This story is completely different from my story “Coming Out” and not in any way connected.
I usually write stories that basicly are nice. This isn't.
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It all began so well. I was coming back very satisfied from camp on a Sunday. I had made camp hell for no less than eight twelve-year-olds. One had even left before the end of camp! My personal record! Tears sweet tears. You’d think I would have been in trouble. Oh, no! I’m good! I know how to bully kids and other weak victims without exposing myself.

Martin's life gets darker.
(Please note the CAUTIONs.)

Circumstances makes it impossible to post this coming Sunday. Early posting is necessary.

Katrina has been talked into going to a party by a few classmates who had more on their minds than saying their last goodbye to those they went to school with. Sometimes youth leads them to do things without thinking of the consequences. Others believe they are above retribution because mom or dad always bailed them out when they did something wrong.

He threw me down on the couch and fell on top of me. Squeezing under my jaw he forced my mouth open and poured the liquor in. Clamping his hand over my mouth stopped me from spitting it back out. I held it in my mouth until he clamped my nose shut and I couldn't breath. I was forced to swallow it. It burned all the way down my throat.

Kyle was laughing as he took his hand off my mouth. "There, now you have joined the party."

Dear clyde, HE KISSED ME, Omg he kissed me!!!!!! Aahhhhhhhhhh, my first real Kiss and it was just as magical as I'd hoped for. Ok well there wheren't any fireworks, and my leg didn't pop but I don't think those things really happen. Tonight was simply amazing, I didn't think he could pull it off but it was definitly the best night of my life. And I kissed a boy!! No... A boy kissed ME! Yes me, of all people, got kissed. I don't think im going to be able to sleep, i'm so excited! Ok, so you probably want to know what happened tonight.

I didn't used to be a girl with a bright future.
I used to be a "loser" at West High.
I used to be a boy named Martin Rawlings.
This is my story.

The Steward shows his mettle

 
Julina of Blackstone
Her Chronicles, Book 2

by Julia Phillips

051 – A Firm Hand

A Love So Bold
by Anon Allsop

The story continues - Hope you enjoy!

-Eleven-

She approached the back of the wagon and began setting things down. After a while, Luttie climbed down and escorted a reluctant Hannah to the back of her wagon. “I’ll hold the little one for you. Get into the clothes I set out for you, everything should be there to give you at least one good outfit suitable for a young woman.”

Standing inside the wagon, Hannah began to reluctantly disrobe. She peeled herself out of the pants and ‘johns’ that Ezrah had worn and hesitated to drag up the drawers that Luttie had picked out. Once it was on, she sighed and picked up the chemise and pulled it over her head.

“Here are some stockings that were hers too…” She said as she tossed them toward Hannah. Hannah sat on the floor of her wagon and pushed her feet into the long stockings. She watched as Hannah stood and drew up the corset.

“I know it isn’t as fancy as you probably wore back in Indiana, but out here you’ll be thankful for the support that it’ll give you. Your back has to be pretty tired with the size of your bosom.”