark coming up under a woman swimming, as if to devour her.
Jill in a black dress, in front of a wooden chest
The cover of the STWL fall bundle. It is a picture of a porcelain mask wearing a black lace domino mask, with the following text overlaid: The Secret Trans Writing Lair Presents Costumes and Masks Autumn 2025
A background of t-shirt fabric with a stick-on name tag with "Guy" in quotes. Beneath name tag is the title, "Costume".
A picture of Murderbot with the caption "I"m joining the war on autism on the side of autism"
A book cover, featuring a joker-like playing card with the word TIFF replacing the word joker, and a purple haired woman dressed as a showgirl/stage magician instead of the joker image. The book is titled "TIVT"
Jill, wearing black framed glasses and a pink tshirt
A woman with variegated hair wearing glasses and a red shirt
A woman in a blue shirt. She is wearing a stylized dragonfly necklace.