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“What are you doing in here!” I wet myself a wee bit in total fear as I heard her voice. She had caught me at my worst; holding her one piece shiny pink bathing suit in my delicate hands as I sat in the deserted girl’s locker room. I was frozen as I gazed at her; my deer like wide opened eyes bugging out with fright.
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I thoroughly enjoyed this
I know it was a bit strong; however, what Cora did probably saved Jackie's life. It was definitely a different approach than I used in "Discovery"; however, there are many similarities. It took action on another's part to make her realize who she was. I don't like all the piercings, though. To each her own.
Portia
Recalling...
I could now put a face to an identity I never knew I had, but always felt I had....
I recall feeling guilty about not telling Mrs. D about me - it still plagues me, you know? But in the midst of your writing I often discover clarity. I never 'knew' about Andrea, but there was always this feeling I dreaded - unwilling to face Andrea until Andrea faced me. My mirror was my writing - images made even clearer by you and others in writing and even in speaking to you, so to speak. Another of yours in MY file, BTW!
Love, Andrea Lena
Ummm...
That reflected image is all too important to us. I was blessed enough to see it at a young age. But even still the shock of seeing my reality conform to that mirrored image and have that image conform to the one in my mind was astounding...to say the least. I never looked back and after but a few months, that scruffy young boy ceased to exist in my mind entirely.
I was one of the all too few who experienced a true rebirth and a true second chance. My heart bleeds and I do shed too many tears for those who don't have the support or even the tolerance of their family members. But I do begin to see more and more young people blogging about enabling parents and relatives.
Whilst they are the hope of us all, those who seek out their true selves at later dates are my heroines and those who are truly martyred I pray to...and for. Unfortunately the martyred may not ever have the opportunity to realize their own rebirth except in their souls and they bare the cross of intolerance and non acceptance.
My Love and Prayers Always...
Kelly the Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrat
BTW: I loved your memorial day piece.
That didn't turn out the way
That didn't turn out the way I thought it was going, a bit of a firm hand but one that had her best interests at heart. Nicely done.
I'm told STFU more times in a day than most people get told in a lifetime
Surprise!!
I liked this story a lot, didn't think I would, didn't think I was going to like the mean girl but she lured me in then showed she wasn't what I thought she was.
Kelly, thank you for sharing this story.
Jeri Elaine
Homonyms, synonyms, heterographs, contractions, slang, colloquialisms, clichés, spoonerisms, and plain old misspellings are the bane of writers, but the art and magic of the story is in the telling not in the spelling.
This pushed a lot of buttons
This pushed a lot of buttons with me. Mostly good ones. :-)
Even so I was way worried about the way Cora was pushing. But in the end it worked out ok.
ps. As far as I can tell, there's nothing about the story that can't be done in HTML. Only at all tricky parts are aligning the pictures and the larger, bolder text by them.
Brooke brooke at shadowgard dot com
http://brooke.shadowgard.com/
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world
"Lola", the Kinks
Look into the mirror silly
So, she could have been AIS, or some variation of XXY, XXXy or somat.
For me this was a long, tearing look into the mirrors of my own past. I was one of those skinny, tiny, effeminate little children, and they gave me testosterone. I know someone else they gave testosterone and she shot up to over 6'.
I have the same eyes that are green at times, blue at others, and hazel when nothing else works. The same narrow, pointed chin, and a receded Jaw that is part of inbred heredity; could have been due to polygamy perhaps?
From there her path departed from mine. If the male gonads were so small, then they were probably not reproductive, so that would mean a sperm donor or even parthenogenesis. I can remember having undescended testicles when very young, but later I developed a schlong, probably owing to the testosterone.
Her journey was heart rending and yet wonderful. Many of us probably wish it had been us.
Very nice.
Gwen
Domination and submission
Anyone who has read my writing is aware of my interest in this topic. I believe that for there to be a true and harmonious D/s relationship there has to be love, and all involved parties must sacrifice. I loved seeing the way both Jackie and Cora grew from their relationship. In the end, it was not important who was the Domme and who was the sub. It was only important that they complimented each other and that their relationship worked.
I am oft criticised because my writing is so explicit. I think that explicit is an important facet of humanity. We live in a world that is explicit, and nothing we write on a page can come close to some of the dark things we hide in our hearts. I applaud you for this lovely tale, and look forward to reading more of your writing.
wicked widdle wascally waif
Be kind to those who are unkind, tolerant toward those who treat you with intolerance, loving to those who withhold their love, and always smile through the pains of life.
May Rebirth Contest
I think yours was my fave of all the stories in this month's contest.
Be kind to those who are unkind, tolerant toward those who treat you with intolerance, loving to those who withhold their love, and always smile through the pains of life.
Lots of Fun
I understood before reading this very entertaining story that your take on domination and submission produced wonderful results that were much more loving partnerships than D/s, but I couldn't put it into words as simply and clearly as you did at the end of the tale.
Kelly, thank you (yet again) for sharing.
Don't like PDF files
They are hard to navigate. In order to read it, I downloaded it, picked it up in Calibre converted it to DocX and put it in my word processor. That's a lot of work to read a story, compared to those posted in the BCTS editor. If I didn't have that capability, I give the story a pass.
I haven't read it yet. I'll get back with a comment on the story when I do.
If you don't feel competent to post in the editor, I'd be willing to help. I'm fairly well accomplished in formatting within Word so the post is a simple cut and paste to get the story up.
Hugs
Patricia
Happiness is being all dressed up and HAVING some place to go.
Semper in femineo gerunt
Ich bin eine Mann