"Wow Jessie, you were such a brave girl! Your earrings look incredible too!"

"Thanks Ashley and I'm sorry for being such a cry baby."

"It's quite alright. First piercings are always rough. You were a brave girl!"

As Ashley paid for the earrings Jessie wandered out of the store in deep thought. Something wasn't right, but he just couldn't place his finger on it. What could it be? He was picking his brain trying to figure out where this deep rooted uncomfortableness came from, when suddenly... WHACK!

In Jessie's clouded head, he assumed that all these men who were looking him up and down were trying to size him up to kick his ass, since he was with such a pretty girl - a pretty girl they wanted for themselves.

"What are you talking about? I just want to chat with you a bit, if that's cool," the boy explained.

"Really? Yeah, that's cool. I'm surprised you aren't like the rest of the guys in here. They keep looking me up and down like they want to kick my ass or something," Jessie expressed.

"Well, I'm sure they want to do something to you, but you can rest assured that it's not kicking your ass. I apologize for my gender...men can be dogs a lot of the time. I'm Scott by the way."

Suddenly a male model was called on the beach to do a take with one of the female models. Jessie's attention unknowingly switched focus from the girl on the beach to the male model. "Wow! That guy must have worked out tons to get that body!" he thought. As he watched the two partake in the photo session Jessie found himself observing an awful lot of the man. Look at those biceps and those abs…he felt himself getting a little flush. As Jessie continued to stare he found himself getting more and more aroused by the sight. His pretty painted hands found their way back to his chest and he began playing with his nipples. Whoa! Something about this felt very right indeed! He continued to caress his breasts as he stared down the male model. Look at how strong he is… amazing smile… what an ass!!!

She was right. Ashley knew what she was talking about from her past experiences. If he was going to get better he would have to follow the same path as she.

"Yeah, I agree with you Ashley. I don't look dumb though do I?" Jessie asked being a little self conscious.

"You look fantastic babe. Why don't you put your shirt back on and see how you like it?"

Jessie put his t-shirt back on and looked down at his shirt. It was a little odd because he could see the two distinct bumps pushing out through his shirt very clearly now. They were perfectly formed and protruded slightly. Something in the back of his head told him that there was something not quite right about this but he couldn't place it. "It's probably nothing," he thought.

"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?

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!"

Swoosh! The ball went through the net.

“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.

In the restroom Jessie gingerly lifted his shirt. His chest was still very sensitive and his t-shirt felt like sandpaper on his nipples.

"Damn, I bruised ya pretty good on the shoulder, haha! Dude, what's wrong with your chest?" Jason was proud of the bruise he dealt Jessie, but he was fixated on Jessie's chest.

"Your nipples look freakin red and swollen. Do you have an infection or something?" Jason asked.

THE BALL GAME... OR THREE STRIKES AND I WAS OUT ... OF BOYHOOD!
by
JENNIFER SUE

originally posted on Fictionmania

"I can't do this anymore," Amanda cried on the way home. Jessie, her 13 year old son, was uncontrollable. She had no idea where he went or what time he was coming home.

"How did I mess up so horribly?"

"You didn't mess up dear," Susan countered. "He is just like his father. It is in his genes. I am not going to see another life wasted though. When we get home I need to show you something. It is something I have been thinking a lot about and something I have been doing hours and hours of research on...and I think it is our solution."

Suddenly Jessie was overcome with emotion. It hit him from out the blue with the intensity of a Mack truck. He was helplessly caught in its grasp. His eyes met Jason’s once again…then he glanced down to Jason’s lips. His lips looked so good…so inviting.. They looked undeniably yummy. Jessie couldn’t think straight…he felt a magnetic attraction pull him closer to Jason’s face. Wait, this was not right…was it? He so wanted to feel Jason’s lips on his…he just wanted them to touch for even a brief moment. That would be ok right? It didn’t matter, he had no say in the matter. He felt as if he was not in control of his actions any longer. He glanced at Jason’s eyes once again as their lips got closer. Jason’s eyes had almost a glazed look on them, Oh they were so handsome! Caught up in the moment, Jessie let his emotions fully take over as his lips met Jason’s.

“Choices”

“Time to get up, sweetie,” Mrs. Hillman called from outside his bedroom door. “It’s 9:00 am and you have to be at the airport at 10:00 am.”

Good Morning, Mom
By MaggietheKitten
Edited and fixerated by Holly Hart

A girl on the morning of her fourteenth birthday writes her mom a letter and thanks her for the wonderful gift she's already been given.

Girls Lie Too
by Barbara Lynn Terry

Get up, David. There's a policeman at the door, and he says he needs to speak with you."

"Huh," I said sleepily, wondering why mother was waking me up.

"There's a policeman at the door, and he needs to talk to you."

"Why does he want to talk to me?"

"He wouldn't tell me, he just said he needs to speak with you."

I wasn't sure if I wanted to post this yet. I am trying something and I hope my readers will enjoy what I have written. This is a hard story to write, so PLEASE bear with me.

Constant in All Other Things 2
Chapter Three
by
Fakeminsk ([email protected])

“Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love:
Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.”
Much Ado About Nothing

"No, sorry, can't." It was just getting harder and harder for Tom to take 'NO' for an answer.

"Oh, come on, then Sandy, why not?" came the plaintive reply.

Payback is a b........ Well, that's what they say. Don't they?
Or is "Blood is thicker than water".

 
Custody
A mother wants her son. She knows he is a girl. A father wants his son. He does not want the mother to brainwash him. You are the judge in this interactive story