Tomboy Novels & Stories

moment that would change her life. Most of her friends had been boys when she was younger. She was so competitive in sports that they offered her a better challenge. Plus, growing up with three older brothers had made her something of a tomboy. Only a handful of really athletic girls shared her competitive drive the way young boys did. Over time, and particularly after her breasts started growing, those boys just seemed to change. They were simply not friends anymore, and she couldn't figure out what had happened.

"Victoria has moved out. She doesn't even join us for meals anymore. As soon as class ends, she bolts to her rented apartment. It's obvious she's hooking up with someone. Plus, she's always hiding under baggy clothes. Doesn't that tell you everything?" Unable to stand it any longer, Catherine finally spoke up for me. "Victoria plays online games with us every day. If she had a boyfriend, don't you think I'd know about it? Besides, what's wrong with liking loose clothes? Unlike you, not everyone just takes whatever is handed to them."

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

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.”

Angeline rolled her eyes at him and said, "You said it yourself. Would a normal man have lustful thoughts for a tomboy who has an excess secretion of testosterone like me?" Jay, “...” "That’s very vivid." He affirmed her for her self-knowledge. Angeline twitched her mouth. "I have a very gentle side to me too. I can be a beautiful, smart, and considerate flower when I’m with you.” Jay looked skeptical. Even so, he said with displeasure, "I have nothing to do with whether you’re a tomboy or a beautiful, smart, and considerate flower." Angeline felt very defeated. This guy was asking for it.

"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

I guess when you’re that big, your metabolism runs like crazy. Charlie toasts him with her cider. “Tom, have you taken yoga before?” Of all my girlfriends, she’s the most boyish, with a pixie haircut and curvy form hidden under a Namaste, Motherfucka t-shirt. She’s ripped the collar off so when she leans forward, a hint of her impressive cleavage flashes. That niggle of jealousy rises up again. “First and last time,” he rumbles. Everyone smiles and Tom looks down at me. “No offense, sunshine.”