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The training team is back with some new challenges and a plot against them.
Author's note: Some plot elements of this story follow up on the events of my story Of Pranks and Finals, which is on the Whateley site but has not been posted on Big Closet. That story was co-written with other authors, so I did not feel it appropriate to post that one here myself.
Jessie Hanks is on the run from Eerie after the death of Toby Hess, but, as she discovers, there's some things a boy-turned-gal can't escape from. Most of all, from herself.
"What the hell are you wearing?!?" Jason asked in a standoffish, shocked way. His best buddy was fully clad in a girl's leotard and tights with his hair braided and tied with a frilly scrunchie.
"It's my new workout outfit...pretty cool huh? My mom could tell your mom where she bought it if you want one too," Jessie generously offered his friend.
"No way wierdo! You look like a freakin' girl dude! Are you going gay or what? I mean look at your hair! Did you flippin' pad your chest too, you homo?"
"No Jason...I...ummm," Jessie felt the tears begin to well up. He couldn't understand why his friend was being so mean.
"Those are tights Jessie. The kind you see wrestlers wear...I thought you might want to have the whole outfit, so I splurged and got you them," his mom offered.
"Cool! Why don't they have openings in the bottom of the legs though?"
"That's the way they are designed. You don't notice it with wrestlers cause they usually wear boots....and no, I'm not buying you the boots too."
"I guess I will take what I can get. I'll be right back!"
Jessie ran upstairs with his new workout gear. This was pretty cool...he wondered how jealous Jason would be when he saw these?
The Road to Haifa Chapter 21 — Sweet Dreams and Nightmares by Alyssa Plant
'Eli looked curiously at her sister. “Why would there be men following you?”
“I...” Sarah began, wondering how much she should tell her sister, or if it was even relevant. “Some people don’t like me, It's a work thing...”'
When novelist-turned-screenwriter David Fine was first nominated for an Academy Award, he wore a red tuxedo provided by his best friend, fashion designer Claude Marsh. An obnoxious TV presenter told him that if he wanted color he should be in a gown, and he agreed. He's been nominated again, and Claude assembled a whole cabal of people to help David make the ultimate impression in his gown. David's girlfriend, bisexual model Maritza Delgado, was on board with the idea of making him as feminine as possible. To that end, he's had major facial surgery and been implanted with a spectacular pair of breasts. David, or Dee as she's been calling her female self, has been working with his live-in feminine deportment coach Kay Thomas hired by Claude for a couple weeks now, and has been making good progress. In this chapter, our girl Dee practices flirting, and has an interesting naked experience. (Note: to the couple of readers I'd told what was going to happen in this chapter, my muse had different ideas, so I had to postpone that until the next one.)
This is a continuation of a bit of flash fiction I'd written called, Daddy's Little Girl. I hadn't really planned on writing a continuation, but when this family came to me with their story a few days before Christmas, I had to write it. It's a story that shows even dense people can sometimes be reasonable with the right motivation.
As we say good night, I notice that she is wearing a new necklace. I don't
know why I hadn't noticed it earlier. I guess that I am not all that observant
at times. Anyway the necklace looks
disturbingly familiar. Hanging from a delicate gold chain around her neck is a
gold colored charm in the shape of a running shoe.
As I look at it, she says “It reminds me of you,”
"I talked to Ashley, Jason's sister today and guess what? She had the same sensitivity and swelling like I am having. She said that it would only last for a little while then I would be normal again. If you want to keep me out of school though, I'm not gonna argue, haha!" Jason replied being more than happy to skip out on school.
Amanda and Susan were taken aback.
"Ashley saw you??? With your top off??? What did she say?" Amanda questioned...her heart pounding. What if Ashley turned them in? Is this illegal?
Edited By Nora Adrienne with Special Thanks To Terry Naut and to Heather Rose Brown for the Illustration!
After learning about the kidnapping of her best friend Julie Woods, Kelly decides to rescue her. But in doing so she pays a high price as she loses her innocence and learns how to hate
The true-life story of when I confessed my crossdressing to my favorite cousin. A bit of irony, but no real drama or excitement. Sorry about that, but it was a touching moment for me, and I wanted to document and share it anyway.
Ashley reached out and grabbed Jessie's nipples and twisted them hard. She was a bit taken aback as she found his nipples to be larger and easier to grab than she had expected them to be.
"OOOWWWWWW!!!!" Jessie screamed at the top of his lungs. He buckled over in pain as he eyes immediately filled with tears. "That freaking hurt!!!" He yelled as he rubbed his aching chest and wiped away the tears as they flowed from his eyes.
"Dang, are you faking it Jessie? I didn't twist them that hard." Ashley wasn't sure what to think of his extreme reaction.
"No I'm not faking it! I told you that my chest has been super sensitive. That really hurt!"
"So we are in luck Jessie. I found some tops for you to wear under your shirts. They should fit tight so that no one can tell they are there and yet they are very soft which will help with your swollen chest. I also found you some underwear that should fit you better. Here's the fun part though...I was lucky enough to find them in matching colors. I know how you liked your old underwear to be in different, cool colors so I think you may like these," Amanda explained hoping Jessie would be fine with his new undergarments.
She knew that he did like his underwear in different cool colors meaning he liked black, grey, navy blue, and forest green. What would his take be on these softer colors? Would he accept wearing panties?
“Awesome!” Jessie proclaimed as he jumped up in down in almost a cheerleader-like fashion.
The boys finished up with Jason winning by one. He was pumped and raised his hands in victory.
“Good job!” Jessie stated as he gave Jason a kiss on the cheek. Wow! Where did that come from? It was almost second nature for him. In any case, Jason seemed to like it as his face turned red from blushing.
Pat, Sam, and Barbara form a highly malleable triangle. Fate steps in, and a small, not very happy boy becomes a pioneer. Will Pat even recognize himself when his destiny is complete?
A tale about deception in the 1950's advertising jungle. Imagine that!
Adrenaline surged...daring every sensory organ in my body to absorb the tiniest nuances of my first day out in public dressed as a woman. I touched the velvety skin on my wife's arm. "I'm so lucky!"
"Lucky?" Nicole shook her head in obvious bewilderment. "You've always wanted to be a woman," she had accurately said nearly eight months ago.
"Wh-what?!" said the man, scandalized. "That's outrageous! We're not child stalkers! We're agents of the US government, here looking for known lawbreakers you're sheltering!"
Sure, Peaches is small and cute and makes a lovely girl; everyone says so. But Sky? More than six feet of champion male athlete and he wants to be a girl? How is that going to work? Can even Peaches help? Are Sky's hopes too high?
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