Fight the Wind - Revision history

JonBuck: author note, also Adult tag due to graphic content.

2008-02-23T19:54:39Z

author note, also Adult tag due to graphic content.

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			{{author note\|I'm pulling no punches in this story, so it's getting an Adult tag. Because frankly, the biological, physical, and social differences between male and female fascinate me. Another example of this is the more recent work [[Tradition]]. Be prepared for some graphic descriptions of PMS and menstruation, as described to me by a couple real females. Thanks to both.}}

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JonBuck: Whoops. Demarcating the 2008 addition in the correct seperator.

2008-02-23T03:10:13Z

Whoops. Demarcating the 2008 addition in the correct seperator.

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	One thing at a time.		One thing at a time.

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	There was one trait I still had, and that's thinking better on my feet. After a full night's rest, despite the difficulty in finding a comfortable position, I awoke refreshed and with one of those memory-shadows nagging at me. Then I realized that with a body like this I probably had exercise daily. So when it was barely past six I pulled off the soft camisole and put on a sports bra, tank top, and running shorts. The bra wasn't exactly comfortable, but a few practice jumps revealed just how useful it would be. The tank top didn't quite reach my waist, baring my fit-flat stomach.		There was one trait I still had, and that's thinking better on my feet. After a full night's rest, despite the difficulty in finding a comfortable position, I awoke refreshed and with one of those memory-shadows nagging at me. Then I realized that with a body like this I probably had exercise daily. So when it was barely past six I pulled off the soft camisole and put on a sports bra, tank top, and running shorts. The bra wasn't exactly comfortable, but a few practice jumps revealed just how useful it would be. The tank top didn't quite reach my waist, baring my fit-flat stomach.
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	Neither of us thought we had a chance in hell of getting that anyway. We'd settle for being left alone.		Neither of us thought we had a chance in hell of getting that anyway. We'd settle for being left alone.

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	The bubble bath caressed my curves and sore breasts, buoying them up in the comfortably warm water. ''I'll never make fun of PMS again,'' I thought ruefully. ''Dear God, this is going to happen every month from now on!''		The bubble bath caressed my curves and sore breasts, buoying them up in the comfortably warm water. ''I'll never make fun of PMS again,'' I thought ruefully. ''Dear God, this is going to happen every month from now on!''

JonBuck at 03:08, 23 February 2008

2008-02-23T03:08:32Z

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	There was one trait I still had, and that's thinking better on my feet. After a full night's rest, despite the difficulty in finding a comfortable position, I awoke refreshed and with one of those memory-shadows nagging at me. Then I realized that with a body like this I probably had exercise daily. So when it was barely past six I pulled off the soft camisole and put on a sports bra, tank top, and running shorts. The bra wasn't exactly comfortable, but a few practice jumps revealed just how useful it would be. The tank top didn't quite reach my waist, baring my fit-flat stomach.		There was one trait I still had, and that's thinking better on my feet. After a full night's rest, despite the difficulty in finding a comfortable position, I awoke refreshed and with one of those memory-shadows nagging at me. Then I realized that with a body like this I probably had exercise daily. So when it was barely past six I pulled off the soft camisole and put on a sports bra, tank top, and running shorts. The bra wasn't exactly comfortable, but a few practice jumps revealed just how useful it would be. The tank top didn't quite reach my waist, baring my fit-flat stomach.
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	"Two pair. God, look at us! What would Mrs. Swift think if she saw us sitting together like this?" We weren't lesbians, or bisexual. Just a couple of girls comfortable enough with our bodies that we didn't mind wandering around the house half-nude or more.		"Two pair. God, look at us! What would Mrs. Swift think if she saw us sitting together like this?" We weren't lesbians, or bisexual. Just a couple of girls comfortable enough with our bodies that we didn't mind wandering around the house half-nude or more.

	"Oh, pshaw. Men go without their shirts all the time. Now, what's on the TiVo?"		"Oh, ''pshaw''. Men go without their shirts all the time. We could pretend we're still Rob and Ivan. I know we both went shirtless on hot days when we didn't have air conditioning. Now, what's on the TiVo?"

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JonBuck: Some plotless meandering, but there it is.

2008-02-22T22:32:39Z

Some plotless meandering, but there it is.

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JonBuck: Another author note. Perhaps there's more about Sharon and Angela yet to be written.

2008-02-22T02:04:16Z

Another author note. Perhaps there's more about Sharon and Angela yet to be written.

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	{{author note\|I'm particularly pleased with Rob/Sharon's initial reaction to the change. I'd never read an angry reaction in this genre before, and it came out right. As for what might happen to both girls after... Well, guess they'll just have to adapt.}}		{{author note\|I'm particularly pleased with Rob/Sharon's initial reaction to the change. I'd never read an angry reaction in this genre before, and it came out right. As for what might happen to both girls after... Well, guess they'll just have to adapt.}}
			{{author note\|I've reread this a few times lately. I think I may add more at some point... --[[User:JonBuck\|Buck]] 21:04, 21 February 2008 (EST)}}

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JonBuck: Minor edit.

2008-02-22T01:27:01Z

Minor edit.

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	I checked the pedometer. There was just over four miles between me and home. I hadn't paid any attention to where I was going, lost in a runner's fugue. I'd started by thinking about It, and ended up smiling about showing off my body. But I couldn't deny that I felt good--great, in fact. The best since the moment on the beach before It had "girled" me. Was my head being messed with again?		I checked the pedometer. There was just over four miles between me and home. I hadn't paid any attention to where I was going, lost in a runner's fugue. I'd started by thinking about It, and ended up smiling about showing off my body. But I couldn't deny that I felt good--great, in fact. The best since the moment on the beach before It had "girled" me. Was my head being messed with again?

	The ~~separation~~ between Rob and Sharon was so indistinct it might as well not exist. Maybe it was meaningless to think of it in those terms, then... I still felt like me, male or female. At that sublime moment I could cheerfully live the rest of my life this way.		The difference between Rob and Sharon's personalities was so indistinct it might as well not exist. Maybe it was meaningless to think of it in those terms, then... I still felt like me, male or female. At that sublime moment I could cheerfully live the rest of my life this way. I wasn't sure if that was Its work, or my own feelings. But I honestly didn't feel worse off as an athletic girl, freshly graduated from college. Indeed, there was a whole new realm of opportunity before me. ''Why should I make myself miserable? Heh. Oh woe, oh woe is me!''

	More food for thought. And by now I already had a five course meal.		More food for thought. And by now I already had a five course meal.

JonBuck: New page: {{byline|author=Jon Buck|user=JonBuck}} {{dropcap|T}}he warm sand and beach umbrella shading from the worst of the sunlight was enough to lull me to sleep. With the soft beach towel bene...

2007-11-20T07:00:34Z

New page: {{byline|author=Jon Buck|user=JonBuck}} {{dropcap|T}}he warm sand and beach umbrella shading from the worst of the sunlight was enough to lull me to sleep. With the soft beach towel bene...

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