Femboy Novels & Stories

Valentine decided to divert her attention from the two to Pepper and the models. She felt guilty for underestimating the company. All these thirty models were divided into three categories. The first ten models—including Missy—were the ones with skinny, yet wonderful body. The way how square their shoulders were and how their collar bone popped out was definitely every man’s type of women. The second ten models were thick, just like her, they had side rolls, back rolls, belly rolls, and jiggly arms and thighs. Some were curvy, some were not. The third ten models were plus sizes women, they were beautiful and confident with their own body.

I chuckle at his facial expression. "You can invite Ben if you like." His voice sounded strained but I sat up and gaped at him. "Babe," I coo. "Look at you, growing and glowing." "Shut up." He rolls his eyes at me and I giggle, launching myself at his chest. "I just think he's gay, he's not a threat." "Sam!" # Today I dressed up a little. I left my hair in moisturized two strand twists, and wore a pretty black spaghetti string stop, with high waist black Jean's and a black slipper. Not the flip flop kinds, the one with the straps and a little silver heart hanging from the middle.

Andy embarrassedly touched her nose and suddenly became gloomy. “You don’t have to remind me of that. I know that I’m a tomboy with no feminine charm.” Seeing the carefree Andy suddenly becoming upset, Baby Robbie quickly consoled her. “Don’t be upset, Sis Andy. Truthfully, you look extremely feminine. As long as you put on a little makeup, you’ll be popular among thousands of handsome men.” Andy’s eyes lit up, and her confidence was boosted. “Really?”

Girl running from her past finds herself and freedom! Will she find love as well? Read along to see who she chooses or if she does! 🤔😉

I pulled a baggy, faded grey hoodie over my head and dragged a pair of loose denim jeans up my hips, completely burying my female frame. Finally, I grabbed the cheap, aggressive men’s cologne from my backpack. I sprayed it heavily across my neck and wrists. The harsh scent of synthetic pine and alcohol burned my nose, but it was absolutely necessary. It masked the lingering traces of Jordan’s cedar scent and completely buried my natural Omega pheromones. I wasn't the girl who had spent the night wrapped in an Alpha’s arms anymore. I was Emberly, the scrawny, unremarkable college boy.

Danika’s brows lifted in surprise. It wasn’t a man. It was a woman. Tall. Confident. Slightly built but strong in all the right places. There was something effortlessly cool about her something bold. In one word? A total tomboy. She turned to Danika and gave her a small, easy smile. “You okay?” Danika let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Yeah… I am. Thanks to you.” The girl shrugged casually. “They were annoying. ”Danika let out a soft laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”

They weren’t exactly traditional cowboy boots—more stylish, with intricate embroidery, definitely cowgirl boots. Gemma laughed, eyeing the outfit. “Please tell me those are for you.” “Are you kidding?” Freddy scoffed, holding the overalls up against her own frame to show the difference in their heights. “I’m a good six inches taller than you, Em. And that’s if you wear the boots.” Gemma snorted, shutting her laptop and tossing it aside. “Okay, fair enough. You got me there.” “Now go try this on,” Freddy commanded, waving the overalls like a flag. “Wait, hold on.”

She had become a full futanari, a gorgeous, possessed cheerleader with both a throbbing futa cock and a hungry, squirting cunt. Asmodea’s voice roared triumphantly in her mind: *Yes! Feel that power, my little futa whore. Now you can fuck them too.* Emily’s eyes glowed bright crimson. She looked down at her brand-new, massive cock, rock-hard and twitching and laughed breathlessly, the sound dark and seductive. “Look what you boys did to me…” she moaned, wrapping one hand around her thick futa shaft and stroking it slowly, smearing the leaking precum. “I’ve got a big cock now. And I’m going to use it on every single one of you.”

Words cannot explain just how surprised I was when Xavier stepped out of his comfort zone to defend him the last time; he isn’t the kind of person to be involve himself with other people not to talk of stand up for them. Xavier is anti-social, he doesn’t speak much, he is cold and distant and the people who tends to want to get close to him, ends up hating him. I needed to know what kind of relationship those two have, if it’s something personal, Xavier would never allow him to be my lackey in school, and I want to see what he would do to defend him. But even on a level of personal interest, what is it about this femboy that makes Xavier close to him? Or could

The room was full of noise and laughter amongst the few groups of friends. Demi and her minions sat at the table next to the footballers. Demi was your typical mean girl. She was beautiful and stylish, with long wavy blonde hair that bounced down her back and flawless bright skin. She was the kind of girl that all the guys wanted, and all the girls wanted to be. She would prance down the hall with her short skirts and high heels, as everyone else stepped out of her way. You would never catch me in clothes so short and tight, no one would want to see that anyway.