"Ok, I was wrong I guess. Thanks for letting me borrow one of your dresses Ashley."

Jessie gave her a big hug. He was so lucky to have such a great friend.

"Damn you are sexy!" Ashley replied as she reached under his dress and pinched his ass.

"Hey! Stop that!" Jessie yelled embarrassed and a little surprised at how easy it was for her to reach up under his skirt.

The information displayed below, is only accurate through what has been published to date. I will update it (if I remember) as new information is revealed in the story.

"My boob...you hit my boob...and it hurt," Jessie complained once again. He didn't know why he had to repeat himself...it was pretty apparent that she had hit his breast.

"I really didn't mean to hit your breast...I know how much that hurts," Ashley apologized. She was amazed at how he suddenly was aware that he had breasts but didn't realize that boys don't have breasts.

"I know it was an accident. I was trying to take it easy on you cause you're a girl and I'm a guy but dang you don't fight fair!" Jessie said sarcastically.

"Well maybe I'm not used to the boy's I fight having boobs that get in the way," Ashley responded pushing the envelope a little.

Halloween — Final Chapter
October, 2008

Making waves
By Alyssa Plant

What happens when a really good plan meets with its arch nemisis: Being put into action. A tale of One girl's self discovery, love, and swashbuckling on the high seas.
Part One.

Anne looked up and brushed a stray bit of hair out of her eyes, a little surprised at the sight that confronted her. Two dapper gentlemen, one quite elderly, but both a bit long in the tooth, stood there proffering completed applications. It was obvious they were both nervous and equally obvious that they were a couple from the way the younger both clung to the older and supported him.
 

“You ready for this” she said with a sly grin.

As I went to speak her mouth moved forward and planted itself on mine her tongue moving inside at the same time a bit shocked it took me a minute to realise what she was trying to do before I responded back to make it look like a passionate kiss, once more form the corner of my eye I could see the two guys this time mouth’s open as they stared at the scene before them. As the music stopped we broke the kiss and hand in hand began to walk back to the booth.

As we got there I said, “How about another drink guys, this is thirsty work”

"So what do you want to do?" Jessie asked. He felt a little uncomfortable being in the same room with such a pretty girl. He always thought of himself as the man but his nerves were getting the better of him.

"Well I think I should give you a makeover," Ashley replied as she pulled out her makeup box.

"A makeover? What do you mean?"

"Well you have to trust me ok? I want to have some fun with you."

"What's wrong?!?? What's wrong???!? What the hell is wrong with me??!!? Why am I dressed like this?!?? What...What the hell!!" Jessie frantically screamed as he noticed he was wearing a bra...He did manage to pull down the straps and get it off, only to be floored by what he saw...the visual site of two fleshy mounds protruding from his chest!

"Ouch! Try to be gentler," Jessie cried, although he found Scott's touch surprisingly comforting.

"Okay, I'm just rubbing your leg to see if I can lessen the pain. It looks like you may just get a small bruise from this," he replied as he caressed her nylon covered leg. Her soft skin coupled with the silky feeling of the pantyhose was enough to send Scott over the top. "Those pantyhose you have on must be bulletproof! They saved you from any broken bones," he joked.

Just then Jessie realized that this boy had found out that he was wearing pantyhose. What must Scott think of him? Oh crap! The pantyhose were not noticeable from afar but up close they were apparent... especially since Scott was touching them! How was he going to handle this? A boy wearing pantyhose??? What if Scott got the wrong impression that he was gay? Was Scott going to kick his ass or treat him like Jason did?

Chapter 2 Mistake at the Hospital

After a relatively light lunch, Tom asked to take Mima to feed the ducks. I agreed on the condition he wrap her up warmly, it was really cold, a raw penetrating cold. As he left I told him I was going to be busy for an hour or so, and winked at him. His face broke into a broad grin. Stella appeared, lagged to the gills, and went with them, carrying the remains of a stale loaf.