A Sissy in the Army
by Wargamerguy

How does an orphaned boy make it in eighteenth century England

Some times the events that occur during our childhood can have major affects on us as adults. Some of those events if tragic enough can have disastrous affects on all aspects of our life as adults. This is one story of a man trying to put his life back together as an adult. This is of course, fictional but the reality is there are many adults trying.

Karen had been very patient with her husband Jacob for their seven years of marriage. She knew that he still didn't entirely trust her with their six year old son and that frustrated her. She felt like he was afraid she would hurt him and he was so extremely protective of the child. His protective nature kicked into high gear when women were around. She wasn't sure how much longer she could endure his endless questioning any time she was alone with him.

I had no idea that it would be such a headach to order in Spain. I knew the language difference so I thought I prepaired.

How ever I had been on a trip overseas recently and I injured myself over there. I ccame back in alot of pain in my back. That has prevented me from sitting at the computer and typing.

 
James has no idea that a slight slip of the tongue from his mother would ruin one of the best times he had in a long time as well as the rest of the year. He cursed his luck that she had to come home early that day, but that was how life worked out. Just Five minutes ago he was hoping that he would get lucky with one of the most popular girls in his school. Cheryl was on the schools cheer squad. He was laying across his bed with her and she was kissing him.

Fifteen-year-old Shawn was slowly walking to school during a calm spring day. That was his favorite time of the year. He could watch the flowers bloom, and the trees start greening again after a cold winter. He loved that time of the year so he could take his time, walk slowly and observe nature returning. He listened to the birds chirping overhead in the green trees; the morning suns rays brighten everything up. The smells of roses and honeysuckle filled the air, that was the best.
 

one thing that always dumbfounds me in TG fiction is they seem to always have some doctor or nurse willing to perform extremly illegal treatments on unwilling subjects, or children.

I had the vague idea of a revenge adventure story from Alexandre Dumas the count.

 
Warning, this story deals with troubling aspects of religion so if that offends you then you might be better adviced to stay away from this one.

I started writing a new story, I posted the first chapter on this site and on Crystals. I am enjoying the idea and writing it. How ever I wonder if this is a good idea.

I always wondered why hospitals couldn’t have more comfortable beds. Don’t they get millions of dollar? Why do they charge hundreds of thousands of dollars for even the simple operations? Well, I laughed to myself. Of all things to be wondering about, that was what came to my mind. I was sent here for another emergency. I was bit, and damn, it hurt a lot until the doctor came in. Then she got the venom from the bite
out.

I am working on an idea for a new story I intend on posting here, but, yeah theres a but, I think this would really work good in first person POV.

It has been brought to my attention that my grammar and word usage needs to be improved among other things. Im really glad people are here to tell me these things.

It was late and the four girls were giggling around the fifteen-year-old boy wearing a pink silk nighty and panties, sitting in a pink Barbie sleeping bag that they set on the floor for him. It was really humiliating and the sexy girlish thing he was wearing and the humiliating aspect aroused him. He couldn’t stop himself from just loving the pink nighty.

I have a few thoughts that I want to let you know. The first is that this story of mine isnt entirely original.

Cissy’s Secret

After being kidnapped, held a hostage, tricked, recorded and humiliated did he realize that he didn’t have too many options with these girls and he let the girls lead him into their living room. Jennifer kept commenting about how well he walked wearing the stiletto heels. He didn’t really have any retort for that as he did have to admit to himself, he did know a lot about feminine ways and dressing. But he would be damned if he would admit it to these kidnappers. He had his secrets and he intended on keeping them from these girls.

15-year-old peter was feeling rotten about himself as he walked to his house. He didn’t how he was going to fix it but he felt like a ass. He hung his head down as he walked down the sidewalk. He couldn’t help it, he felt really ashamed.

Someone told me that my latest story attempt was very disjointed, so can someone tell me what that means, and how I can correct that problem? How can I make my story join?

Rami posted a message to my story accusing me of trying to decieve the readers and I honestly did not. He said many more tags needed to be applied and I knew.

I am having difficulty deciding which pronouns to use.

Hello everyone it is me here. I don't know if anyone noticed but I posted a story here a few months ago. I thought it was a good start at a long serial but my muse went away so progress stoped.

Kyle’s ordeal
By wargamerdude.