A lot can happen in a weekend. It was on a Friday evening that Clint had first gone girlish and pretended Belnor Ragnarsson was fucking him like a girl in the shower. Now, on Monday morning, Clint had come up with a girl's name for himself, Cindi--and he was pretty sure he was going to let Belnor know he was Cindi now. Cindi parted her hair in the middle, thinking this would make her look a bit more girlish, and she put o...

Clint Toulouse was supposed to be a manly man, like his namesake Clint Eastwood, but it wasn't working out too well so far. At 16, Clint was a short, plump boy, not a muscular he-man. He did have a manly seven-inch penis, but he also had embarrassing "moobs," also known as "bitch tits." They were beauties, or they would have been if Clint had been a girl--but he often thought about getting rid of them. It would be easy to...

I suppose I shall be a maiden aunt forever! A slow, silent rise and a rather more rapid fall of her paltry, inadequate bosom accompanied this solemn thought of Miss Agatha Goodwin. For more than three years, since her elder sister Perpetua had married at last, Agatha had been known simply as Miss Goodwin. This signified that she, at twenty-nine, was the eldest unmarried daughter of her father, the village parson at Emberd...