Tomboy Novels & Stories

I found a Phillipines little girl older than me and we find ourselves having many things in common, the only difference was that she didn't had parents and I had parents even though separated from them. I started growing, and as much as I grew up I had dreams even if it wasn't necessary because reality would still come and spoil everything, I had dreams...many dreams. For them to be accomplished, I had to have a new style, so I decided to choose the Tomboy style. I had to avoid distractions and anything that would disrupt me. So, I was sure no body would be interested in me even though the school was exclusively main for girls, sometime I had to go out and fe

“You know why I don’t want you here, huh? What do you think you know?” A frown of incredulity wrinkled her brow. “I know what men have been saying about me since puberty hit. I rarely wear makeup and I don’t own a dress. I hate lace and I think fatigue pants are a great fashion do, despite what magazines say. I never mastered the fine arts of giggling and eyelash batting. I like fishing, loathe cooking, and can drink a six-pack of beer in under four minutes, if challenged.” She tossed back her head, fighting tears, and her face said that she was annoyed because of it. “I’m a tomboy. And I know for a lot of guys—for you—it’s a turnoff.” Her comment was so wrong

A time when she wanted to be like every other girl, but then she was constantly bullied and in order not to be weak again, her defense mechanism built this new bitch attitude that made her more of a tomboy with every new day. She soon began to lose interest in girly things, the make-up, the dress up, the jewelry, the way she carried herself. She began to act more aggressive and had no time for those petty girly things; she didn’t even hang out much with girls as she believed that she was stronger without those things.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

“Nah. I don’t fit in.” “Why not?” He shrugged, then gestured at himself. “I’m a guy. And I’m anorexic. Look at me.” “So?” I asked as I eyed the boy’s thin arms. “What’s that got to do with anything?” “Guys aren’t supposed to be anorexic. It’s… weird.” “Who told you that?” For a moment, Tom was silent. Then, turning his head, he bit out through clenched teeth, “Everyone.”

“Aren’t you a woman too, tomboy? Why can you stay by Mr. Young’s side every day, but others aren’t allowed near him? I think you like Mr. Young and are jealous of other women, so you won’t let us approach him, right? “How is a tomboy like you even worthy of Mr. Young? Move aside!” Roxy raised her hand and shoved Noelle, the person she hated most.

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?”

"She's right though, I am basically a tomboy. Being surrounded by boys made it easier for me, so the feminine part is gone. You know it" "And I love it," Juma had insisted, "If she can't respect that, she better stay off me!" he had added. ... His young self was stubborn and his old self seemed too. He was totally different towards other people who weren't Stephany, especially females. His gentle side was down to negative degrees with them. Many people had started clicking on the picture searching and throwing comments. It was worst from young men and ladies who love tomboy fashion and lesbians. They kept on pushing their commen