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Donnie is taken aback when his friend Mitch asks him to accompany him to Hawaii
and act as his girlfriend. Donnie, of course, says 'no,' but Mitch makes him an
offer he can't refuse.
I kind of rushed right into this new series. I truly hope that you like this!
A hero's cape flaps in the breeze, half a continent away a villain hatches a fiercely stupid plan...
When the villains start tripping over their own feet, the heroes should be able to lean back and enjoy some slack time.
But it doesn't quite work that way...
One thing that made him uncomfortable however was all the strange looks he would get from boys. Girls didn't even seem to notice him but the boys kept staring him down. They did seem friendly though so he didn't feel threatened.
"Looking good" "Like that suit on you" "Hey girls, looking fine today" where some of the remarks from the boys who passed.
Jessie began to feel very good about himself. He wasn't used to all the attention and he found it nice. His step had a little more bounce in it...his ass gained a little more wiggle when he walked. He found that he enjoyed the attention.
I stood and fished out my ciggies once more. Lighting one I happened to glance over the street at a shop window. There stood a woman, slim body with boobs prominent. Perched on sexy high heels, light reflecting off her diamante belly button piercing, full makeup and holding a long white cigarette.... It was me!
"Really? Jason was actually nice to me today and Ashley said that it was because I had breasts. I don't know what the big deal is. Some boy's have breasts some boys don't," Jessie said matter-of-factly.
"No dear, only girl's have breasts. Boys have pecs which are hard and girls have breasts which are soft."
"But I have breasts and I'm a boy..." Jessie said as he became incredibly confused. He couldn't put two and two together and found his mind very clouded when he tried to figure it out.
When David West is failing at all his classes, he needs to take up an extracurricular activity. He can't make a choice so his friends make one for him. One that provides a lot of fun for them and some realizations for him.
"We had lunch and are just walking around and shopping a bit," Ashley replied when it struck her. Her brother didn't recognize Jessie! It made perfect sense! Jessie had changed so much in the last few weeks that he only looked like a pretty shadow of his former self. Jason was nervous because he was attracted to Jessie!
~*~
"Time to go...see you later little bro...Tata!" Ashley replied as she whisked Jessie away. The fact that her brother was openly flirting with his former best friend...who was blossoming into a beautiful girl was priceless!
Elizabeth was everything that Simon could want in a wife. So what went wrong?
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"The Jeffers are lucky people," he says. "I hope that they treat their
daughter well knowing that she is only on loan. We look forward to seeing our
son again in a couple of months. Remember that we love you. Don't hesitate to
call any time – day or night – if you need anything."
"Thanks, Dad," I say with a watery eyes. "I am looking forward to the job. I
am also looking forward to returning again. I really like being a Quinn. I love
you." I stand on my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. I figure that is what
a girl would do. It feels right too.
I looked at Eddie worried that this would change things between us.
“So did he hurt you” he asked.
“No Lesley came out and hit him and I managed to sneak off in the commotion. It doesn’t change anything between us, Oh and promise me you’ll leave it alone and not challenge Gordy about it?"
He looked at me and said “Why would it change anything? You know I love you and care for you. Just please be careful Nikki. I can’t think of what I would do if anything happened to you. I’ve lost enough in this lifetime. Losing you would just be the final straw.”
..you're pathetic. What does he see in you anyway, no make-up, flat chested, (She hooked her finger in my shirt and pulled the edge down) well, barely speed bumps, not even a training bra under there." She moved her finger across my chest. "You flat chested bitch, leave him alone, got it? Just stay in yer damned books and don't come out till school's over or you will be."…
'Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of feet on the steps at the end of the hold and the sound of keys in the lock. Abigail slipped her legs off the bench and slipped into the gloom at the rear of her cell. She didn’t know who was coming, but she had a good idea what happened to girls taken by pirates, and it wasn’t related to tea parties or puppies.'
In this whole adventure I was never so conscious of looking girly as at this moment. Maybe it was because we were standing in near darkness on the shoulder of a busy highway, and I could see my little twill skirt flutter in the wake from the passing cars. Maybe the fact that my uncle, who was only slightly taller than me, was on his knees before me, and for once, now that I was looking down into someone's face, I felt a stab of pity mixed with the joy of feeling (for once!) taller.
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.
Harry Grant at 25 fell victim to the international criminal, Ron Simon, AKA the Switcher. Poor Harry had been mind-swapped with an old man of 65. Forty years of his life stolen in a moment…
John was pissed that he died on the beach at Normandy.
It was June 6, 1944 and to say Private John Burton was unhappy would be an understatement. Even though he had heard General Eisenhower's speech on the radio, he really wanted to be elsewhere. Not that he wasn't a red-blooded American and not that he didn't grasp the importance of the mission. It's just that he was convinced there was a German bullet with his name on it. It was a feeling he just couldn't shake. All the trouble his parents went through to raise him, scolding him into good behavior, getting onto him to make good grades. And then all the money and effort Uncle Sam went through to prepare and train him for this exact moment, everything his life was moving towards would come to a wasted end on a beach in France he'd never heard of. He just knew it. And he was mightily annoyed about it.
Being annoyed couldn't describe how John felt when not even ten feet from the landing craft onto the sands of the beach before being cut down by German machine gun fire. Talk about being angry as he fell onto the sand...
And then even more angry when he woke up in another time and place as a naked teen girl...
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