Tomboy Personality Novels & Stories

What kind of girl do you want? Zayn put his phone down and contemplated a little before answering. 'I don't know. I want my equal, someone rare, tough, not particularly girly_girl, maybe a bit sporty, free and nonchalant'. 'That sounds like you want a tomboy'. Gracie joked. 'Maybe'. He said, leaning back on the chair and staring at me, I roll my eyes and decide to distract myself with my phone. 'What about you Meg? What's your kind of guy?' Linda asked.

In that short meeting, he instantly notices the changes in his old friend. Before she would make a ruckus if someone force her to be girly and wear dresses but now it seems like it is a normal thing for her. He could still remember her first punch on his face just because of a mere word. Tomboy. A lesbian. He can't help it but smiled when it crossed in his mind how her beautiful blue eyes widened in shock. Her fat fluffy cheeks turned into tomatoes in embarrassment as her red seductive lips were wide open. She always has that look when he teases her...

I say, feeling my cheeks heat at the suggestion I had yet to discuss with him. I enjoy sexual play where he dominates me and doing things that people refer to as feminizing. I also enjoy when Adonis acknowledges that I am a boy. It’s confusing, but both speak to something in me. I am not fully either and I think that people don’t often think about how Omegas can be both at the same time.

I don’t deserve that or him, with how incapable I am. I don’t have girlfriends. I keep pets. Literally women who sign a piece of paper that says they obey me, and even those max out in a matter of hours or weeks. So I know it’s me. I know I’m the reason that Tio doesn’t like or trust people. Why he shies away from them and refuses to speak, no matter how I try to encourage it. There are maybe a handful of people that can go near him that he interacts with. So when the woman I was trying to fuck fifty ways from Sunday, goes from sex kitten to ethereal nymph who can understand him..... I felt like a bomb went off, and I got stuck in the freeze-frame capture of it.

What they say hurts, but I try not to listen, so I am surprised when I hear someone say, "Leave her alone.. " "But it's what she is, she is a girl, she should be wearing a dress or skirt, not pants like a boy..." He looks back at me and says, "FREAK!" "I said leave her alone!" The bully curls his hands into fists as his anger clearly rises. He then seems to shake it off, relaxing his hands. He steps a little closer, placing his hand on the wall next to me, whispering, "I will find you later, my little tomboy, and teach you where your place is meant to be..."

I am a warrior just like them, so we have a lot more in common, which also makes me fairly well built and kind of sort of a tom-boy, rough around the edges and stuff but I’m sure you get the picture. I like wearing loose comfy clothing because it keeps unnecessary attention off me and keeps my curves hidden, I'm not one of the attentions seeking type of female in case you hadn't noticed, I am very well built with a beautiful body shape and perfect curves and butt which obviously no one notices because even when I train, I wear track pants and t-shirts rather than sports bra and tights like the other girls do. The girly girls of the pack say I probably don't have a mate and if I do, they are

He gave me a quizzical look and turned to me and then the students to introduce himself. "The name is Macie short is Cie Marshal but don't ever call me, I’m go call you, I’m 16 and totally go fuck you up if you fuck with me". 'So it’s a girl, talk about real tomboys. Wow! This is fascinating' I was king of amused that I didn't think tomboys could be the top bullies of the school. She said her introduction with too much ego and venom. 'Ok! This is going to be harder than I thought. So I have a tomboy and a boy bully to deal with'.

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.

She jumped and ran around the house, and now she's stuck choosing a good outfit to impress Callista, though the entire outfits in her wardrobe were all boyish. She loves dressing like a tomboy because she isn't embarrassed that she's into girls rather than the opposite sex. Fortunately for her, her whole family supports her—including me. I'm her biggest rooter. "If Callista really likes you, I don't think she'd care about your appearance. You love someone not because of their appearance but who they are," Trevor stated, and I admired his words so much. Everything about him was just so cool, unlike Jack who... I shook off the thought from my head.

Whenever I was apprehensive, my knees wouldn't stop shaking. “Sorry, son” I tried to stop the shaking and smiled at him. Mom laughed in amusement. “My grandson is very smart.” For a five-year-old, he was much smarter and more mature. “Do you know your Mom used to have the same haircut as yours when she was younger?” My cheeks reddened in embarrassment. “Mom! This is completely out of the blue.” “Tell me more, granny!” I used to be a tomboy till primary school and kept my hair short. People sometimes — most of the time— mistook me as a boy, and frustrated it was then I decided to get my act together.