Dance, Dance, Dance, Amy

A Transgender Mythology Romantacy

Agape Duro Universe

Ten - Buried Alive t

By Jo Dora Webster

Will Denise survive her being buried alive?

Author's Note:  

This book, in its entirety, is available on my Patreon. BCTS will get weekly postings on Mondays to complete it here. Patreon Free Members can read my new complete book by chapters, Things We Do for Love

Dance, Dance, Dance, Amy

A Transgender Mythology Romantacy

Agape Duro Universe

Eight - Sadie Hawkins

By Jo Dora Webster

Will Denise and her friends enjoy the dance?

Author's Note:  

This book, in its entirety, is available on my Patreon. BCTS will get weekly postings on Mondays to complete it here. Patreon Free Members can read my new complete book by chapters, Things We Do for Love

I had always been fascinated by cheerleading, or was it cheerleaders? They were just so cute in their uniforms. So happy and positive. The way they moved. Yes, I really liked cheerleaders. I dreamt about dating one. And then there was the choreography. Yeah, sounds strange for a newly minted high school freshman boy but I had a thing for choreography. I just couldn’t stop watching dance videos. Lately I had started to wonder how to improve the stuff I watched.

Anyway, my fascination with cheerleaders was the reason I was watching the tryouts. I wasn’t the only boy watching. The stands were not exactly crowded but there were a fair number of both girls and boys, mostly boys though, watching the tryouts. Some of the girls down there were good, some not so good. Watching a particularly bad example I just couldn’t keep my mouth shut. That’s a character fault of mine. Speaking before thinking. You know, open mouth, insert foot.

The Other Side of Me – Part 22
by Limbo’s Mistress

The Sunday morning sunshine stirred me into wakefulness and for a few, terribly short minutes, I lay there with my eyes closed, a little smile playing on my face as I thought about the events of the previous evening.

The Other Side of Me – Part 20
by Limbo’s Mistress

After Mike and I had agreed upon a time for them to pick us up, I ended the call. Which was immediately followed up with a barrage of asinine questions from Shelly.

“You have a date? With who?” Her tone was a mixture of concern and surprise.

“Mike North.” I answered, trying to sound far more casual about the subject than I felt. “Well, technically his little brother asked Katie out. Mike has to chauffeur them around so he asked if I wanted to tag along.”

The Other Side of Me – Part 19
by Limbo’s Mistress

I was completely, utterly, and totally speechless.

Of all the things I expected to be revealed when I sat down across from the Kappa Omega head girl, the very last thing on that list would have been the announcement that she knew about the dimensional shift. To say that a whole new twist had been added would be the understatement of the year.

Luckily, I recovered my wits after a few seconds and put on my most confused expression, hoping it seemed sincere.

“Do what?”

Reluctant Diva 29
Inspired by Lipstick Discipline
Chapter 29 – Party time

Reluctant Diva 25
Inspired by Lipstick Discipline
Chapter 25 – Sisters

Debriefings 25

"She can look at herself in a mirror for hours. Can't you, Samantha?"

The parents of a troublesome teenage son finally had enough and sends him for special training. He gets more than she bargains for.

Meine Frau und ich haben eine sehr innige und glückliche Beziehung.

Was uns jedoch noch zum vollkommenen Glück fehlt, ist ein Kind unserer Liebe.

Eines Tages kann meine Frau nach Hause und zeigte mir einen rosafarbenen Ballettanzug mit Tutu und Schuhen für ein ca. 12 Jahre altes Kind.

Als ich sie darauf ansprach, weshalb sie das mitgebracht hat, da wir ja keine Tochter haben, fragte sie mich, ob ich alles tun würde, um mit ihr bis in die Ewigkeit verbunden zu sein.

As I entered the workroom there were a lot of giggles, and even a cheeky wolf-whistle, which Miss Carter let go on for a minute or so for the girls to get most of their joking out of their systems.

“ Right girls, before we start, as you have all noticed, we have a new class member today, Carla. I’m sure that you will all make her welcome."

I was really looking forward to starting high school. For one thing my parents had assured me that this time we would live in the same place for at least five years. This meant that I wouldn’t have to change schools before I graduated. Just imagine, going to the same school for my entire high school experience! So far the only constant factor in my life had been the inconsistency. Ever since we moved from my ”native” Finland when I was two we never had lived in the same place for more than two years. This had really not been good for my social life.

Kaleb was in gym class talking to his friend Kara. The two were both seniors this year but Kaleb felt like he was letting his final year of high school go to waste, telling Kara this she thought the best thing for him would be a change of view on things.

“Ok what are you going to do to me.” Kaleb asked Kara as she led him into the parking lot and out to her car

The parents of a troublesome teenage son finally had enough and sends him for special training. He gets more than she bargains for.

The Other Side of Me – Part 17
by Limbo’s Mistress

As ridiculous as it might sound, I had hoped that Shelly would offer to spend the night with me. After the evening I’d gone through, I wanted the comforting touch of someone who knew the truth about my situation and gave a shit about me.

Unfortunately, soon after our discovery that my absentee phone was currently hanging out at de Casa la Kappa, Shelly yawned and stood up to raise her arms high over her head and bend her back as she performed one of those full-body stretches that indicate exhaustion.

The Other Side of Me – Chapter 15
by Limbo’s Mistress

I stared at my father, feeling even more confused than I was when I bounced across the dimensional divide to find myself in mid-coitus with Danny Morris. Not to mention twice as concerned.

My father’s hand remained firmly planted on my shoulder, and the look in his eyes seemed to suggest he was seriously contemplating physical violence. Which was as much a shock as anything else. I couldn’t remember a single time he’d ever lifted a hand against me.