What a good boy…Chapter 14

Chapter 14

My dad looks at me then at my mom and he rolls his eyes and says

. “I’m going to the living room. I love you both but I am not mentally prepared in any way shape or form to have my wife talking to my son about sex toys.”

It’s almost funny except that I kind of am right with him on this one. Some things y’know just should have barriers.

Not with mom.

“Come lets take these things to your room.”

“Okay…this is more than a little weird.”

Authors note-This is a rewrite of one of the very first stories I posted here. I’ve always liked it, but I always felt I could do it better. I hope I have, at least a lttle, without ruining it.

Jesse sat in his antique rocking chair, the one that his Grandfather made for his Grandmother when she had nursed his father by the fireplace. There was a fire in the old stone fireplace, and Jesse relaxed under a blanket, watching the snow storm outside. The snow and the comfortable warmth soon had him drifting off on a nice Sunday afternoon nap.

The Story Starts Here
Once again I can hear the church bells ringing in the distance; I walked onwards through the village heading for I don't know where.
The service had started by the time I reached the church so I paused for a while to listen to the singing, while pleasant to listen to the choir the mixed congregation was different, although I had to admit they tried their best.

X-Why-Me…Chapter 5

Chapter 5

*Two months later…

Emily sat in front of her computer trying to ignore the maddening itching ache in her breasts.

She’d hated being small and skinny and flat and she had never had a period…never would according to her doctors. Yes plural, since the whole thing with her being a CAIS XY person came out in her family she’d been to several specialists and even had her DNA tested for some disorder where she’d need kickstarter hormones.

Maybe that wasn't the best idea...

Jem…Chapter 62

Chapter 62

The mood is a lot lighter with the four of us since Billy and the guys had taken off to make things right with those two guys. I feel like there’s been a weight taken off of me and I can see how happy Brooklyn is.

When she was over there mixing paint with Uncle Mitch I swear she was almost giving off that vibe of nothing good that happens to me ever lasts.

I kind of can really get behind that feeling. My life back when I was Jason was just so much like one hit after another sometimes.

I paused eating to watch the girls, well some young and some not-so-young women as they buzzed around taking care of the morning rush. One saw me watching and flashed a quick smile before grabbing the next order from the counter to hand out the drive-thru window. Almost everybody knew me, I was there every morning. Either stopping by on the way to work for a sausage & egg biscuit or stopping in and eating scrambled eggs and hash browns when I wasn’t working.

Part 35

The Girl Most Likely To ... Part 46
by Barbara Lynn Terry

Chapter 1 - Renée talks to her sisters.

During the few hours that Renée was at the home, she had talked to the girls about the present she got Rachel and that she didn't want Rachel to know anything about it, until they got to the park. Everybody said it was cool that Renée had gotten the ice skates for Rachel.

There are some who say that I got what was coming to me, and hell, some of those people are me. But back then I sure didn’t think so, nor did I have any real expectation that it would all work out for the best. There was a time or three I even contemplated filling out my discharge papers with a 9mm. But smarter people than me restricted my access to firearms so I’m still alive to tell you my tale. A story of hubris and honor, duty and desire, true love and epic hate and this is the way it all started…

For My Son’s Sake

Author's note: This is based on the news story out of Germany of a man who decided to wear skirts because his son enjoyed them. Let me know what you think of it, okay?

It started when my son was still a toddler. He developed a fascination with women’s clothes, especially dresses and skirts, and soon started asking to wear one.

After some thinking, I got him skirts and dresses, and he seemed very happy in them.

Vanilla Sky…Part two.

I’m breathing a bit rapidly and shallowly as I’m looking at the store. I’m almost frozen in I don’t know fear… from going inside.

“Kitten?”

“Dad…? What do I do dad?”

There's Something Bothering Daddy
by Barbara Lynn Terry

It all started two days after school let out for the summer. I was sitting in the kitchen, and the Braves were playing the Dodgers, or so my daddy had told me. He wanted me to watch the game with him. That was this morning. When dinner was over, my mother and sister went to do the dishes. I decided to clean the dining room. Daddy was not too happy about me doing "women's work" as he called it.