Hi there. Looking to give a "superheroine in peril" flavor to this ongoing series. Any thoughts would be greatly appreciated!


Her name is Tomasina Boyd. But everyone in Lincoln Heights calls her Tommy. She’s been “one of the boys” for as far back as she can remember: a trophy-winning Little Leaguer, basketball star, and eventually ultra-skilled auto mechanic at Chester’s Garage. No one smacks out a homer or decks a local bully with more confidence than this young lady. But Tommy is seventeen now, and everything seems to be changing in her world. Starting with her own body.

For years, like a mischievous, fun-addicted toddler, she had openly laughed at all those over-endowed and pathetically made-up bimbos from the neighborhood who always seemed to be flaunting their pendulous “goods” in order to attract a guy. Now, virtually out of left field, Tommy has grown a pair of sizable breasts herself. And she’s anything but happy about it.

“Damn!” the dedicated, but hopelessly frustrated female athlete snorts, glancing downward. “These dumb boobies get in the way of everything!” Annoyed at nature’s surprises but stoically resolved to her adventuresome ambitions, Tomasina begins a typical Saturday morning by slipping into a sports bra and some abbreviated, bright blue shorts. Power sneakers complete the formidable picture. Checking herself out in a mirror, Tommy tries to push her female endowments flat against her body, but they stubbornly spring forth again. The teen just rolls her eyes and sighs.

"Daddy always wanted a boy," she thinks to herself, scowling. "Well that's exactly what I am... rugged, athletic, a great fighter, just the way he was!" Gingerly, Tommy flexes both biceps and flashes her meanest scowl. “Cool!” the young woman beams, instantly feeling empowered by her classically formidable stance.

Chin thrust forward, Tommy slams both fists on her hips and takes a fuller look at her sleek self in the mirror. “Watch out, macho creeps,” TB warns aloud, looking very much like a comic book super-heroine with a grudge against bad guys. “Before I’m through, I’m gonna kick your butts – on the sports field or off!” Finally, with an explosion of childlike giggles, a buoyant Ms. Boyd bounds out of her bedroom, down the stairs and into the Saturday sunshine.

It's literally two minutes later. The teenage girl’s legal guardian, a very conservative old-schooler named Aunt Edwina Strictland, is always horrified to enter her niece’s room… not so much because it’s generally sloppy, but because there is absolutely nothing to indicate that it is a young lady's room. Baseballs, footballs, basketballs, gymnast weights, sports trophies, smelly shorts and socks – Ugh! groans the utterly bewildered and turned-off Edwina. But enter this room she must, if for no other reason than to keep a vigilant eye on her tomboy ward's increasingly worrisome shenanigans.

Worst of all is the clothes closet. Almost to punish herself, Edwina swings open the sliding door and regards Tomasina’s “wardrobe” with eye-rolling distain. Uniforms for virtually every athletic endeavor are always hanging proudly, with about a dozen or so track suits kept in reserve. Sports bras, tees, tank tops, shorts, jeans, and denim cut-offs can also be found in abundance, along with sneakers and athletic footwear of every kind. But absolutely no dresses. Not a single one!

Meanwhile, this particular Saturday morning is shaping just fine, almost shining a glow on the neighborhood and its institutions. Lincoln Heights High School has served East Los Angeles for many years, producing a reasonable assortment of notable young scholars and athletes. Just recently arrived in town for a publicity tie-in is transfer student Randy Starr, a handsome, self-confident professional who has already made a name for himself in the exciting world of car racing. A superb sports champion as well, Randy decides to spend his leisurely weekend morning on the Lincoln Heights schoolyard track, running a few laps to keep himself in practice.

“Starr! What are you doing up this early?”

Randy turns, then grins, somewhat patronizing, at the drop-dead gorgeous young female before him. With the morning breeze blowing her magnificent mane of brown curly hair, Tommy Boyd stands defiantly before him in her seemingly patented fists-on-hips stance.

“Ready to take me on, Daddy Long Legs? Or should I tell your fan club you chickened out?”

Cute. And what a waste, Randy can’t help thinking to himself. This spectacular babe should be making love to guys, 24/7, not challenging them to sports contests and combat exercises that can only result in her looking foolish. Still, it’s precisely these “arrested development” aspects of Miss Tomasina Boyd that Randy finds so engaging, so he continues to encourage them.

“Well if it isn’t Tommy the tomboy!” he playfully taunts. Cool TB just raises her left eyebrow and glares at him for a moment. Then she can’t resist breaking into a huge, challenging, absolutely beautiful smile. “Don’t look so happy, Big Boy!" she tells her haughty male competitor. "In a minute you’ll be eating my dust!”

Without missing a beat both young athletes position themselves at the starting line. Seconds later they are off and impressively running… Hair flashing behind her, heart pumping with pride, Tommy speeds across the Lincoln Heights track like a glorious gazelle, leaving Randy far, far behind. The tomboy wins decisively!

But it isn’t very long before Tommy realizes that Randy has allowed her to win, out of what appears to be a misplaced sense of male gallantry. Feminist instincts aroused, Boyd becomes utterly enraged by what she views as condescending and chauvinistic behavior. She grabs Randy with one fist and is about to deck him with the other when he suddenly lunges forward and engulfs her in an amazing kiss!!

Tommy’s eyes bug! Her mind goes blank! This is obviously the naïve young woman’s very first kiss…and it’s like she’s been struck by lightning. Her large brown eyes flutter, then close. Both of her arms, which were just pumping away like pistons, now fall limply by her sides. The teenager’s already large breasts swell invitingly and her nipples harden into mini-missiles. Somewhat comically, young Boyd’s moist lips remain puckered and seem to freeze in that position. Randy, bemused, holds a finger under her chin for a few minutes, and this at least keeps a wobbly Tommy standing.

“I should have known,” the triathlon champ laughs, sizing up his stymied, half-asleep competitor. Apparently Tommy’s prolonged adolescence and resistance to romance has thrown her personal and psychological chemistry out of whack, he reasons. Now that womanhood is unquestionably upon her, she is far more vulnerable to a smoothie’s amorous advances than the average, more experienced young lady would be.

“Tommy, Tommy, what a jam you've gotten yourself into!” an amused Randy says with a patient sigh. “You insist on behaving like a boisterous boy, but your body is crying out, ‘I am a WOMAN, fully grown!’” With that, Starr can’t help glancing down at the girl athlete's ample bosom, still sweating from the one-lap race. “And in at least two important places, more than fully grown!”

“Aww, but on the other hand, you’re still just a kid,” Randy finally relents, reconsidering his position with an almost parental tone. Smiling gently, he rubs his hands down the contours of Tommy’s bare arms, then can’t help breaking into a grin. “Ha. Even the peach fuzz on your forearms is bristling, as if the touch of a boy – any boy -- is like static electricity."

Utterly charmed, Randy takes Tommy’s sleeping, lip-puckered face by the chin, then looks at the ripe young female knowingly, protectively. “And it doesn’t get much cuter than that, does it? So much for the Amazon crusader. You’re just a scared, stubborn, mixed-up little girl...who can't stay a tomboy her whole life."

Tommy is certainly in no position to argue the point with her smug rival. It's bad enough that images of this devilishly handsome dude keep flashing through her entranced mind...

Randy just smiles for a minute, looking at the buxom “sleeping beauty”-like tomboy facing him with those absurd-but-sensual, overly-puckered lips. He marvels at her enormous, puffed-out breasts and super-stiff nipples, which are so sharp now they practically stab through the fabric of her sports bra. Finally, he notices that Tommy’s ultra- abbreviated track shorts are sopping wet down front.

With a naughty grin rivaling the Cheshire Cat’s, Randy shakes his head. Then, after glancing about to make sure no one is looking, he calmly pulls out the fabric of Tommy’s shorts and places his forefinger directly in her most private and personal area. “Mmmmmmm,” the entranced young woman moans through still-puckered lips. Randy retrieves his now exceptionally-moist finger and looks at it. “Nothing like virgin honey,” he says aloud with a bawdy, but ultimately good-natured smile. Not wanting to wipe the juice on his clean uniform, Randy looks around, then makes a totally logical decision that causes him to laugh. “Here boy, lap it up,” he tells the still-entranced Tommy as if he were talking to an obedient pet pooch. He places his cum-covered finger across the girl’s puckered lips and, sure enough, she instinctively laps up her own female juices. He twists his finger around slightly, so she can thoroughly lick it dry…

Sweet. But after the cum juice is gone, Tommy’s tongue emerges and licks her lips repeatedly. “Awww,” Randy laughs with a twinkle in his eye, realizing what has happened. “You’ve developed a taste for it. I always suspected all tomboys were latent lesbians… just can’t resist those female juices. But hey, no problem. There’s lots more where that came from…!” With that, Randy reaches into Tommy’s soaked shorts again, inspires another pleasure moan from the comatose girl athlete, then lifts his cum-covered fingers to her eager mouth a second time. Tommy consumes the nourishment with even more gusto this time, like the family dog relishing a much-craved taste treat.

“Ha. Talk about cuteness personified,” Randy says, practically to himself. “I have to admit, having someone like you around isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe my girlfriend Elaine and I can adopt you as some kind of kid sister. Or, in your case, a kid brother with boobs!”

“Mmmmmmmm” is the only response shut-eyed Tommy can manage. Randy grins, then happens to glance at his watch. Needing to get ready for a brunch date, he decides on a somewhat whimsical course of action. He squeezes Tommy’s nose to break her out of the extended trance. “Owww!” the tomboy yells, suddenly awake and grabbing her now-sore nose. “Hey! What’s the idea?” Remembering what happened just before she blacked out, Tommy scrunches up her face in horrified realization. “Hey wait a minute – you kissed me! No boy is allowed to kiss me!” Personable, good-natured just waves goodbye and trots off.

Tommy seethes, clenches her fists and is about to give chase. But suddenly, unexpectedly, and much to her total frustration, she notices that her breasts are much bigger than normal and her nipples sharply erect. She tests out her mouth, which is now stiff from all the non-stop puckering. And gee, something seems to taste a little funny, too, as she licks her lips and tries to remember what it was she ate last. But the strange flavor confounds her. Finally, it dawns on the mortified teenager that she’s more than a little messy downstairs. Tommy places a dry hand into the strategic area of her shorts, but raises a very wet one for closer examination. “Yuck!” she exclaims in defeated, open-mouthed response, her proud, beautiful facial features transformed into a caricature of embarrassment.

Resolved, Tommy Boyd clenches a moist fist and makes herself a promise: No boy is ever going to immobilize her with a romantic kiss again! She’ll tone her athletic body and reflexes to the absolute peak of perfection. She’ll even practice kissing with her nerdy best buddy Harold, so she’ll be better prepared the next time a male opponent decides to lay one on her. “Just wait, Randy Starr. Next time we meet, I’m gonna get even for that sneaky kiss. That’s a promise!” Tommy sprints away, her powerful but curvaceous body jiggling magnificently as she speeds down the Lincoln Heights track. Although Boyd is the very picture of female confidence, she’s still licking her lips in naïve bewilderment…

TO BE CONTINUED