“Umm, no thanks.” He quickly responded as he began walking again to get out the situation.

“Ouch! Dissed!” the other boy teased his friend.

Oh my gosh! They really did think they were talking to a girl! He passed!!! He closed his eyes for a moment and made up his mind to be at ease. He looked like a girl and he had to act like one to if this was going to work.

What is Jennifer Sue made of!
By Jennifer Sue

My stories are at times a bit bizarre, but then so am I. From previous comments I’ve made, I’ve had a few requests for a brief snapshot of my life. After the comments about my Halloween story entry, Halloween brings out the best and the worst, I thought I’d give it a shot. Here goes!

I've always considered myself to be a bit looney. I've been trying to figure out if my birth date is the cause. I don't really think it did but it does make my personal insanity a bit more palatable. I couldn't have a more appropriate birthday.

The continuing sequel to "Team Spirit" by Janice the Dreamer. Bob James and Dr. Amy Hanson finally meet, with Honey Sweet-Lay's future up for grabs. Chapters 16 through 19 of 48. Rating and indicated elements apply to the entire story.

Part 3
Chapter 9: The Reunion

Sweet Dreams…I’ll never have them 4

Chapter 4

Sunday? September 26th.

I cannot believe it and my brain is going right back into overload. I’m being kissed by a guy and I’m liking it….naked in the bath and…I can’t, I can’t like this can’t …can I…

I push Alex away, the size of him I’d never move him so he’s being a good…I’m so fucking scared. He stares at me oddly for a second, a slight nod? I don’t get him so much its giving me a headache.

CHAPTER 5
The next morning was remarkably normal, Mother up early to bring us a cup of tea in bed, clearly checking my whereabouts. Pete had slept straight through, without nightmares, and I woke as before with an arm across me and dribble down the back of my neck.

CHAPTER 4
Pete was a little nervous, in the end, as we collected a large part of his possessions to take to my mother’s place.

Home leave.

Fiction by Johnny Cumlately

The envelope was addressed to Steve Smith, The Cottage, Combe Farm, in familiar writing and the post mark said "BFPO 952." Inside was a photograph of an attractive girl dressed in Army desert combat uniform. She wore a regimental beret, camouflage shirt with corporal's stripes, trousers and army boots. The picture was taken at an angle so that the outline of her breasts was clearly visible. Her hair was tied back and she had just a hint of makeup. Very obviously female. There was a short note:

CHAPTER 3
Now, there was a bridge to cross. It would be a necessary one, of course, but it was still daunting. So far, apart from the shock tactics on Sharon and Dave, I hadn’t been out anywhere that might hold people who knew me.