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How Far Away Is Canada: June 2010 Part 1 free porn video
Before getting into the story, first a little side bar...
I am hoping to make this a continual real-time story. In other words
when it is June 2010 in the story, that's when I am writing it and sit
at the mercy of the awesome people in charge of FictionMania. All
feedback, positive or negative, is encouraged.
I understand that this is the world wide web and since I am not entirely
sure what shows air where I would like to briefly explain my tv
references...
Judge Judy is a 30-minute syndicated court room show, where the judge is
an abrasive woman who takes less then no shit from anyone.
Around The Horn is a 30-minute sports roundtable discussion show which
airs on ESPN in America at 5:00 pm eastern time.
Shortly after finishing writing this story longtime UCLA men's
basketball coach John Wooden passed away at 99. I send my condolences
out to his family and friends, none of whom are probably reading this.
How Far Away Is Canada?: June 2010 part 1
by Courtney Brown
Hello readers. Today you have caught me before what is bound to be the
most stressful and nerve-wracking moment in my young life.
My name is Stephen Walton, am 16 years old and this coming August will
enroll as a sophomore at St. Anthony High School here in beautiful
Middletown, Pennsylvania after my Freshman year where I pretty much
stayed under the radar. Good enough grades to avoid the teachers and my
Mom complaining but not so good that I stand out above the rest.
I stand 5'10 and weight 195 pounds. During my freshman year I was
encouraged to try out for the various sports teams, with everyone
assuming, correctly, that I still had a couple more inches of height to
go before I was finished. Despite my love of watching sports on tv I
found that I didn't have the same passion when it came to emulating the
feats that I saw on television and in the arena so I had to pass.
The last day of school ended approximately 30 minutes ago, but I wasn't
there to take in all the festivities. It's an unwritten rule that if you
do not have make-up final exams that you are not expected on the last
day so I decided to *gasp* sleep in until the incredibly late time
of...brace yourselves....8:30 am. Don't you hate that when you are
trying to sleep in you wake up early?
Despite my fairly early wake up call my Mom was already out the door.
Let me sidetrack myself for a minute. My mom, Lisa Walton, is a single
parent of me (duh). She dated her high school boyfriend until one day,
when she was the ripe old age of 19 she became pregnant with someone you
may know. However upon telling my soon-to-be father of this wonderful
news....he freaked out and made a run for it, leaving my mother in
hysterics.
Before going into early retirement, my Grandfather (on my Mother's side
obviously) was the Chief Of Police for the wonderful little town of
Freetown, located 25 miles south of here in Middletown and is one of
those towns where if you sneeze while driving through it you'll make it
through the town before you are done blowing your nose.
Anyhoo, soon after his sudden and emotional departure, my fathers body
was found just outside of town in a ditch. The rumor is a number of
Freetown's Finest didn't take too kindly to him up and leaving behind
his child and re-enacted a scene from Oz 10 years before the show
debuted. (The police beating someone to death scene and not the
simulated rape scene you pervert!)
So now it's just me and my Mom living together. She has had a string of
boyfriends but for various reasons (she has a 16-year old son) they
didn't work out. It's all just the same, at least to me, deep inside she
may be crushed and longing for a man to make her life complete, but she
is a strong woman who doesn't need a man to succeed in life and for that
I am proud of her.
Where was I before going all side track-y? Oh yeah. Anyway my Mom works
downtown at the North East North East Bank (not a typo) as a teller and
is in the process of working her way up in this crazy world. This does
mean, however, that she is long gone by 8:30 in the morning and doesn't
get back until about quarter after 5 in the afternoon. So guess who's
job it is to cook dinner? If you guessed Slappy McGee, you're wrong. Why
in the world would you guess Slappy McGee anyway? I never mentioned a
character named Slappy McGee....
There is a rumor that I have a touch of ADHD, I don't believe it.
I walk into the bathroom to wash my hands and check myself once over in
the mirror. While I am not normally one of those people who must stare
at themselves once an hour, I wanted to make sure everything looked
fine.
I am dressed differently then your typical run of the mill male as I am
wearing a black cotton skirt that ends right above my knee, a short
sleeve pink t-shirt which would normally show off my breasts, except
that I don't have any, am wearing a matching set of basic pink bra and
panties and white ankle socks slipped into plain white tennis shoes. My
brown hair, which isn't unnaturally long for a boy, is pulled back into
a ponytail and tied off with a pink scrunchie. As you may be able to
figure out by now I am a crossdresser.
Although if you look up literal definitions I think it goes deeper then
that. I want to be a girl. I want to go to school in a cute skirt and
blouse. I want to go hang out at the mall dressed as I am now and not
get stared and pointed at.
I will be honest, I am not an incredibly feminine boy. My hair is the
most feminine thing about me. My facial hair came in way too quickly and
causes me to shave at least once every three to four days. I don't
normally walk like a girl or talk with a lisp or anything like that. I
also have a girlfriend, Alice, who was the first person I told about
this. Not only did she encourage me to tell my mother, but she is the
one who picked out this cute little outfit I am wearing and helped me
get ready to boot. I probably wouldn't be standing here dressed like
this without her help. Or I may be but I wouldn't look half as decent as
I do now.
My hair and makeup are done. I am dressed, so I practice walking as I
head down to the kitchen to make dinner. Do you really need a blow by
blow about how I made the lasagna and the garlic bread and the salad? I
didn't either, but I did use this time to practice on my voice, which,
while isn't going to fool anyone anytime soon, is getting better.
It is now 4:30 and my Mom is expected home within an hour. My nerves are
racing so I went to sit down on the couch and watch Judge Judy and the
clock ticks ever so slowly. I once had a teacher who reminded me of
Judge Judy and always wondered what happens when they go home at night.
Can you imagine her daughter bringing over her boyfriend and going
"Billy, this is my Mother, Judge Judy"? I probably would have turned and
ran and ran and ran and ran. How far away is Canada, anyway?
Hey look, the news is on, which means turn to ESPN and watch Around The
Horn discuss the NBA Finals and John Wooden being admitted to the
hospital and I go check on the food.
I sit back down just in time to see the show go to commercial. Just my
luck, eh? Speaking of things that are just my luck I hear the sound of a
car pulling into the driveway. I hear the garage opening and the car
parking. As the Mandelbaum family on Seinfeld used to say "It's go
time". There is no turning back.
I stand up and go to the backdoor as the car stops and my mom gets out.
I watch the door handle turn and the door open as I tell myself to calm
down.
My mom, fresh out of work, enters the house and hangs the car keys up.
She turns and looks at me. I look at her.
To be continued....
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