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Jenny is More Tiresome Still
"Why aren't you ready yet?" Jenny demanded, plonking her straw boater on her head. Wanting very much to grumble I struggled into some clean white underpants, tugging them up as fast as I could. I couldn't stand the way Jenny always smirked when she watched this! Yes, they were no different from the ones she wore, but it wasn't like I could help that! Throwing off my tee I grabbed quickly for a short-sleeved shirt, hoping against hope this morning she'd say nothing, but -
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Jenny Continues to be Tiresome
If I'd thought I had troubles, Jenny knew a boy her age who wasn't allowed to wear underpants because of his family's beliefs. As she herself was from quite a weird family, except for her little sis of course who was still my good friend, I guessed it followed the families they knew would be the same. It was funny in fact how nice and ordinary Emily and Suzette were!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Memories of Kerry, Chapter Two
Wow, underpants sure came in bright colours these days! I stood and gawped, dumb with envy as the three boys stripped out of their clothes and splashed about in the fountain. Bright green, and bright blue...! And all my underwear was white, I thought jealously. How I longed for a dark-blue pair like the third boy's, I'd feel so grown-up.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Memories of Kerry, Chapter One
Of all the people to bump into at the corner-shop! I'd only gone there because I was furious and needed to calm down. Still, a cheeky smile from Kerry would have cheered anyone up. She was wearing her hair in bunches, and her turquoise top had a hole in it through which you could see her pink bra. Of course, I couldn't help fidgeting over this. Meanwhile, though the first thing she remarked upon was how my choice of clothing hadn't changed!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Into the Phantom Zone
I was still fuming at my girlfriend later that night when I was alone in my room. Eventually though my boy-hormones began to simmer down, and I started to think instead of the new girl. It was a bit more comfortable doing so in my smelly sleeping-pants than it had been in regular underwear, so I stood weakly with my eyes shut and sighed hard, just letting it happen.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Supergirl and the New Girl
"I know I'm not supposed to," I began to my girlfriend, a little breathy and anxious, while carrying her books to the library for her. "But, um, it would be such a help if I could every now and then. Just so I'd be less flustered in gym and maybe get a bit better at it, I mean."
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Supply and Demand, Chapter Three
The Limb Four Incident was in full swing again, with Neetra its sole spectator. She loved the fat tottering boy-grubs of Flaban. They were adorable, barely able to wield a Four Heroes action figure without tumbling and rolling over and over on the pavement. Meanwhile the wavy little glowing girls were pretty by anyone’s standards, though Neetra would have liked them more if they hadn’t all so obviously known it. Finned females and maggoty males bashed their toys together in noisy contentment as late afternoon shaded to evening. Our heroine guessed that was the only hour Flaban children’s schedules so coincided as to allow mixed-gender play.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Supply and Demand, Chapter One
Neetra was in the back seat of Wodding’s space-rover, watching through her window as the short stretch of cosmos between Flaban and the industrial belt passed by. Up in front sat Mini-Flash Robin with tunic-skirt tidily under-tucked, and beside him the great grub himself in pinstriped business-suit, his tank-treaded wheelchair locked securely behind the steering-stick.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Supply and Demand, Chapter Two
Through Technicolor nebula-clouds which scudded over the city-lights of colonies and outposts below, 4-H-N led her all-girl legion. Getting the galaxy’s pants in a twist had been an understatement on the copywriter’s part, for clustered about the foreground to meet this advance head-on were representatives not only of Neetra’s own Nottingham faction, but also the other side of The Four Heroes’ schism. Whatever 4-H-N’s secret was supposed to be, it was apparently of such magnitude as to have driven her from Dylan and her family on Grindotron. No wonder the crisis had since escalated to crazy day-glo accessories and vehicles on all three fronts, with which to either wrest that elusive truth from the quadrant’s favourite bosom or preserve it tucked-up Mini-Flash style where it was. Splashed across a stretch of unobstructed firmament Harbin’s featureless visage surveyed the chaos hugely, crimson eyes aglow.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
