Tomboy Fantasy Part-1
#1 of 1,000 Word Challenges
This is the first time I have ever deliberately attempted writing something so short. I saw this idea from another writer here, the idea to create a story in exactly 1,000 words; no more, no less. I accepted the challenge myself, and I have to admit that it definitely was a challenge!
Please, I more than encourage critiques. I'm doing this for the sole reason that it is so far fun, and because it seems a good way to grow as an artist and convey ideas. Your feedback will be gratefully appreciated, more than you can imagine.
Jean was different from all of the other guys in the class, and he always had been. Even though he dressed the same way, acted the same way, even ate the same foods as the rest of them, it didn't make any difference. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't change the way he walked, the way he laughed and the fact that regardless of what he did to try to sing in the boys choir he could never hit a tenner, let alone a bass. But all through primary school he hand been accepted by the other boys. They played with him, hung out and talked with him. And they never asked him about anything when his body started to change differently to theirs. While their chests broadened out in the typical male fashion, his stayed relatively the same as he was when he was younger. His tail filled out more, and his physique diverged from theirs completely in his seventh grade year when he lost all of the angular lines on his frame, replaced by smooth curves along his entire body. His face softened and his fingers became more slender, despite his strength. But he could never get away from the fact that, no matter what he did, how he acted he was different. He was a she. Jean wasn't a boy; Jean was a girl. All throughout her childhood she never saw any difference in her body from that of the boys when she played. They all acted the same, they dressed the same, and a lot of them had the same hobbies and interests as she did. In her mind she had always assumed she was a boy, just like her friends, even when she found out what...or who she really was. That she actually was different from them, but she never let it stop her. They did everything together, went to movies, played hookie from school and even got caught painting graffiti on a wall at night by the cops. She joined their club as a boy, and went through their boys-only initiation(which wasn't that bad, even by a regular girl's standards; it was just eating a handful of worms, but they were seven so it was still kind of nasty when she thought back on it.). They stayed friends in middle school, even when her body started to change and fill out into a more feminine figure. They never questioned her once about why she looked the way she did, and she never asked them about it either. She kept the truth secret from them and everyone around her, except for her parents, but of course they knew. Jean had even managed to convince the principal to allow her to change out for PE in the boys' locker room instead of the girls'. That, she reasoned, was where she must have made her mistake, but sometimes she didn't know for sure. She had never paid much thought to it, quite honestly, because none of the other guys noticed anything; or if they did they never said anything about it. All she knew was that was certainly where everything changed for her.
It was over the summer breaking up the school year between middle-school and high school for everyone that it started to really get hard for her. She never stopped hanging out with her friends, even when her parents warned her that, because she was maturing, it was dangerous if she wasn't careful, but she didn't care. Her chest pushed out from her body as her breasts started to show themselves, finally betraying that she wasn't really one of them, but she was shocked when they didn't care. All the expectations she had created for when they found out turned out to be wrong. They accepted that she was female, and when she fled from them out of embarrassment, her closest friend followed her to her home and spent an entire night comforting her until she fell asleep in his arms. After that they began to notice the way she looked at them, the way that her tail would wag when she was close enough to touch them, and the way she was more shy the closer it got to the end of the summer, and the closer it got to high school. Before any of them knew it they were attending their first year of high school, grouping up before and after school, and during lunch to talk and hang out away from the other freshmen. Jean's vulpine body filled out further through that year into a proper vixen's frame, and with the change she had to deal with the assumed sexuality that males would associate with her. To make matters worse it was acceptable to take a vixen anywhere, even in public, so she was thankful that she had a group of protective friends to help her when things started to get out of hand. Until one of the males closest to her bluffed a claim on her to protect her, she looked at them as friends, but after that she wasn't sure if she was in danger from them, or if she could trust them even more. The male that had said it was Joshua, a Silver fox that lived just down the street from her, and an immigrant from north-eastern Russia who had come over with his parents when he was barely a year old. He was just a two years older than her, but he had always been like an attractive, desirable older-brother to her. She always felt a thrill whenever he touched her, sending her body into rough shivers that sometimes made him hold her to keep her warm. She would push back against him and let out a soft whine, enjoying the feel of his arms around her, and his body pressed up close against hers. So, naturally when her body decided for her what she needed, she knew he was the only one for her.