The small plastic yellow container with its childproof white top sailed through the air. It was a pill bottle and if you looked hard enough you could make out premarin 1.25mg with the dosage label stating take one pill 3 times daily.
The pill bottle hit the lilac colored wall of the kitchen followed soon after by two more small bottles in a wide pattern no where near the trash container. The person that threw them having never been a athletic person had a really bad aim.
Submitted by Andrea Lena DiMaggio on Sat, 2012/05/12 - 7:41am
by Andrea Lena DiMaggio
Rien qu'un petit espace
Une toute, toute petite trace
Un petit mal qui reste en moi
Tout c'que tu detestes
Je prends ma petite place
D'un trait de larmes j'efface
Les souvenirs terrestres
Qui trainent dans ma veste
I was reading another story of "petticoat punishment in girls school" When my muse decided that this should be part of the story. Oh well what can you do?
The young girl stomped down the hallway her black Mary Janes making an unusual clacking sound as she was visiably upset. She turned eventually into a dorm room and closed the door making sure it was as secured as possible via a screw trick she had learned in another life.
Submitted by dorothycolleen on Sat, 2012/05/05 - 12:16pm
At long last, it was her turn, and she woke the Body early, bursting with energy like a kid on Christmas morning.
She got up, and looked at the Body in the mirror, and frowned as she felt whiskers on the face. She went and grabbed the electric shaver, and put it to the face, but then the hands started shaking, and she cried to Him for help.
He sighed, and said, “Let me.”
He took the hand and steadied it, and then shaved the face with practiced ease, and then gave the hands back to her.
Submitted by Kristina L S on Fri, 2012/05/04 - 10:57pm
by Kristina L S
Strength or weakness is sometimes an elastic concept. It's easy to judge at a distance. Should you try to hold on to that fleeting bubble of beauty and joy or human warmth despite the pain that may accompany it?
Today is the day! I'm wearing my normal clothes and I'm going to prove to Mom and Dad that they made a mistake. I am not a boy but their daughter.
I'm wearing my favorite pleated skirt, black tights, white blouse with the peter pan collar just like I see those girls wear to that school I so want to attend. But I cannot because Mommy and Daddy keep trying to make me a boy.
It hurts so much when they call me a boy! Even that name Dalan hurts it's not my real name. I don't know what my real name is as I haven't let myself think that way for some time.
Did you ever contemplate murdering someone? I have! My older and much too devious sister Megan was number one on my hit list. Well, Megan and three of her friends i.e. Mary Beth, Susan and Emily, Emily being the most devious of them all!
Submitted by Bailey Summers on Sun, 2012/04/29 - 4:21am
Tilting at Air-conditioners.
I heard this a lot y’know. “You’re so pretty and talented you should be a cheerleader!”
My Name is Stacy and I live in hell.
Well not quite hell but out here in the suburbs it’s kind of the same thing. I’ve even sort of grown up in hell.
Mom’s a housewife and that’s all good and everything and Dad works in a bank and we’re well off. Even with that whole banking thing we’re still kind of rich, definitely upper upper middle classed. See Dad was the quarterback of the high school team and he was that guy that was the sports star and hero. My dad’s not a hero he’s a lucky jock.
The rain droned on endlessly outside. The darkened basement broken by flashes of lightning.
"Blasted stupid internet provider they cannot get anything fixed properly, I told them like 8 times already that it wasn't working whenever it rained."
The now dead line to Rachel was no use listening too. The phone click signaled the hang up, unlike the old days of rotary phones with the handset today it was just a simple click of a button and you were done. The conversation replayed out in her head.
"Why does Rachel Insist I am a girl?" was said outloud.
Submitted by dorothycolleen on Sun, 2012/04/22 - 2:12pm
Danni Chambers reached for the small plastic object on the desk, and then pulled her hand away as if it had been burned.
She put her one hand on top of the other, trying to stop the trembles that started at the tips of her fingers and went all the way to her core.
It was just a piece of plastic, after all, an innocent object. In fact its presence here represented the best news of her life - she was finally whole, complete, and its purpose was to make sure that the newest opening in her body remained .... open.
Submitted by Tanya Allan on Mon, 2012/04/16 - 4:58am
A short story by Tanya Allan (originally published in Issue 37 of TRANSLIVING MAGIZINE. It had to be short, due to the restricted space in the magazine)
Copyright 2012 Tanya J. Allan
By all accounts, John Granger is a fit and healthy man, a meticulous graphic designer in a good job. He has an attractive and bubbly girlfriend called Samantha, whom is well liked by the neighbours. On the death of his mother, he inherits the family home, so has everything going for him.
He is reported missing, believed murdered. The only suspect is his girlfriend.
Submitted by Charlotte on Fri, 2012/04/13 - 8:48am
The beach picnic was almost surreal. Even as it was happening, I knew it was one of those events that would be lodged in my mind for decades to come.
Author's Note: To celebrate Big Busts' tenth year, I have decided to republish all my Big Busts' stories which are not already on Big Closet, which I'll do at intervals throughout the year. I have decided to also include this one, although it does not actually incorporate Big Busts products. Still, it was written in a similar vein.
It's worth saying that this, like most other of my stories, is meant to be fun (and I don't think there's enough of it on this site) often combined with sex and mayhem. Whether you're a new reader of my stories, or you have read them before, I hope you sit back and enjoy, without becoming too serious about it all.
Dreams and nightmares never bear much resemblance to reality, do they?
I was dozing on the couch in the living room at home, not really tired, but it was a wet, cold Saturday morning, which didn’t give me any incentive to do anything or go anywhere. I must have drifted off.
Submitted by Bailey Summers on Fri, 2012/03/30 - 4:11am
Seme & Uke.
The year is 2097 and this is an odd little story about two odd people who find themselves and enter that adventure called love.
I never fit in.
I’ve felt like a freak for as long as I can really remember.
Why well lots of reasons but I’m a child of The Human Immunity Immunization Vaccine. Like this drug a long time ago in the past called Thalidomide the HIIV compound got rid of HIV and Aids but there were side effects, birth defects and chromosome mutations.
Submitted by Ellie Dauber on Sun, 2012/03/25 - 4:27pm
by Ellie Dauber
"Mr. Foreman, have you reached a verdict?" The jury foreman rose. He
was an older man in a plaid work shirt and jeans. He looked nervously
about the court room, his eyes never resting on Jenny or her parents
sitting nervously behind the District Attorney's desk.
Jenny Benton was a slender seventeen year old, her blonde hair done in a
pony tail that hung down well below her shoulders. She wore a pale blue
blouse with matching skirt and belt, light blue sneakers with matching
socks, rather than hose and heels. The outfit was intended to make her
Submitted by dorothycolleen on Wed, 2012/03/21 - 11:40pm
Tears in a Bottle
One night, as I lay weeping in my bed, I fell asleep, and began to dream. In my dream, I was lifted up and passed through the gates beyond this life. Once there, I was attended by beings so vast and powerful I felt such shame just being in their presence I could hardly stand it.
But then He came, and I felt much worse.
It wasnt any particular sin that gave me pause, but everything about me was just so small and petty I expected Him to look at me with disgust.
Submitted by Johnny Cumlately on Wed, 2012/03/07 - 2:41pm
Fiction by Johnny Cumlately.
Tomorrow will be my 40th birthday. I have a reasonable chance of surviving to see my 80th, so on that basis I am half way through my life. Tomorrow will also be a significant date for another reason. For the first half of my life, I have been male. For the second, I will be female so I have particular reason to celebrate.
Submitted by Johnny Cumlately on Mon, 2012/03/05 - 6:48am
Civil War Casualty
Fiction by Johnny Cumlately
I should never have gone to that godforsaken country, but I needed the money. I signed a two year contract with the National Oil Company at a salary twice what I could earn at home and found myself the only expat in a team of 12 men on a remote drilling rig miles into the desert.
Submitted by Johnny Cumlately on Mon, 2012/03/05 - 6:37am
Winter break. Part 1.
Fiction by Johnny Cumlately
I was due a few days holiday to be taken before the end of the year. It was already mid November and the nights had closed in. I did not want to fly off to foreign parts and the papers were full of adverts for short winter breaks. A city rather than a remote rural hotel made more sense and I chose Newcastle because I had never been there and it seemed to offer plenty to do and see even if the weather was wet and cold. I booked a good city centre hotel and decided to travel up by train.
Submitted by Angharad on Fri, 2012/03/02 - 11:31am
Some days I love my work, others it’s a bind. I probably work too many hours and have too little fun. I live well, and am quite wealthy, although the future doesn’t seem as rosy as it once did.
My great grandparents established a shop in this town, over a hundred years ago, my grandparents expanded it several times and my own father turned it into a department store employing a hundred staff.
Submitted by Maeryn Lamonte on Tue, 2012/02/28 - 5:09am
A Path Less Travelled
by Maeryn Lamonte
Damien's wife can't cope with his cross dressing. She gives him an ultimatum, either the clothes go or she does. Damien's not prepared to give up on their marriage yet, so persuades her to accept a compromise, a different route that might work out better for both of them.
Submitted by Vanessa Danville on Sat, 2012/02/25 - 6:17pm
by Vanessa Danville
I helped him with his shoes then held his little light blue jacket open for him and watched as he slid his arms into the sleeves, as I zipped it up the Hello Kitty logo on the chest of the jacket seemed to wink at me. It looked like it might rain so I pulled his hood up then lead him outside.
It was just a 10 minute drive so we only got to listen to a couple of Disney songs before we turned the car into Auntie Karen’s street and then pulled up outside.
I lead him up the path with a nervous knot in my stomach, were either of us really ready for such a drastic change?
My sister Sherry and older brother Jack usually called Jackie had just culminated a bet, agreeing to allow my sister and her friend, Donna to dress me like a girl, so that I could appear on stage with them on Saturday night.
The girls grabbed me, and dragged me out of the garage and into the house.
As they draggedme away, I wondered how I got into this predicament and I feared the consequences.
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Wed, 2012/02/22 - 9:56pm
Most people know the name Edgar Rice Burroughs from his most popular character "TARZAN". Burroughs did have several other characters with John Carter being his first, appearing in a serialized story in a 1912 pulp magazine called The All-Story under the title Under the Moons of Mars. The story was renamed and published as a book called A Princess of Mars. Now out of copyright, the first five books are seeing adaptations of ERBs first hero.
The story is written as pulp fiction and is an attempt to copy the writing style of the early twentieth century. As in most of ERB stories, the heroes are strong, faithful, and valiant; the women are beautiful, virtuous, and adored; while the villians are cruel, cowardly, and despicably evil. In the end good always triumphs over evil.
Submitted by Anon Allsop on Tue, 2012/02/21 - 1:50pm
You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of the imagination. Next stop: THE TWILIGHT ZONE. - Rod Serling
The Book - A TWILIGHT ZONE story
By Anon Allsop
Mark Faylor had an ongoing vendetta against his sister, he wanted to dig up dirt on her and make her life miserable at home with their parents. He thought he found just what he was looking for, when he uncovered a strange old book hidden under her bed. Unfortunately for Mark, he's about to find out what happens, when you snoop around the dark recesses of... THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
Submitted by Maeryn Lamonte on Mon, 2012/02/20 - 5:39pm
Luck be a Lady by Maeryn Lamonte
Charlie's been invited to a stag party at a casino. He's been given a hundred pounds worth of chips to gamble away as he likes, but he's really not interested.
Then he meets an attractive young woman with startling green eyes. Maybe she'll change his luck, but how much?
There's a bit of crude language in this one, but other than that no caution necessary – unless of course you're allergic to controversy. I think I may have found a hornet's nest in this one and poked it with a stick. I'm looking forward to the comments on this one and hoping I don't upset anyone too much.
Scratch that earlier comment on the word count. MS Word put the initial value at just over 10,000 and I've since managed to bring the number down to 9,996.
Submitted by The Last Boy Scout on Mon, 2012/02/20 - 8:18am
(My Submission for the short story contest, It just called out to me this last week while I had some time at work. I had a lot of fun writing it and hope you have some fun reading it. Though I had to cut words like they were my children to get it under 10,000.)
Someone has taken one of the few things I hold precious, and I intend to get her back. I have wrecked worlds, scattered tribes, slain dragons and stolen princess from sleeping Elven Kings. I have laid armies to waste and led them to victory, I have crushed spirits and captured souls, and some of that was against people I liked.
Submitted by Maggie_Finson on Sun, 2012/02/19 - 10:03pm
I am the Lady of the Lake. I tempt, I attract, I play. I am death in a beautiful guise. What you wish, I am, I will be, and will give you pleasure as you've never known. I will make your dreams come true.
Submitted by Terry Hansay on Sat, 2012/02/18 - 5:14am
I have Gynecomastia
By Terry Hansay
Chapter One of Two, Enjoy…
I am 19 years old and have gynecomastia. I just saw my doctor and she explained what I have. I am sick, emotionally sick to hear this. I can’t believe my chest has developed so much and the doctor says I will develop more, that I have this disease.
I am a little overweight and that is what I thought was my problem, why my chest was bigger than normal. I started hurting around my upper chest and went to my doctor.
Submitted by Maeryn Lamonte on Thu, 2012/02/16 - 7:37pm
by Maeryn Lamonte
In a world where population, poverty and crime are spiralling out of control, the future looks bleak. Given the choice would you elect to live in the real world as it fell into chaos around you, or would you take the opportunity to live out the remainder of your life in a virtual paradise.
Of course there may be some additional benefits to taking the virtual option...
Submitted by Anon Allsop on Wed, 2012/02/15 - 12:24pm
You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of the imagination. Next stop: THE TWILIGHT ZONE." - Rod Serling
The Miracle - A TWILIGHT ZONE story
By Anon Allsop
Nash was a foster child who cared deeply for everyone around him...so deeply that in grief, he was transported beyond that of his own life! Just how do you investigate a death that happens inside...THE TWILIGHT ZONE?
Submitted by Charlotte on Tue, 2012/02/14 - 12:55pm
Synopsis: Three girl students decide their friend, Stevie, has a dangerous passion for Lecherous Len, the manager at the bakery where they all work. Surely, they're only doing her a favour by exposing his weird behaviour, even if they do have to trick him into it.
Author's Note: My very first Big Bust story was published in 2002, and products from the Big Bust shop have continued to feature in many of my stories ever since. Set in the fictional English seaside town of Seacombe, Big Busts products are considered state of the art by men who want to look like women, even when naked.
To celebrate Big Busts' tenth year, I have decided to republish all my Big Busts' stories which are not already on Big Closet, which I'll do at intervals throughout the year.
Submitted by Jill Micayla on Mon, 2012/02/13 - 2:33pm
I originally wrote this for storysite and decided to amend some errors. The original Story changed immensely and is told from a different point of view other than first person
Two boys discover they are more alike but never had let the other know. One boy is model of feminine attire the other boy just enjoys dressing as a girl and unsure of herself when she begins to find her friend very attractive.
Submitted by dorothycolleen on Fri, 2012/02/10 - 8:32am
“Steve Austin, astronaut, a man barely alive...”
You can blame my grandfather for the fact I know that line. Its from a TV show from the dark ages called “The Six Million Dollar Man.” He likes to tell me he worked on the show.
Over and over again.
Somehow, he ended up with a lot of memorabilia from it too. A whole pile of props, mostly examples of the “bionic” parts. He also has copies of all the scripts, and worst of all, copies of film he er... liberated from the set.
I giggled as I raised the spinning mower blade all the way up and put it into forward. In front of me the Gardener laid vainly trying to roll out of the way. He wouldn’t make it. Absolutely amazing the poisons found in ordinary household products.
Submitted by Hope Eternal Reigns on Sun, 2012/02/05 - 4:41pm
My story has a blurb and this is it. I believe that story blurbs should lure the reader into a false sense of urgency to read the story that follows. This urgency should be SO strong that NOT reading the following story becomes a total impossibility. So without further delay; I present the story you have all be WAITING for.
She sat on the steps just upstream of the bridge. Two hours now, as the Ouse roiled and surged round the old stone and debris span in the eddies. Soon, perhaps, the flood markers in the pub downstream would need another notch, and the gardens to her right would be submerged. Winter rains, winter floods, who gave a shit, really? All part of a world she had tried to engage with, that had spurned every attempt she had made to join. The light was fading slowly on a miserably grey and washed out February afternoon, and as it went, so would she. There was only so much strength given to a person, she thought, and when that was gone, so were they.
Submitted by Andrea Lena DiMaggio on Sat, 2012/02/04 - 1:40pm
The glow of the laptop cast an eerie pall on Jeremy Armetta’s face. He peered at the screen and shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. Ironic that illumination gained such a painful meaning, but ultimately was to his benefit. He looked down at the book he had open in front of him next to his laptop and shrugged his shoulders. Whoever said that always being in the ‘right’ was a good thing didn’t know what they were talking about. He closed the book and shut the laptop before turning back toward the bed where his wife slept. What she had told him wasn’t the right thing to do as far as he knew but what she said to him still felt right…. ”Call our Son.”
Submitted by dorothycolleen on Thu, 2012/02/02 - 12:59pm
A Cry in the Dark
Author's note. This is a sequel to "You", and has some tough emotional moments, including the allusion to a sexual assault. Read with care.
It was quiet in the hospital, with only the soft sounds of the machines to keep the girl in the bed company. Once in a while a nurse would come in, but otherwise, the girl had no visitors. This gave the girl a chance to think, especially about how she ended up here.
It started with one tragic fact. Although she knew she was a girl, to the people around her, she appeared to be a boy.