Tomboyish Personality Novels & Stories

Tom caught a glimpse of Adrian as he passed in the hall, smiling under a waterfall of dark hair. He still couldn't believe that this guy was his hero. Deep down he'd known King Cold wasn't a girl. He didn't speak in a feminine manner or act like a girl. Pretending he thought the streamer was a girl was a ploy to stop his mates from calling him gay. 'As if they don't hero-worship big sweaty men on the football field,' Tom thought.

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 feel some regards on me by boys wh

“Of course, I have time to spare for my cute little friend.” “Hey,” She whines, not pulling away however. She knows she is on the shorter side compared to Faye and seen as cute, but there is nothing wrong with that in her opinion. She used to think, back in high school, that she had to act tough. Oh, how wrong she was. She used to dress in muscle shirts and basketball shorts, trying to show off how in shape she was and how she could be a tomboy. She thought she was convincing everyone that she was strong even if she was a woman. But it didn’t save her, it didn’t hide anything.

TREY Who does tomboy think she is? Some goddess that I will bow before and beg for her forgiveness? Beg her to listen to me? No. Not Trey. I don’t explain myself to people. Especially not women and she won’t be the first I will do that to. She is annoying. Irritating. Stubborn. All the names you know there. And she expects me to explain to her who Amara is. To start telling her how I met Amara and what we had. I may as well write a list of the people I have banged and all their details and give it to her.

Alex figured that they could switch places if they really wanted to, if they had even remotely had the same personality, that is. Alex was quiet, bookish, and enjoyed playing video games with her friends, Kenny, Bear, and Eric. She didn't wear girly clothes, but wasn't a tomboy either. Toni just seemed to advertise it more. Toni was in touch with how she looked, and she flaunted it, using it to get her way when coercing Alex didn't work for her. Toni was outgoing, flirtatious with absolutely everyone that wasn't related to her, provocative, outrageous, and every other outgoing word you could throw at her. She was downright infuriating at times.

She is none of those. She has a lower tone of voice than that of a normal girl. She’s not petite, she is always described as muscular by others who see her. She is not shy— she’s brave, she fears nothing and would always dare to be courageous and bold, she would always dare to break the barrier. She is strong, she is capable of doing things on her own, especially things that usually need the help of a male. She is not dainty, she is far from that. She considers herself as a warrior who is willing to step up on a challenge.

I've never had a female friend per se. I grew up wearing more pants than dresses. I played Need for Speed more than I played Doll House. For fuck's sake I played Fifa with the boys and god forbid I enjoyed it like it was a blast. I grew up a boy. It was only when I started PMSing that I realized I was more of a boy than a girl. Not exactly a common thing to be somewhat of a tomboy with a fat ass. I had to find my way around feminine stuff and everything female. But I was happy. I was having the time of my life. With my best friends who always had my back.

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 slid down to the floor, back against the wood, and buried my face in my knees. I had always been the good girl. Twenty-three years old and I still blushed at the mere mention of anything intimate. My late mother had drilled purity and modesty into me from the cradle. I had never watched anything forbidden. Never let myself imagine what happened between men and women behind closed doors. The little I knew came from awkward health class diagrams — until Bianca and Miranda came along and stripped away whatever values my father still allowed. But since my wolf had awakened… she had been pushing me further and further beyond those carefully built walls.

We learn in a group and improve together. A week of difference is seen. Last week's Jasmine was dainty and protected, but at present Jasmine is more or less a tomboy and I like it that way. It suits her too. She told me she wanted to be a tomboy anyway. But... the shocking fact comes to me when I discover only today, that her companions are no one but the chilli bomb and her minions. Ugh. Out of so many choices... it's her. I even forgot her name.