Golden Locks And The Three Bear Sisters
Formally known as Goldilocks and The Three Bears

Players: Chuck, nicknamed Golden Locks for his curly blond hair; Sam, Chuck’s best friend; Paula Bear, Mona Bear and Brenda Bear also known in wrestling as the Bear Sisters.

Synopsis: Chuck is a huge fan of the huge sisters that wrestle as a tag team known as the Bear Sisters. A big enough fan to throw caution to the wind when he discovers they live near by. He missed a chance one night to get the top Brenda was wearing and tossed into the audience. He had another shot at getting one of those tops and took it. As it happens he also got her bottoms, shoes, socks and a pictures of him wearing them.

Sing a Healing Song, Chapter 5.

I’ll give my dad credit - after a moment of shock, he recovered nicely and listened to me recount my encounter without interrupting until I finished.

Then he sighed, and said, “I guess there are worse things than to discover you’re hetrosexual.”

“Well ... I could be bi. I mean, I haven’t been exposed to a lot of girls, yet.”

He gave me a “I dont want to hear this” look, and sighed again.

“Look. This might be premature, but if you like guys, I need to give you a talk about ... sex.”

“You should stay here near the house,” Renee said to me, “and me and Todd will go way over to the far corner, maybe even a little way into the woods but not so far the trees block our view. And we’ll see if you still look like a girl from that distance.”

Masks Chapter 39

Chapter 39

*Before…
Lucy asks… “Uhm…what’s going on what’s with the…uhm… this?”
Mary Jane looks at me with this sort of sad for me and I love you smile all rolled into one which just pushes me towards tears really easily and it’s like super hard to keep them back. She side eyes towards Lucy and I nod and she slips her arm around Lucy’s shoulders and leads her to the girl’s bathroom.
“Let me tell you about my best friend.”
I’m just sort of there clenching and unclenching my hands and biting my lower lip…I’m really emotional and really nervous right now because they’re all going to be talking about me…
The day’s half done…the day’s half done.

*And Now…

After a stressful week of dealing with people, Ellis liked to lay down on his bed and silence his thoughts with deafening rock music. Only after Friday night's sunset would he be able to forget all the ways he messed up over the previous seven days and start over again. With his eyes closed he envisioned a version of himself undeterred by what others thought. His door was closed, so it came as a shock when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He started out of his music-induced trance and saw a woman he didn't recognize raise a finger to her mouth. Normally, Ellis would have screamed, but in her eyes he detected no malice.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I must caution readers that this particular chapter in the story may be offensive to some. It includes scenes that many would consider abusive in nature. To be honest, they are, but there is a reason for this that will come out later in the stories within this universe.

If you do not think that you want to read this particular chapter, then here is a sanitized synopsis so that you can skip to the next one and still follow the story line: Joey is forced by the group he calls the Joy-Squad to be pierced and tattooed. He is obviously confused and hurt, both physically and mentally. This is NOT the theme of the rest of the book.

Sing a Healing Song

Chapter 1

It all started with a trip to Ireland.

“It’s what they call a mental Twist. Most of my body didn’t really change at all, but my brain... there are a lot of little changes there, because I have a kind of new personality. Basically, I have a girl brain.”

Dating Above Their Station
By Paul Calhoun

A totem pole trench story I did for Badboych on DA because I think his work is awesome. Only 5000 words because I'm supposed to be on vacation.

The City Who Cried

This is fan fiction that takes place in the "Ship who sang" universe created by Anne McCaffery. I look forward to seeing what people think

With his grandma's help, Sam begins his first ballet lesson.

Then the real fun began, picking out skirts and blouses and a couple of dresses. I was eager to finally try on something that was right for me, but worried that, until I got my body fixed — and who knew how long that could take, if it was even possible these days? — this stuff wouldn’t look right on me, even if it felt right to my Twisted mind.