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...

Every year for quite a few years now, I've gone to the Swinging Sixties party at the Oldio-Goodio Restaurant and Dance Hall. They have other annual parties, like the Roaring Twenties and Flying Fifties, and of course, the Valentine's Day Ball, which I sometimes go to--but I never miss the Swinging Sixties. I don't have what it takes to imitate a hipster or any such thing. Last year I went as President Kennedy–a good costu...

Once upon a time, when I was quite young, I dreamed of love and marriage with a good girl. Beauty, sweetness, and kindness filled my dreams. It was painful to me because no good girls would love me, but I refused to give up hope until my parents' marriage crashed and burned. Tremors from the coming earthquake of my parents' disintegrating marriage were already beginning to shake and destroy my dreams, but I tried to ignor...

"You know, Bob," Katie said to me after class, "when we, uh, did it the other day, we never said anything about love." "Uh— I guess that's right, we didn't," I said. "And it was my fault," Katie admitted. "I was flinging myself at you, and it was all about fun and excitement, not love." "That's true," I said. "It was mighty exciting, though." "Oh, yes!" Katie agreed. "But— well, I was thinking. Life isn't just about fun a...

It all started when boys teased me about having "tits" like a girl. I was a chubby boy, and my breasts had budded like a young girl's breasts. Before too long, boys were embarrassing me by telling me I needed to wear a bra! True, my breasts were still quite small compared to all but the tiniest of girls' breasts--but they would have fit quite nicely into a small-cupped bra for girls whose breasts were just beginning to gr...

"Wow, I'm glad that's over with!" said the cute girl sitting next to me in the big university auditorium, after a fairly boring lecture. "I'm ready to have some fun! How about you?" I stared at her in disbelief. I had always been painfully shy around girls, but this girl didn't seem shy around me at all. She was terrifically attractive, too, with long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a round face with full lips, small but p...