Francesca Young and Tracy Lane

The Day the Boys Danced

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In the golden haze of a small-town spring, two thirteen-year-old boys step into their sisters’ shoes — quite literally — and find themselves at the heart of a sold-out dance show, dressed in feathers, petticoats, and the bright, bewildering light of the stage.

After a successful first 'girl practice', Annie summons Jamie back to her house for round two. But can he handle being 'Juliette' in public?

Crescendo

Groaning in abject humiliation, 'Nessa peeled her sheer cotton panties down to her knees, revealing her sleek, naked bottom-cheeks to her step-father. She wept in undisguised shame, tears glistening on her cheeks like liquid diamonds. She hated being spanked like a naughty little girl; it was degrading beyond all description –

Especially since she'd been born a boy.

There were a lot of tranzies around Ridgewick these days. Seemed like every second kid you met was one - although you probably wouldn't have known, not unless you'd lived here all your life. Half the time, you hardly noticed they were even there...

I suppose it must have come as something of a shock for The Boy Next Door. He and his family had moved in only a few weeks before, and when his mother sent him over to borrow a cup of sugar, the last thing he expected to see was a pair of firm, young bottom-cheeks staring him dead in the face.

Yeah, I know that sounds crazy, but I've always thought the cancan was an extremely sexy dance; the idea of whirling across a stage with my skirt raised to my chin made my heart race every time it crossed my mind...

There were a lot of tranzies around Ridgewick these days. Seemed like every second kid you met was one - although you probably wouldn't have known, not unless you'd lived here all your life. Half the time, you hardly noticed they were even there...

He was not expecting to lose

I practiced daily as I can and jammed with Dad at least twice a week picking up a cord sequences here and there. Travis remained my instructor; he was comfortable with my working with Dad, saying I was progressing well.
Dad shared he leaned things, which helped him as well. While Dad became my biggest fan and encouragement, Mom would take time as well on the keyboard. He would usually use the bass guitar when we jammed and his acoustical guitar if he was trying to teach me something…

A while back I had separated from my husband and moved in with my friend Debbie. I wasn't sure how long I would be there, but had an open invitation to stay as long as I needed.

Debbie had an older house in the Village that she was renovating into several apartments. It was perfect.