One of the other girls was designing an outfit that had an armored
breastplate. She'd designed it with the typical armored cups for her
breasts.
This lead to a long lecture from Mrs. Ryan.
Seems that this is a horribly bad idea. She explained that
doing it that way means that a strong impact on your chest gets focused
into the area between the cups. Which can lead to a shattered sternum
or worse.
So even if it looks funny, the "uniboob" look is safer.
Costuming class was a bit odd at first, but what the heck. It wasn't
that hard. And I could use an "easy" class or two.
I went with the skintight bodysuit as a base. With strategic
reinforcing. After one of the other kids let slip something about the
combat finals, I got serious about reinforcing things and making sure I
could still move well while getting some protection.
Plus, it'll be easy to hide under a lot of my clothes.
When my mother died and my father, someone that I had never met in my life, proposed to take me in, I actually believed that I was going to live with him. That of course wasn’t going to happen. That man, without even meeting me once, was sending me to a boarding school - a boarding school that apparently didn’t even know my name or gender, because in the letter they sent me to tell me I was accepted, they kept referring me as Miss Brooke Falconer.
That was completely ridiculous, I mean, I was Brook Woods, a tough (yet slightly short) guy!
Me/Chris 8-year-old boy
Miley 5-year-old evil little sister
Heather 14-year-old big sister
Karen 3-year-old baby sister
Mommy/Linda 35-years-old looks like she is barely 21
Amy 5-year-old girl from next door
Andy 5-year-old boy, twin to Amy
Ms. Tina Amy & Andy’s mom
“Our sources indicate that many humans whose gender identity does not
match their biological sex have denied this in order to avoid shame
or social stigma. Is this the reason you assert that you are a guy?”
“No! I’m cool with transgender people. I’m just not one of them. Or
I wasn’t until you changed me.”
“We apologize. We thought we understood how to tell male from female
humans, but we were mistaken. We must do further research.”
Liam knew where his life was going, or so he thought until an incident at football practice turns into his worst nightmare. And the fun is only beginning.
I want to thank Maggie Finson and all the other authors for creating the Whateley Universe. This story is Fan-fiction and may not conform to Canon rules or timelines. I am only playing in their sandbox. I also want to thank Connected for all the editing work put in to turn my scratchings into a readable story.
Please note that all of the categories checked do not apply to all chapters. My goal is to post a new chapter weekly as I have written several ahead with publication pending a final grammar check.
Okay, as the story is nearing its end over on TG Storytime, I've decided to just cut down to one week between chapter bundles here. This way, you guys will likely get the story's final chapter at the same time the TG Storytime folks do! Yay!
Principal’s office the morning of the first day officially declared ”Summer” by the school.
A tomboyish girl in black shorts and a red shirt tussled hair and scabs on her knees sits in one chair and in another we have a thin delicate boy with longish blond hair dressed in a red shirt and very nice long black trousers.
Garia finally welcomes all those who had traveled down to
the capital from Blackstone. The customary feast of Spring Dawning is observed, during
which an important announcement is made. The next day several
members of House Blackstone are married, giving Garia a foretaste of
her own wedding which is to follow.
By Emma Finn
A wealthy man finds himself lost in the dark town of Barton, but when he stops to ask directions he finds himself going down a spiral stair that changes him into a little girl. Now he really is in trouble as the mad denizens of Barton close in to trap him there forever.
Warning: This is very dark.
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I had the awful sense that I’d forgotten something important and that made the fact I was lost even worse.
Atalanta clears up a misunderstanding and answers some questions. Meanwhile Mrs. Carson reaches out to learn all she can about Atalanta and makes her plans. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
“Double turn!” The teacher yells, and I comply, pirouetting twice on my right leg. “Point your back leg… And pose!” I throw my arms up in the air and grin widely as the music finishes, earning- alone with Nicole on my left, and Suriya on my right- a rapturous round of applause from the assembled students.
Ted was a normal teen, inseventh grade, but he was mid understood everywhere by everyone. Day after day he felt sad. Expecually after rejections. But his dog was always there for him. It was mid school year, and after lots of thinking Ted relized, he would fit in better with the girls. He was friends with most anyway. So on his birthday, as he blew out his candles, he wished that he could be a girl with everyone knowing him as one. It was his way for a new start.
I awoke the next morning to the feel of the satin hem of the nightdress against my silky waxed legs. Not a bad feeling I thought. What was I thinking?
I got up and looked at myself in my bedroom mirror. What stared back at me shocked me to the core. A teenage girl of about 16 years old looking cute in a purple satin nightdress that just reached her knees. My hair up in tight curlers covered by a black hairnet and my eyes black from where I hadn’t fully removed the mascara the night before.
Twenty years! It’s hard to believe that much time has gone by since I limped out of Grover Cleveland High, at the bottom of my class, prospects zero. My sole achievement was the dubious designation as Class Clown, in recognition of outrageous pranks which got me suspended twice and almost expelled. The last, which nearly ruined the senior prom for everyone, featured me disguised as a girl in a long halter gown. More on that later.
We'd barely gotten on the bus when my phone and Chris's started going
off.
I grabbed mine and I had a text from Sally. "Looking hot
bro!" with an attached pic. I pulled up the photo.
Oh god. It was me in the hall outside English, right after Chris had
given me that kiss and hug. My shorts had been a lot tighter than I
thought after that kiss. My cock looked huge and my boobs were
prominent as well. Looked like my nipples were hard enough to cut
glass, even through the top.
I texted back "Where did you get that?"
Sally's response was "you're all over Facebook and Tumblr"
"I'm doomed."
Chris looked up from her phone.
"Somebody told you about the posts?"
I just backed up a bit and showed her the pic.
"My sister sent me that."
"Wow. That looks better than you did before I kissed you."
"Not helping."
"I wonder if the pic is good enough to blow up to poster size?"
"Really not helping."
"Aww. You'd look great on my bedroom wall."
"Yeah right up until your mom & dad see it. Then I'm dead and
you'll be grounded for life."
Chris gave it some thought. "Nah, probably only grounded until
college."
I made a face. "I'll still be dead though."
"Dad wouldn't do that. He'd probably just maim you a little."
Sand Dollars’ next mission becomes personal for Alex- the result requiring the Empress to reveal herself. Some members of Alex’ crew finally realize their gifts and one in particular proves her metal on a special mission.
I meant to post this chapter Friday but I was sidetracked writing the sequel. I tend to immerse myself in my writing and it takes me time to emerge from it and dry off. And I do want to thank Bill for his encouragement and editing book one and Ashleigh for her editing this sequel.
Atalanta is tested for her powers and the results are mixed and surprising. She also reveals her code-name and drops a bombshell on Bardue and Nikki.
A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?
The corpse was on the street, and it wasn’t my fault.
My journey started well enough. I managed to catch an angkot despite being around midnight, and after some fumbling, I managed to explain to the driver that I planned to go to Panggung street - I just moved, so I didn’t know the street name of my new house. Afterward, there’s really nothing to note. I read my book, the driver drove the car, and all’s right with the world.
A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?
At the age of thirteen, Bailey was forced to absorb a life-altering change.
Now, after spending a year at her aunt's, Bailey returns home to attend high school.
Things get complicated as she deals with old and new friends, crushes, school,
and the scars her stepfather left.
A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?
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