Tomboy Novels & Stories

"Go ahead." "Look it's not as if I'm prying but Kaitlyn, why did you feel the need to change yourself? Why did you become a tomboy?" * * * * * * Don't forget to vote Famz. Show your supports for your girl. ❤️❤️❤️ Favvy.

“I like your dress.” “Thank you.” “I don’t wear dresses.” “Why?” “I don’t know. I guess I’m a Tomboy.” “What is that?” “You don’t know?” She cut Julecia a look. “No.” Tiffany thought a moment. “It’s a girl who likes to dress more like a boy.” “Oh…interesting. I was born a boy, and I like to dress as a girl. I was raised as a girl too.” Julecia smiled. “No way. There’s no way you’re a boy. You have boobs and nicer legs than I do.”

I am not that girl. I am the tomboy. Forever holding the bro-code in my hands. When they need an extra for flag football, hello, here I am. When they need a water boy. Hello. When they need an extra soccer player for the boy's team. Hi, again. When they need a backup skater for the skateboarding club, it's a boys-only club, by the way. What's up bitches?

"Maybe she has learnt her lesson that it's not good for a woman to behave like a man." Grace nodded, "you are right. Maybe this will make her understand that it's not good to be a tomboy, be it whatever reason she has. But her own case is different, we both know she is not a tomboy and the outside world don't even see her like that." "Yes, they see her as a man because no one knows she is a woman." Grace shook her head with a sigh, "Malcolm will kill me if he finds out." Evelyn chuckled, "you are his beloved sister, he will understand."

I couldn't fall for any of the milquetoast mamby-pamby saps in my circle; no, I had to go and give my heart to Leonidas. I had held onto my bad girl persona from my school days, unlike Dani, who was a born lady down to her little pink toes. Logan likes to tease sometimes and ask how comes he'd ended up with the tomboy, but deep down, I knew he needed someone like me to put up with his brand of crazy.

I've never had a female friend per se. I grew up wearing more pants than dresses. I played Need for Speed more than I played Doll House. For fuck's sake I played Fifa with the boys and god forbid I enjoyed it like it was a blast. I grew up a boy. It was only when I started PMSing that I realized I was more of a boy than a girl. Not exactly a common thing to be somewhat of a tomboy with a fat ass. I had to find my way around feminine stuff and everything female. But I was happy. I was having the time of my life. With my best friends who always had my back.

“Girlfriend, not for my groom, but mine.” I even moved my little finger around my other ear. I think I’m deaf and need to be shaken. “Did I hear right? What? Are you a lesbian?” I asked directly. She nodded slightly. My jaw dropped at what she said and it slightly bombarded me. You’re a nice girl, lesbian?! Is there something like this? “You could say that. I am a lesbian, but I’m not used to wearing as a tomboy did. I am a Lipstick Lesbian.” My eyes widened at what she was saying. Does she say all this in front of me? Honestly, it is very hard to comprehend.

Logan asked while watching Tristan who was trying hard to say something. "What about T-those," the shy boy asked with embarrassment. "What do you mean those?" Logan frowned. "I-I mean B-Boobs" Tristan stuttered hard due to his embarrassing situation and his cheeks turned deep red. "Oh my God Tristan you can just tell them that you're a flat chested girl, it's okay. Just wear a sweater or something which is thick enough to cover." Logan replied while chuckling at the younger to which they latter nodded. "And one more thing " the chief called for Tristan who's about to leave with the file but turned around to hear him.

Tehee~ From a small age of 10, she had always admired guys with abs and thinking that time that she was also kind of a male since she had a penis. She as a small girl had exercised all the time, gymnastics, taekwondo, karate, muscle lifting, you name it, just to get abs, but that curseth body of hers had only given her a flat tummy and nothing else! Thinking of it, she had cried and complained to her mum about it one day, which earned her a whole day of horror stories of how a girl with abs would live her life without marriage and kids. Her mum had even told her that her titties (boobs) would disappear, scaring her shitless as a kid who was adamant about her female entity even as an intersex

Jae gives me a pointed look, "What? Come on, try to deny it. I still won't believe you.” "I like real women, Anya. Real, mature, voluptuous women," he tries to hurt me, unsuccessfully. I might not be mature yet, but I am real and I am voluptuous. My tits are almost a double D cup, and they’ve been like that since I turned fourteen. I've been bullied repeatedly because of them, he can't turn the tables on me now.