Sara stared in the mirror at her breasts. She squeezed them. Hard. She did not care if the damned things bruised. Hell, she wanted nothing more than to cut the fuckers off. But what would that accomplish? Really? He would still be a woman. It was not fair. For as long as he could remember Steve as he thought of himself had felt like a boy...a man. All of t...
Will made it to class a minute late, thanks to Madison. The only seats that were available were at the front so Will quickly sat down in the centre, closest to the lecturer's desk. The lecturer herself gave him a look similar to Madison's. She clearly didn't enjoy people turning up late and Will took note. He also realised how good she looked. Mostly dresse...
Cinematic female-to-male impersonations have usually been meant to fool the characters on-screen but not the audience, which is typically in on the ruse. Critics have often raised the question of whether a woman can play a mature man with enough conviction to deceive the other characters (except in farce). Indeed, girls and women have more often been deploye...
"It" slithered through my door. It was heavy, I felt the floorboards sag and heard them creak as it shuffled into my residence carrying crates. Rations, they were. What did snakes eat? Birds? Rodents? Because that was what it looked like, a giant, vaguely man-shaped snake. It was large, far taller than a man, and where its torso ended a long, winding tai...
TRANSCRIPT OF PENELOPE WALDEN'S ADDRESS TO THE MIT WOMEN IN SCIENCE STUDY GROUP, MARCH 22, 2009: Greetings, ladies! I can't tell you how gratified I am to be here with you today. And not because I simply like hearing myself talk, either. [laughter] No, I'm gratified to be in the presence of so many young women who, like me, share an interest in the sciences...
Steeves Volmar Cherenfant here. A big and tall, openly bisexual Haitian-American writer, college student and activist living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Also known as the City of Champions. The heat is blazing and like every other Brockton resident out there this summer, I'm just trying to have some fun. The Brockton Fair Grounds, located not far...
"Stephen, have you been pissing me off because it secretly turns you on when I'm angry?" Gladys Osinbajo asked, looking at the big and tall, twenty-something and burly young African-American man who stood before her. Well-dressed and handsome, Stephen Volta decidedly cut an impressing figure. A newcomer to the City of Lagos, Nigeria, by way of Boston, Massac...
Growing up, I had a mad crush on Emmanuella "Manou" Jean-Pierre, the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and tomboyish daughter of one of my father's friends. We used to play together, but Manou was a lot closer to my older sister Annabelle since they were the same age. I was a year younger than them, and in the world of females, that's a monumental difference. Chic...
My name is Amanda Pyeong. I'm five-foot-nine, slender and graceful. Born in the City of Chonju in Korea. On the first day of February 1989 I came into this world. Twenty years later I would move to the City of Ottawa, Canada's Capital, in search of better opportunities. I enrolled at Carleton University, and focused on studying business administration. There...
Serena Williams woke up, and gently stirred on her bed inside Atlanta's top hotel. After the night she had, the tall young Black sportswoman was pleasurably sore. It's not easy being the most dominant player in the cutthroat world of women's professional tennis. A lot of treacherous people are out to take you down. Staying on top takes a lot of intelligence,...