"Mom! I already told you! I'm too old for a babysitter!" I groaned.

"Come on Corey, you know we just want you to be safe, okay?" His mom said before getting her coat on and getting ready to leave, "Your Babysitter should be here any minute now, oh wait, here she is!"

Biker Bitch
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Ten: Sisters of Satan

Cassie is directed to meet with a small all-female Motorcycle Club with a view to standover them and tithe the Casino from which they make their money, laundering cash for the mob. After a salacious meeting with President of the club, Cassie has second thoughts.

Brooke was annoyed with her younger brother Kaleb. He had been annoying her and getting her into trouble all the time. So one day she wished she had a little sister who wouldn't annoy her as much and who she would have more control over so she ordered some kind of powder off some website a friend of hers told her would help. So when it came she slipped it in his soda he left on the table. So when he came back...

"Hey Brookiee." He said walking in grabbing the drink and guzzling it down. "What are you up to?" He asked.

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Chapter 21
By Flummox

A Game Of Cards
Chapter 1

The spring break had begun. Jake was excited to go to his aunt's house. Aunt Mary was his favorite, she lived in a huge estate which she owned. She was also an excellent cook and had starred on television too. She lived with there with her daughter, Jennifer. Jen and Jake were really close. They grew up together until Jake moved to the city with his parents for his high school.

Hi My name is Kaleb, and I had quite a normal life. I had many friends at school and even got good grades. My Mom and Dad still lived together, and that means that I was from a stable home. I am sixteen years old, and I am looking forward to my birthday, when I become seventeen. Then I can decide more. Then what is the problem? Why this story?

"Whoo....Okay....i can do this...." Kaleb whispered, standing outside of the girl's restroom at school. There wasn't anybody in there, and this would be his only chance to finally enter a girl's restroom, as he never quite understood what was in there. As he was sure he heard someone approaching, he seized what could be the final opportunity and lunged into the girl's restroom and quickly jumped into a stall, shutting the door. "Whew...I'm in...." Kaleb whispered to himself, sure that the walls could hear him.

14 year old Kaleb made his 16 year old older sister mad one too many times. This time she's had enough of his antics find out what she does to make Courtney a better person and an Uber girly girl in this story of a sibling argument.

This is the final chapter of the rewrite of Becoming Sara. If you want to read the original you can find it on Fictionmania.

Sara has a lot to do as she dives right into getting her book ready for printing. Her encounter with Megan reveals part of what she forgot. Max disappears and she can't get a hold of him. Sara learns some shocking truths and goes home to face her father. Will it work out or will she be rejected?

Work was out of the question as the hypersensitivity was getting worse. I had woke up the next morning to a screaming orgasm. It took several minutes to figure it was me that screamed at least I thought it was a few minutes cause I think I passed out as well. Taking a shower turned into an experience that I couldn't stand as I literally couldn't stand it was so intense. A bath was only slightly arousing. I was so glad that Max, Jackie, and even Megan had to work as if even one of them came over I would have raped them.

Well, I had admitted that I liked being a girl at times, but that I liked being a boy when I was with Sandy. My project, or maybe my performance was no secret, and most of my friends and acquaintances thought it was funny. On the other hand, a few people thought it was perverted, and made no secret of that.

I was even hit on by a few boys who admitted that they were gay, as if my cross dressing in some way made me gay. I gently corrected their misapprehensions. What was more interesting were the number of girls who hit on me. They made it clear that they wanted me as a girlfriend, since I looked sexy as a girl, and I had my male parts. I told them that I already had a girlfriend.

To everyone, I made it plain that my motivation to wear a dress had nothing to do with sex or my gender; I was motivated by getting an ‘A’ on my project.

“Yeah, but you seemed to be enjoying wearing a dress and acting like a girl. Way too much for just an ‘A’ it seems to me,” one of my male friends said.

“Well,” I responded, “I thought it best to act the part as well as I could. I always want to do my best.”

“Yeah,” he replied, “but you make one sexy chick. If I didn’t know better, I’d ask you out.”

I punched the speed dial on my Mobile.
It was a Friday afternoon in early March and I needed some entertainment.

“Hello Jen. What’s up? Your Boss still trying to feel you up then?”

“Hi Kylie. No. He’s not. I’ve threatened to tell his wife if he tries it again.”

They both laughed.

“As it’s the last Friday of the month and I’m assuming that you’ve been paid so how about some fun tonight?”

“I don’t know Jen,” she said with a big Sigh.

“Come on K. It’s been nearly nine months now.”