I'm using a non de plume to lodge this submission, if only to see how easy it is or isn't to do a story with photos/ I also don't want it in with "my stories" under my other BCTS name. Please note that all of the photos (except two from Word clip art) were copied from PinterestUK.com. You may or may not see a few watermarks on some of them. The story's meant as a trial and for a few giggles as I think a lot of readers might see themselves (or wish they did or could) in some of the photos.

Mom had given dad four sons since they got married and dearly wanted a daughter she could raise. Regrettably my birth didn't go well and apart from giving birth to the world's ugliest baby (I've been told that so many times by relatives over the years, it preys on my mind even today) mom was told medically I'd be the last child she'd ever give birth to. As the following photos will prove, mom never forgave me for not allowing her to have a daughter! Still I'll try to explain it all to you as simply as I can, so the photos won't give you the wrong impression about me.

Now this is most probably the reason why I have such an unusual first memory as a child. Mom reckons she took ages to put on the makeup to make me look this sweet.

Very early on and I'm still not that sure how or why, I always wanted to try to and perform ballet.

Still unlike every other boy in the street (and the entire area) I found I had a hidden talent for ballet, which mom always encouraged. Because the ballet classes I used to attend only taught girls until mom threatened to sue the school for discrimination, mom told me I had to wear the same outfits too or else I'd look silly(?) as the only boy in a show.

That was kind of embarrassing during staged performances because all the other parents used to turn up to watch their daughters. Still I didn't let something as silly as wearing a girls ballet outfit stop me.

Actually I really did have good pointe technique and I'd practice for hours to get it right.

Unfortunately for me when I was about 8 y.o, while watching an older age group of girls practicing the splits, I tried to do it as well.
To do the splits correctly, you have to be well stretched and loose beforehand, so although I ended up doing it I did so at the cost of my crotch being torn beyond surgical repair. But the good side of the story is that now a few years on I can easily perform the splits, but now with out any difficulties in doing so (like as a pair of nuts and a cock getting in the road)

Pretty neat wouldn't you say. One thing was for sure, no other boy in my school could do this, not even any of the wrestling team.

As I grew into my very early teens, ballet and I were inseparable. Always wanting to be more supple in my stance and pirouettes I spent hours on the bars stretching.

I was actually quite chuffed that almost none of the girls my age could be as well balanced as I am or hold this posture position for as long as I can.

OK, so I don't have many masculine friends nowadays Yes, I do have a few "less" masculine friends as well as a number of female groupies I know quite well. And any boy I went to school with shouts out I'm a bloody faggot poof if they see me walking down the street.

Still the jokes on them. Thanks to mom I'm the lead male dance artiste for the Royal Ballet Company

If BCTS members like this silly waffle, I have a ton of harmless photos all ex PinterestUK that could make for a number of interesting (read silly) short stories. I still couldn't work out how to place the words beside each photo (instead of under or above them) so I could use some advice through "my messages" explaining "simply" how to do this.

Also, I regularly look at older stories for ideas as well as check up on my own and I'm amazed to find that readers don't put kudos on stories written some time back. I'm not asking for kudos either. But how can some of my chapters have almost double the kudos others have or that some of my old stories no longer receive kudos.