Chapter 1: THE TATTOO 7:15 am. Alarm beeping. A terrible headache caused by mild sleep deprivation. What a great way to start the first day of my last semester of high school. The sizzling smell of bacon, eggs, and toast waft into my room from downstairs. Huh, it looks like my dad still hasn’t left for work yet, which was rare. I debate whether I should hop into the shower to wash off the drowsiness, but then my stomach g...

*This chapter contains no sex scenes. Prologue I, Quentin Noel, am a proud nobody. As a senior in high school, with no real friends or any particular long-term career plans in mind, some may even be inclined to describe me as a total loser. And they would be right. And I wouldn’t even fight it. Why? Because I’m an optimist at heart. There are perks to being the invisible kid at school. It humbles you, and high school is h...

Michael pointed my cock at his stomach just in time for me to shoot. Oh, Jesus! He stroked me from base to tip until I had emptied myself. Looking down, I couldn't believe the mess I'd made. My cum covered his belly up to his chest.  As I was struggling to come back down to Earth and comprehend what had just happened, he pointed his cock towards himself, and his cum mixed with mine. He grunted too, seemingly feeling good,...

"Boy, look what you done to your mama!" While Mama stood there sobbing, Daddy stomped towards me and grabbed a fistful of my shirt, yanking me towards him. "You and me gonna go spend some time in the shed," he spat in my face.  But, I wasn't a little boy anymore. I twisted his hand away and stood my ground, but my feet struggled not to run. "Daddy, in case you haven't noticed, I'm quite a bit bigger than you now and I ain...

Like most people, they find the internet is a way to explore their sexual desires in private and with anonymity.  I had no one to talk to about my need to wear women’s clothing. I didn’t know how to explore my sexual feelings and desires other than the web. I was still deep in the closet, and my parents wished I stayed in there forever. Luckily my family wasn’t very clingy, and they left me alone in my room for the most p...

Disclosure Take Off My flight to Ann Arbor was booked as Alex, so I travelled dressed as a boy. My briefs ill-fitted my round behind and my jeans slid from my slim waist. I flattened my boobs with an ace bandage and wore a bulky Wolverines sweatshirt. I barely resembled the photo on my real California driver’s license, my transition had taken a turn toward androgyny and beyond. Could I pass at TSA as Alex? My mom had book...

By default on the day we’re born We’re labelled up as straight That really puts the pressure on If you find a same sex mate   There’s a fork up in the road ahead I have to choose my way Stay as I am and live a lie Or come out that I'm gay   I have to tell my parents first I don't know what to say I’m not sure how they'll take to it The fact I feel this way   They’re from a generation Where the subject was taboo Our little...

February 21, 1996 Clang. The basketball impacted on the front of the rim and ricocheted away at an odd angle. “Damn it!” Tracy yelled out as someone passed the ball back to her. She dribbled several more times, raised the ball once more… clang. Another miss. Tracy couldn’t shoot free throws. She had always been miserable at it—ever since she was a girl playing little league. Now, here she was a freshman on the college bas...