Tomboy Novels & Stories

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

"But how about Casper? Isn't he ruining his name if that dork messed up?" "Well that's no longer our issue. My only interest is to give that tomboy a lesson not to seduce the great Casper!" They vanish after, but I bet they're still chatting at the hallway. I stare at my reflection on the mirror. I hissed remembering their issue. Tomboy? Seducing Casper? Are they nuts? When did a tomboy learned to seduce a guy? Stupid villains. I washed my hands but paused for a while. The voice of the girly one entered my ear. She said that if I messed up I'll also drag Casper's name.

This is where the flash of dreams, failures, and fucking what ifs come in. I’m the equivalent of a blonde bombshell with brunette hair. I have large breasts, a slender waist, and a round face with huge green eyes surrounded by full, long eyelashes. As a young teenager, my attributes didn’t stop me from being a tomboy. Over the summer of my fifteenth year, my budding breasts exploded and my new breasts most definitely interfered. The boys themselves put the biggest damper on things. The same ones I played football with during weekend pickup games changed overnight. They made up sexual stories about me and passed them around high school as truth.

I walk her out and shut the door. Wrens gorgeous. Long, jet black hair, toned body, piercing blue eyes. She's my best friend and a great stress reliever every once in a while. Whenever I'm down, she's there to listen and sometimes takes care of other things. Which is ideal for me. I'm focused on my career, not women. I won't turn one down. I've got countless bar hookups under my belt, but I refuse to be that guy. Worrying about women when the alliance is under threat.

This is where the flash of dreams, failures, and fucking what ifs come in. I'm the equivalent of a blonde bombshell with brunette hair. I have large breasts, a slender waist, and a round face with huge green eyes surrounded by full, long eyelashes. As a young teenager, my attributes didn't stop me from being a tomboy. Over the summer of my fifteenth year, my budding breasts exploded and my new breasts most definitely interfered. The boys themselves put the biggest damper on things. The same ones I played football with during weekend pickup games changed overnight. They made up sexual stories about me and passed them around high school as truth.

Against my will, obviously. I want to go to a normal high school like everyone else, but my mom doesn't think it'll be the best decision for someone like me. I'm the perfect example of a tomboy, or at least that's what I like to believe. I mean, I dress like a boy, and I'm always getting into fights and causing trouble. I'm sure this explains why my mom wants me to go to a school for "proper ladies." My older sister went there too, and I don't even know who she is anymore.

I’m not quick to catch her as her butts fall flat on the sand. “You answer the question”, I said as I mockingly stared at her. She seemed flared as her fumed in anger and narrowed at me in detest. “I’m not the most prettiest girl. I’m not the typical gentle princess, Zack. I’m a tomboy!” she yelled. “And when you say you had a crush on me, it’s like you’re making it up so we consummate sooner”, she spat out so standing up and dusting the pieces of sand from her body and butts. I never failed to notice that she had a nice ass which was well sharpened. I couldn’t wait to spank it when she crossed her limits… Wait what?

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.

Sabrina said, "you really shouldn't spoil her like this. She is a girl, she can't just go around beating little boys like a she-hulk." "Well, I'd much prefer for my nephew to be more like a boy," Zayn said. "The last thing we want is for her to end up like her mommy, who gets bullied and manipulated because she is simply too kind, too sentimental and too emotional for her own good. Our darling Aino is going to grow into a fierce woman who would never take crap from anyone! Am I right?"