Femboys Novels & Stories

It had been a while since we last did this – Kieran had called our… thing… off when he started seeing that girl. That was about two months ago. I still remember when he told me about her – all bright-eyed and completely head-over-heels. I personally don’t like Cordelia, but I kept my thoughts to myself at the time. She’s one of those girls that wouldn’t hesitate to stomp on others to get what she wants. From what I understand, she’s been treated like a princess since birth because she’s an only child. I’m telling you – manicured everything. I think she’d rather die than wear a shirt twice – not that she’d be caught dead in a regular t-shirt, mind you.

Ch-3 --------------------- Since I was laying there without the robe on, mom could clearly see that my modest ten inch friend down there was enjoying her floor show. It was lurching and growing constantly. Mom was trying to 'sell me on her' so I could be tied down to her by marriage, and she was doing a great job. What was next?

Wouldn't that be something? These girls were the absolute definition of hot and sexy. Julie was the blonde with zero body fat and fake tits. Her parents, old money New York wealth, had gifted her a new set of breasts a couple years ago. At the time it happened, I remembered rolling my eyes listening to her and Rebecca talking about it. Now, however, I quite enjoyed the view by the pool and the way they burst out of her way too small bikini. Faye was the redhead - a little more full around the places you want...not crazy skinny, but definitely not fat. She had grown into a massive set of naturally massive breasts - DD? Bigger? I didn't know, but they were a wild sight to see. She always had h

Elara said while pulling Bambi close. "You were born strong, with the ability to protect yourself. That makes me happy and proud. A girl doesn't have to be fragile to belong, but I also hope you never abandon your identity as a girl. "You'll still be a girl however you choose to be." Elara's words lit a spark of courage in Bambi. "Mommy, I've always wanted to learn boxing. I want to become even stronger!" Bambi had once tried to join Beau in soccer and combat lessons back at the Fisher residence but had been stopped by Ethel, who insisted that girls shouldn't run and shout like boys.

So, in the midst of that, not just them, but they both had an affair, even that group that lived in the dorm towards a group of basketball and volleyball girls, the famous group of volleyball and basketball games, were large, feminine, strong, and muscular women. These women had their perfect physiques, their defined bodies, they were called Debra Mondo, Leslie Falcon, Nanda Gorski, Penny Moron, Gabrielle Vasques, Suzane Ricto, Jasmine Brow and Pamela Jordan, Danielle Virgil, they were the so-called brunette groups and the blondes, as they stood there alongside their group leader, named Gemina Philips, were big, muscular women.

She needed him badly. At five feet six inches tall, Jenifer was taller than the other girls on the gymnastics team, but she was slender and exceptionally flexible. Her small a-cup breasts, her narrow waist, and her slender hips gave her a boyish look, which caused her to take great pains with the way she dressed in order to express her very feminine personality.

She is looking very emotional as she talks, "I mean why on earth should the girls think they aren't good enough for him. Maybe he isn't good enough for them." Peyton gives me a small smile and I turn to Nadine, she mouths, 'I'll tell you later.' I nod, "so what the hell is pretty half naked mean girls?" "Oh that's the popular elite girls of our school; Quinn, Lora and Madison. They practically run this school. They have all the boys at their finger tips. All except, AL and Jesse, like Peyton said no one is good enough for them not even the best." Nadine says.

It's objectifying. But it is undeniably... accurate. Let me be clear and state for the record that none of us came up with that nickname. As far as I can tell, it was coined by the Varsity football team during our junior year, and the name spread like wildfire. Nothing we could do about it. As I said, it was... accurate. Belle, Mari, Alice, Sam, Zofi, and Naimh: six hot girls, every single one of them a D-cup or bigger.

It was the kid who got thrown on our table the other day. "You know them?" asked the girl. Like Loki, this kid is quite famous. Her name is Bee, probably the prettiest girl around. And she is one of those girls who are obsessed with feminism. She hates men so much that she sends any guy partnered with her to the infirmary in seconds during our self-defense lessons.

Ordering me around and threating me. It will be a torture to stay here. Seeing him with her. Why Theo? Just why ? Letting myself fall back on the mattress. I stare up at the ceiling. Dreading the next day already. I guess I am left with no choice. I will be going to the training tomorrow. . . . . With each step I took further. My heart raced faster. I can hear the training going on. And I was late the very first day. Gulping. I look up to see warriors in combat form. Grouped together in pairs of two , fighting their opponents. To my surprise I could spot few girls around as well. Dressed in sports bra and cycling shorts. Their toned abs made me conscious of myself.