Girly Boy Story Novels & Stories

I got up on my feet and dusted my dress, Let’s go be a boy. Author's note: Ava got grounded, fat-shamed, trauma-dumped, ignored, and STILL managed to steal chicken and Wi-Fi in the same chapter 😭🍗💻. And now she’s about to become a whole boy just to play hockey. I’m not writing a novel anymore; I’m babysitting a certified menace

Beside him stood a quiet looking red haired boy with sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes and full red lips. The last of the group was perhaps the most intimidating of all—a broad-shouldered guy with messy, dark brown hair and a chiseled jawline, his lips set in a near-permanent scowl. Their collective energy was magnetic, dangerous even, and they all looked at us as if they were sizing us up— “Those young men are known as the Vicious Boys.” Vincent’s voice interrupted my train of thoughts and I did not miss the warning in his voice. “You’d do well to stay away from them. They’ve earned their reputation.”

"A mute girl can sing? What fairy tale are you living in? This is why I hate offering help to bastards like you at my club." Uncle Freddy's face turned red with desperation. "Sandra, help me out here. She's a pretty girl and has C-cup boobs. Men would like that." I felt a surge of humiliation and anger at Uncle Freddy's words. Sandra seemed to let that sink in. "Bobby, do you like what you see?" she yelled at some man at the counter counting dollar bills. Bobby's eyes met mine, and I froze. "Yeah, I could bang her anytime."

Boys always think spreading out makes them look bigger. His eyes drag over me not in the appreciative way, in the microscopic way. "Your voice has changed." I shrug. "Cold mornings throws it off." For a second, there's silence, and I almost think I've played it cool. Then he tilts his head, studying me with a manic gleam in those creepy pitch black eyes. "You know," Roan says lightly, "girls who think they can run forever... eventually trip." My throat tightens but my smile doesn't falter. "Good thing I'm not a girl, then."

Robert growled into my other ear as he added, "I think he'd look adorable dressed in some kind of catholic schoolboy uniform, customized with pants with a zipper in the rear for easy access to that tight little ass. Or maybe just a leather slave collar, so he knows his place." I felt a chill go up my spine as I heard them discussing all of this. They actually expected me to come back? Did they really think that they could force me to enjoy gay sex? All of this was just an example of a teenage boy getting horny at the drop of a hat, getting a little too comfortable hanging out with older guys who seemed cool, and being tricked into watching my first gay porno. I just had to will myself to sta

“Oh wait…” Pretty boy exhaled sharply and muttered something that sounded like “unbelievable.” Good. What will be my gain if no one is pissed at me? I kicked off my boots, one thudding to the floor dramatically. “So, pretty boy. You like jazz? Or are you more of a 'complain quietly and repress all emotion' kind of guy?” He glared. “Don’t call me Pretty boy.” “Got it. Pretty. Boy. Princess of Cellblock C. We’ll find your vibe eventually.”

I gasped because damn, the one who hit him is really strong. I looked at the guy. Really, God? I am really in some movie, I guess. Now the bad boy is saving me. Then we will fall in love and happily ever after, bla bla bla. I will end this story before it starts, duh. "What are you doing here?" I asked him. "So much for saving you?" he raised his eyebrow. "I didn't ask for it" I shrugged my shoulders. "You are such an ungrateful girl!" Bain started getting up. I thought he'd fight, but damn, he ran away.

His friend kicked his knees, then he fell to the ground, and he lifts his head. "I can't make it, and I'm getting excited to see how pretty he is." The third guy who was with them was wearing only a fitted shirt and denim shorts. He started to reveal his manhood and stroke it in front of him. "I'm getting big." He showed it to him while it twitches. He immediately grabbed the boy's hand and places them in his manhood, and then he used them to stroke it. "Your hands are so small as a girl, and I love it." He can't do anything as he was scared. He was following their order.

A few months later It was a simple boy meets girl story, we were just two individuals insanely attracted to one another. I was at the Boutique steaming the mannequin's outfits and making sure that all was in order. He approached me, with a curly mop of dirty blonde curls. I looked up and came face to chest with his buff figure. When I looked up I realized he was smirking at me. "How may I help you sir?" I asked him politely.

I shake his hand and mutter, "Mines, Lilith." "Lilith?" a blonde hair girl speaks up behind him. "You mean the biblical Lilith?" "I don't have time for this," the blonde boy shakes his head. "She shouldn't be here. She even looks like the type to rat someone out," he says through gritted teeth, clearly angry, and Jay shrugs heads back to his original spot on the log. I shake my head rapidly, "I won't rat you guys out. I promise." "See," McKenna interjects. "She's chill. Lighten up a bit."