Tomboy Novels & Stories

she made a face “and I don’t want to be hanging around while they gossip about boys and braid each other’s hair” “Of course you can stay”, Lena said, knowing how much Dawn hated all things girly. She was very much a tomboy and it showed in her dyed hair, clothes and scuffed combat boots. Her friendship with the eighteen year old was one that had been highly unexpected. It was only through the buddy system, set up for new students, that they’d even met at all.

I'd be kicked off the team, exposed, and probably dragged back to face Dominic Blackwood's wrath. "That's..." I started, my voice coming out as a squeak before I cleared my throat and tried again. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." "Is it?" Raymond's grip on my hand tightened slightly, his thumb tracing over my knuckles in a way that sent unwelcome shivers up my arm. "Because everything about you screams female to me." Think, Antalya. Think like a guy would think. "Look, I know I'm not exactly the manliest guy on the team," I said, forcing my voice lower and trying to project more confidence than I felt. "But that's just genetics, okay? Some guys are built different."

I sat there tapping my long red nail on the leather cover, then finally pushed it away from the computer and looked at the screen which had come up. "Damn." I said aloud. Tommy had been watching p**n and must have paused the video and forgot to close it out. I was looking at a still of a good looking young blond guy who was sitting in a chair. Between his legs was a redhead who upon closer look was a lot older then the guy. The woman was topless and looking up at him while holding his rather impressive cock. It didn't bother me Tommy was watching p**n, hell he was a nineteen year old boy. I did find it odd he was watching something involving an older woman. Then again I'd heard that older wo

"At least I spend my afternoons doing something useful instead of painting my fingernails pink and crying because some popular girl skipped class." "Working?" Brenna scoffed loudly, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "You call scrubbing dirt off old car engines working? It is disgusting, Anna! You look like a total tomboy peasant every single day. You dress in those trashy tight jeans and that ruined leather jacket, and you expect people to respect you? You are a joke!"

I could tell it was a very bad word. In a heartbeat, the room filled with more than two hundred pre-teen girls grew quiet altogether. All eyes were on her, and how could they not? It was so weird to hear someone actually speak out her mind, at least here. Because here, women's opinion is supposed to be like the dark side of the moon; it exists, yet it is never exposed. But Sam was not the modest dark side of the moon. She was a proud Sirius A; a beautiful, free spirit we can't afford, Sister Cecilia said.

And from Teresa’s description of him, he was sure to be carrying a guitar around, even though that won’t be allowed in school. However, she didn’t find him, instead, she was called by one of her teammates for basketball practice. She had always loved playing basketball and due to her charade, she was able to bag captain of the male’s basketball team. Who cares anyway since she is good at what she does and an excellent Point Guard. She stood up and leaned over the table to kiss Teresa on the cheek and as Teresa turned sharply to kiss her on the lips, she was able to avoid the sneak attack and grinned seeing her pouting face. “Not today, baby,” she chuckled and turned to jog to her team. She m

I was wearing a sheer lavender bra with some lace and matching panties that were less than briefs but more than a thong. "Wow, Jody, That looks really hot. I love that Tanga, it fits your ass better than mine. You should definitely get that set," she said without taking her eyes off my body. I blushed and said, "Do you think so, Bridget? Is it not too feminine for me? You know I'm a bit tomboyish." "Uh, isn't that the idea, Jody? Make you look more like a woman than a little tomboy?"

“It is I who wonders what type of guy you like, because it appears that men don’t interest you.” She squinted her eyes at me. “Just to clear things up, I am not a lesbian if that’s what you are thinking.” She even wagged a finger close to my face. “I just haven’t found the one in this school that would give me that cliché ‘spark’. You know what I mean?” “Dummy! I know that you are not a tomboy. I have a hundred reasons to prove that. And I know more about that spark thing since I experienced that with him.”

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.

I'm not strong Look, my arms are So lean. No muscles. I would have punched him in the nose I think the person noticed me Girl: hey are you the new maid? You're to share a room with us right? You're welcome here... Well what's your name? I hope you have a beautiful name? My instincts rang a bell in my head I quickly turned Yes I was right Me: Cindy! Cindy: oh my goodness! Blue....... We ran and hugged each other passionately