The Secret StashThe Secret Stash by StickySteph
James was running out of time. It was already 9:00pm, and he didn't have enough money to buy a ticket to the dance. How else would he get to dance with Cindy and tell her how he really felt about her? There wouldn't be another chance classes will be over soon and he needed an excuse to talk to her. The dance would be perfect; he could be inches away from her and tell her his innermost feelings without a fear of reprisal. It had to be tonight.
He also had to get $10 somehow! But from where? His change jar had been empty for quite some time, in a similar fashion to his wallet. Mom and Dad had gone out for the night, and sis was probably already at the school. Dammit, 9:05! If he doesn't get there soon, Cindy might slow dance with someone else and take off before he even gets there! James was rapidly becoming desperate, he needed $10!
As he was frantically scouring his room for any change he could find, James noticed that his sisters' door was open down the hall. Hey, that's it! Sis
Sissy Shopping StoryOne-Handed Reading: Sissy Shopping Story (TG)Sissy Shopping Story by SissyDemi
"Can I help you find anything?"
The salesgirl's voice startled me a little. I turned and smiled at her, then held up the two tops I had been debating over, one in each hand.
"Actually, yes, you can," I answered, still smiling. "I can't decide which of these to get. Maybe you can help me decide?" The salesgirl nodded and turned her eyes to the shirt I I held out first.
"This one?" I inquired.
It was a lavender stretch shirt, princess seamed with three-quarter sleeves ending in cute turned back cuffs. I already had one similar to it in white, except this one had the longer, more pointed style of collar.
"Or, this one?" I held the second one out for her to see clearly.
This one was a very cute hot pink knit top in a cotton-lycra blend. Very stretchy and form fitting. It, too, had the popular three-quarter sleeves, but these ended in a one-inch ruffle. The neckline was scooped, though not deeply.
"They are both very contemporary styles, ma'am,
MirrorsIt’s a lot of crying and deep breathing. Whenever I sleep, I escape into the world of dreams. When I’m awake, I become trapped in reality.
The mirror taunts me. “Good morning, James! This is how you look right now!”
I look like shit. My eyes are half-open. My red hair is all disheveled, the meticulous styling in tatters after 9 hours on a pillow.
I sit down in the toilet. Not because I have to, but because it makes me feel that much better about myself. Every little bit helps.
Unfortunately, I see a naked young man sitting on a toilet thanks to the mirror’s constant vigilance. Ever mindful of the surrounding environment, it shows off the clothes scattered on the floor as well as the young man they sit around.
As I stand, done with my business, I contemplate the day ahead. “Is there a chance I’ll have to go outside? Do I want to put up with my mother staring at me?” Usually the answers are yes and no, respectively.
So I let the mirror tell