I'm sorry Marina, but I didn't like this story!
Father, mother, Christy, Peggy and Minnie should have been arrested and prosecuted judicially because they forced Tim to do things that he didn't want to do.
Nothing forced is good.
Silvia.

WOW!! Sure liked the story. Wish that part 2 actually was available. If you are still out there Marina 12, please write it and continue the story.

This was a Fab story please finish it U have so many fans that love it Thanks Teri Lynn

Whoa there... REEEEEWRIIIIIIIITE!!!! Like ceeicon wrote, but I'll do it myself. The author writes:

>>She checked her watch, walked out the door and began to close it. "You have three minutes!" she said before the latch snapped shut.

I sat on the bed for a moment, thinking of all that had happened, how my entire family had press-ganged me into this whole affair without the least consideration for how I might feel about it all, or how it would affect my life. Suddenly, I had had enough.

I don't know how I managed it in four inch heels, but I was off the bed and outside my sister's bedroom door before I even realized my decision.

"Wha..." was about all Christy managed to say before I had grabbed her by her wrist. Before she knew what was happening, I was flying down the stairs with her in tow. She tried to pull loose at first, until she realized that I was upset over something, and that I would likely fall down the rest of the stairs if she actually managed to shake me off.

"Tim! What is the matter with you?"

By some miracle, I had made it to the bottom of the stairs by then without breaking an ankle. I did not answer, or even turn to look at her, but dragged her into the living room, where both of our parents were sitting on the sofa, talking with each other. Needless to say, they were startled to see me all but tumble through the doorway, with my sister helplessly being dragged behind me. My mom stopped in mid sentence, and they both turned toward us, but I, in my fury and agitation, managed to speak first.

"I need to have a talk with all of you. Two days ago, Christy, here," I said, waiving my hand toward the source of all the craziness currently in my life, "came barging through my bedroom door without a by-your-leave, and wrapped a tape measure around me. Since then, I've been dragged to salons, had fake nails glued on my fingers so that I can't handle anything any more, and fake breasts glued on me that bounce around all of the time. I've been stuffed into shoes I can't walk in and clothing I don't know how to sit in. I've been stared at and laughed at and talked and planned over like I'm not even there, until I feel like a freak. And I've been bossed around constantly, with never a 'please' or a 'thank you'. Not one time has anybody in this family asked me what I thought about what we are all doing, how I feel about what is happening to me, or what I might want to do. Not once has anyone checked in with me to see how all of these changes are hitting me, nor noticed how close to totally freaking out I am coming.

"And, less than three minutes ago, my boss here ordered me to change for bed, and gave me three minutes to do it. That is about the fifth time she has told me to change in three minutes or thirty seconds, before she comes in and does it for me. The rest of the time, she just comes in without even knocking." I took a deep breath, drew myself up to my five feet and five inches, and spoke through clenched teeth: "This. Will. Now. Stop."

By now, my sister and parents were doing the goldfish thing, staring at me with their eyes out and their mouths open. I didn't care. These things had to be said, before I fell to pieces. I turned to Christy and spoke directly to her.

"The next time you try to boss me around like I'm your pet spaniel, without saying 'please' AND MEANING IT, I will stop and peel off the skirts, heels, nails, and everything else, and the only way you will see me at your wedding is if someone ties me up and carries me in there!" I turned back to my parents. "I do not care what you do to me, even if you kick me out of here. I'm almost ready to take my chances with a foster family, and hope that total strangers will treat me like a real person. Because almost any place at all has to be better than this!" With that, the dam broke, and I collapsed into a crying, sobbing, miserable heap on the floor.
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Rose writes: "Wouldn't it be geat if all families were like that." Wendy writes: "...please don't let him grow to like his new image. Its much more fun when the poor boy can't wait to get back to pants, but has to put up with skirts!" A good toss in the hay with yer grannies would set ya right, ya twisted pack a' iggerant gobshites...

It's August of 2007. Five years ago, M12 promised a continuation with a plot twist. I'm sad to see that M12 seems to have fallen off the face of the earth.

This was a promising beginning to what might have been M12's best yet.

Too bad.

rg

its 7/06 where is part 2?

this is one of my all time favorites i would love to see it finished! I also love your drawings

I am not one to complain but, it is now 2004 almost two years. It is time to finnish this one and put it to bed. You started it please finnish it, OK?
Thank you, Chris

let him say just once enough is enough. he's doing her a favor above and beyond even family.

it's a great story and i am holding my breath for the second part. there are so many places to go with this, bachelorette party, rehersal dinner, shopping with other brides maids, all this with a kid who really isn't open to it. oh please finish this. your art is what really makes it all happen. please write another chapter so i can start breathing again. thanks

love the story ,i cant wait to see   whats  next    hope its soon

My sentiments exactly Wendy--after all, this is a Marina 12 story.-----but i plan some stuff that will appease some of the others too---but somewhat differently ;-)

Just a lovely story so far. No unpleasant sex and it describes an entirely credible situation. I really look forward to part 2, but please don't let him grow to like his new image. Its much more fun when the poor boy can't wait to get back to pants, but has to put up with skirts!

Cute,  like the way you worked him up to the dressing part, not liking it but discovering it feels so good. am looking forward to part II

Wow! What a great story. Wouldn't it be geat if all families were like that.
When the second part coming.

Wow! What a great story. Wouldn't it be geat if all families were like that.
WHhen the second part coming.

I love the story, Marina! Your drawings add a lot... I always enjoy your art, and it's clear that you must put a ton of time into it. One thing I've noticed is that you tend to draw fewer drawings through the transition, and more before or afterwards. Obviously it's your call, but maybe some more close-up kinda stuff during the transition would be something to experiment with. Just my 2 cents! Look forward to seeing more of your stories!

If they want the perfect wedding then I don't understand why they would trust him to be a bridesmaid.  That could ruin the wedding more then having one less bridesmaid.  Just get rid of one of the men and you have five men on each side.  Perfect. :)