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The Babysitter - Part 5 - Conclusion

After the incidents with Tom and his friend Fred, I decided that I had to be careful. I had acquired a girlfriend and, other than babysitting jobs, I did not appear outside in feminine attire. This was protective camouflage; to the outside world I was just a regular teenage boy.

The Babysitter - Part 2

Author’s Note: This is a continuation of The Babysitter. All of the people who commented wanted me to continue the story. This part starts where The Babysitter ended, so you might want to read that first.

I looked for somewhere to sit, and saw a straight backed chair. I walked over to the chair, and instinctively smoothed out the shorts as if they were a skirt before sitting on the front edge of the chair, my back straight, my knees together, and my legs crossed at the ankles, exactly as my Mother had instructed me to do. This was not lost on Tom’s mother, who was closely watching me. I saw her stare, and gave her a small smile. She smiled in return, but it looked like there was a question in the smile, like why did I sit like that?

The Babysitter - Part 1

“Young lady, you aren’t allowed in the pool without something on top,” commanded the life guard at our community pool. I looked around to see to whom he was talking. “You, yes you,” he added, pointing at me.

“But I’m a boy, not a girl, so I don’t have to wear a top,” I complained.

“Are you sure? Isn’t your name Emily?” he asked.

“No, she’s my sister. We sorta look alike,” I answered.

How Romeo and Juliet Changed My Life - Part I

Steve and Dave have jobs at an amusement park for the summer, which go up in smoke when the park is destroyed by fire. Instead, they end up going to the Laughton Academic Achievement Camp for the summer. Both sign up for drama class not having the faintest idea what it was about, except that it wasn’t PE.

Plus Sizes

Inspired by a comment submitted by TMI Fairy on Wed, 2017/06/28 - 11:57pm:
“Are there fics where the T-girl starts out at 6'3 and 250 lbs? With big feet and a hairy back?”
Well, here it is TMI - my apologies to everyone else

The Jon Boat

A transitioning story as told by a friend

“I don’t like the lightning and thunder,” Carl said in a frightened voice. He moved closer to me, as if I could protect him. His T-shirt was so soaked, it clung to him and was practically transparent. It was then that I noticed what looked like straps over his shoulders. I had no idea what they were.

“Hey, whatca wearing under there?” I asked, pointing to his shoulders. It was too hot to wear even a T-shirt, but wearing something under it made even less sense.

His face began to redden. “Nothing,” he replied.

“No, there’s something,” I persisted.

He just stood there, looking at me. His face was even more red. “If I tell you, you’ve got to keep it a secret. Will you do that?”

“Of course,” I said. Now I was really interested.

He pulled off his T-shirt, and there was some kind of garment there. Not having any sisters, and being rather naive about girls, I had no idea what it was. “What is that?” I asked.

“A camisole,” was his reply. I could see that it looked like something a girl would wear, but the word “camisole” meant nothing to me.

The Chorister Part 3 - Conclusion

Jenny (Jeff) and Amy explore consequences and look for compromies.
The final part in the Chorister story (unless you want more, and I can figure out how to make it flow.

The Chorister Part 2

Jeff, as Jenny, auditions, and has to buy a gown for the performance. It needs to be altered, and Jenny and Amy asks Jenny's mother for help.

Author’s note. I enjoyed writing The Chorister, and because of the favorable comments, I decided to write a sequel. You may want to read The Chorister, but it is not absolutely necessary

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