Tomboyish Personality Novels & Stories

Not all of them were attractive and strong; a couple of them were of the submissive kind like Felicity who was quiet, prim and proper to say the least, and yet not ugly as commonly perceived to those too quiet to say anything because no head will turn anyway. Tess had the tendency to bully other girls, in particular those with weak character. Her parents were loud and assertive. Their bullying was not stereotypical; more of taking advantage of others by way of their strong personality. They’re the ones who don’t know they’re going overboard already. They won’t admit they are.

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?"

“That's totally understandable, I can absolutely relate, I also haven't been in a real relationship with anyone yet." Then it occurred to me that I was a little different from most of my mates. It wasn't an issue of decency but rather, it had more to do with my mentality. I never really saw the need to rush into anything, it just didn't seem like something I should go head first. From the outside, even I knew most people saw me as this Tomboy werewolf because of the way I behaved...and the fact that I was a crosswolf...though I never behaved like a boy but my toughness had led to some calling me that.

This girl basically said i'm fine (that is, me trying to ignore the Tobi part, Tobi is a ho, and he needs Jesus). Masculinity, the almighty Y-chromosome, or whatever unspoken law of the universe says boys do all the talking, line dropping,make all the moves–in Port-harcourt speak–chaiking. Females just stay there, fronting. Really, that's another of the many things i never understood, one of the numerous things i may never understand. All i know is that it feels better to have someone coming at me like this for a change.

#####13 Whatever. I wasn't and will never be afraid of them. I looked around. Everyone else was minding their own business. I don't know why those two nincompoops didn't just do as others and pretend they didn't see me? Clothes, mostly bikinis, were hung in wall wardrobes. I hated such outfits with passion. I, unlike my sister, I am more of a tomboy and I will never change that. They can look at my baggy jeans and baggy shirt or even my snickers as disgustingly as they want but that won't change me. Never.

'Natasha' said as she looked at her with pity. "What do you think about my body and personality then, compared to hers?" Yvonne continued to ask. "Your figures are similar, but she is a little plumper and taller than you. However, in terms of personality, she is very straightforward and she has obviously been raised in a carefree environment ever since she was young. She is naive, romantic, willful, amiable, and easy-going, which makes people feel comfortable to get along with. However, a girl like her could be easily found in the streets. As for you, you are gentle, courageous, and resourceful. You are considerate of other people's feelings and you know when to push or pull back depending o

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..."

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.

Tess For some reason my mum and Dad have never loved or liked the fact that I am anyway close to Tess. Tess was everything they hated, wild, confident, dangerously alluring. The kind of girl whose body made guys forget their own names. Full breasts, round ass, and that effortless sex appeal that turned heads everywhere she went. Alright, I'm not going to lie.. Yes Tess can be naughty, not naughty like extremely naughty, she's the kind of girl with boobs and ass that would make guys turn their neck no matter what.

Tommy Fox looked at me, and that familiar sense of heartache involuntarily surged up. Others may not know, but Tommy Fox, who had experienced it firsthand, vividly remembered the teenage girl of that time—stubborn, rebellious, unruly. The occasional melancholy compared to now was merely the ignorance of youth. Back then, I was distinct and full of character—quiet as a virgin in moments of tranquility, yet lively and exuberant when in high spirits.