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 This one starts with males non-sexually, but is about teen auto-erotica,
body positivity, sexism, homophobia, ethnic hate, and "Race"ism.  However,
no girl is an island, she's just surrounded by boys-to-men, and forced to
interact with them, for motivation;

   Fatima (Gm NS)

   "Fatass!" Turn around, to see it's Jake.  Look down, back up.

   "Hm," one to talk, "Just jealous my tits are bigger then yours?"

   He laughed, so his friends could laugh too.  "You don't get it, FATima."

   "Of course not." shake my head, "I never been called fat before.  Or
fatso, fatty, fatass, did you think that one up all by yourself?  Why don't
you explain it to me?"

   "Well, because, your name."

   "My name," is why I tried to starve myself for years, "Isn't Jack, jerk.
Why don't you go Jake off, with your friends here.  So they can look at
your tits, and make you feel sexy."

   "Hahahaha!"

   "Would you rather I lost weight, so I look like a little girl?" I pumped
my chest at him, "What's wrong, you don't like tits?  Because these, are
Fat!"

   "I'm not a pervert, your a pervert, you dirty Muslem!"

   "Ahahahaha!  I'm not Muslim, you fucking idiot!" We even got to the same
damned Church!  "I'm American, probably more American than your family,
McConnel.  What about you, O'Leahry?"

   "That's what's fucking up our country, filthy fucking MUSLEMS coming
here, from the middle east."

   "My family is from Portugal." I shook my head, "The Corrinos made the
Caravels that Colombo sailed across the Atlantic, and Portugal is about as
far West as you can get in Europe.  Which you would know, if you ever read
a map.  Where you going?  You done telling me what I already know about my
family?  Because they were here before America.  Before your family
immigrated here, so you going back to Europe?  Because I'm sick of you
coming here, and fucking up our Country!"

   They yelled back "Geek," and "Nerd," but at least they left.

   "Huh, huh, hun!"

   Susan (GG NS Flir)

   "That was Brutal!"

   "Oh, h, hey Sue."

   "Hihihn!  Especially the part where you used your boobs against them."

   "Yeah, well.  Huh!  I got upset.  I just get so sick of their bullshit."

   "Try living with one of them."

   Oh, "Yeah," Susan, O'leahry.  "Sorry I made fun of your name, and
ancestors."

   "S'okay," shrug, "You're pissed off, and I understand that.  But you're
wrong, Ireland is technically west of Portugal."

   "Oh yeah?" I laughed, "Well, it's not technically In Europe is it? 
Little miss Brexican."

   "Hahah!" hit her arm, "Good one!"

   I guess if we can laugh about it, it's better than crying.

   "It's a Shame," stress the pun, "They make fun of you for being fat."

   "Yeahah?" Nod, "Well, they don't.  I mean yeah, they make fun of my
name, but they don't need a reason.  Huh, they just Hate, that's all it is.
Doesn't matter what, when I was little, they made fun of that, now that
Politicians are talking about Muslims on the news, they figure I'm the only
one that looks Muslim to them, because I have a big nose, or;"

   "No you don't."

   "Yeah, I do.  I have mirrors, you know."

   "Yeah, but.  Uh!  It just looks big to you.  Just like I look in the
mirror, and I hate my face, but it's not big.  I like it."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah, you have a pretty nose, and besides" I risked bopping it, "It
holds your glasses up." Grinned wryly, "That's probably why it looks big,
your glasses just magnify it."

   "Ooh, you!" I ran, laughing so chased me "Ahahahaha!"

   Fati' (G Solo Saph Fant)

   I didn't think about it until later.  When I got back home, and decided
to take a bath, before dinner.  I just got down to my underwear, and then I
looked up.  At the mirror.  Then, I remembered, her calling me "Pretty."

   Well, my nose, but.  I shake my head, but I still can't see it.  I have
a big nose, maybe she needs to get her eyes checked, but.  "Huh!" Take my
glasses off, but that just blurs my body.  My blubbery body, I'm fat, too.
I try to accept it, but I didn't get fat, or grow up, I just stopped trying
not to be.  Because of my name, they called me Fatty even before I got out
of grade school.  "Thanks, mom," her pet name, short for Fatima of course.
Fati', but.

   "Huh!" It runs in my family, and mom feeds me like a Portuguese
grandmother.  "Phft!" We don't have one of those metabolisms, where we can
eat whatever we want, and never gain a pound, like Sue.

   Skinny little Susan O'leahry.  She's funny, but also thin petite, and
blond with a cute little button of a nose, and big green eyes I can't help
but envy.  You know, because there green?

   "Huh!" But might as well let the girls out, and pull down the tent of my
undershorts.

   I guess, it's better, not getting picked on for being little.  Like her,
little pixie.  I couldn't look like that if I wanted, I started getting
boobs when I was like 11, and here she's almost 13, with barely a couple
bumps to show for it.  No, I like them, my boobs.  Floating in the water,
and how they feel in my hands.

   But I never had cute little buttons like that, and I have to wonder what
they feel like.  Pink nipples, we're in the same PE, and not best friends,
but friends long enough to change together.  See eachother, like her big
pink pointy nipples, to match her freckles, and her lips.

   "Huh!" I wonder if she's gay?  She said I was pretty, she likes my nose,
and it's not like she stared.  At my chest, my dark brown nipples, but I
could just imagine that.

   Am I?  Just because I hate all the boys in town, but just because they
hate me, being the only one with an Arabic name, and look close enough to,
Syrian?  I guess.  Muslem, the way they say it.  Probably can't even spel
it rite, but just thinking about her eyes, on my chest.  It's not like when
the guys look at them.

   She did, just glance down, just because she was talking about how I
shook them at the boys, but it didn't feel.  Like, this.  Before.

   "Fati!?"

   "Uh?"

   "Dinner!"

   "Huh!"

   Think about it later, I have to get out, and dry off, and dry all my
hair, but.  Something to think about, anyway.

   She's not a guy, and she's cute, and pretty, and she likes my nose.

   To hold my glasses up, I guess she's right.  It's not, THAT big, I just
always thought.  Because they always made fun of it, not the guys, the
other girls.

   Nobody ever called it pretty before.

   "Fati'!" Mom, I HATE that!

   "All Right!"

   I just grabbed a shirt, and skirt.  No need to bother with underwear,
just around the house, but sitting at the table.  Tuning out my family, and
thinking about Sue.  "Hm," maybe I should have.  "Snh?" I can't smell it,
so I suppose nobody else can, but it's embarrassing.  Not sure whether I
didn't dry well enough, or.  "Huh!"

   "You didn't finish your veg'tables."

   "All right," I roll my eyes, "Mom." Just wolf them down quick, so I can
go back up to my room, and check.  And think about her some more, but I do
feel, pretty damp between my thighs.  Even spread wide open, under the
table so she doesn't see me sitting like a guy, but that's a little better.
Doesn't feel as sweaty, but I can still feel it.  "Ngh, done!" I showed her
my plate, and carried it to the sink to dump the rest of the sausage in the
trash.  I know, wasting food, but I'm not hungry.

   Not for that.  I have to laugh, "Sausage." On my way up the stairs. 
"Yeah." I'm pretty sure that's not what I want, now.

   Suzy (GG NS)

   "Hey," I like Fatima, but.

   "Hey, Suzy."

   "What?" Not the way she just looked at me.

   "Nothing, it's just.  You look good today."

   "Yeah?" she blushed?  "How so?" I took a step back.

   "Well, you know, pretty?"

   "Yeah?" I heard, "Why'd you look at me like that?"

   "Like what?"

   "Like a guy."

   "Oh, I don't know.  Huh.  Okay.  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to creep you
out."

   "Well good." I shook my head, "Then don't." I don't mind, hanging out
with her, but.  "Fatima?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Are you gay?" I had to know, "Not that I'm homophobic, or anything,
but. I don't care, it wouldn't bother me if you were, I just want you to
know.  I'm not." Okay?

   "I don't know," she shrugged, "Maybe.  I just.  Last night, after we
hung out, I remember how you said I was pretty?"

   "Yeah," her feelings were hurt, "I was being polite.  Look, you are,
pretty enough, it's just not what I'm attracted to.  Not because you're
fat, but because you're a girl, and I'm not.  Gay." At all, got it?  "Okay,
so I don't even want you, thinking about me, like that." Ew.

   "Okay, I won't."

   "Good," then we can still hang out.  "Bad enough all the guys acting all
horny and hitting on me all the time.  I don't need the girls to start
too?"

   "So," she changed the subject, "You like guys, so what kind of guys you
like?"

   "I don't know," hadn't really thought about it, "None of the ones I
know, all the guys in town suck.  But like.  Huh!" Okay, "You know," I
mumbled.  `Justin Bieber.'

   "Really!?"

   "Yeah, I hate his music, and his personality, and pretty much everything
I know about him, but.  Hhn.  I guess, I still like, the way he looks?"

   "Pretty?"

   "Yeah, I guess.  It's not like I dream about getting with him, and
kissing him, and dating, and."

   "Yeah, totally not thinking about that."

   "Haha, yeah.  Okay, so maybe if I met a guy, that looked that good, and
wasn't such a total douchebag.  It might be all right, to go out with him."
Maybe, if you can find all that anywhere.

   "Unlikely."

   "Yeah, I don't guess I blame him, being that pretty, and young looking,
but if he didn't let it turn him so conceited, and slutty, and act all
gangster, yeah.  I'd like a decent guy, that looked like that.  Hh, you'd
think, he'd understand a girl better, if he thought about it, instead of
how to get in everyone's pants, but."

   "Yeah, he's a total slut."

   "Yeah.  So, maybe not, a pretty boy like that.  If that's what makes
them sluts, and try to be black to compensate for it."

   "Yeah."

   "How about you?"

   "Certainly not!"

   "I mean, if you're gay, then what kinds of girls would you like?"

   "I don't know, funny.  And sweet, and smart, like you.  Only, you know,
gay.  That would be great."

   "Yeah," Sigh, "I kind of wish I was.  Gay, I mean it would be a whole
lot easier if I didn't have to fuck with guys, at all."

   She giggled, "Literally."

   "Haha, yeah."

   "And, I guess it wouldn't hurt if she was as pretty as you, too."

   "Yeah?" I was flattered, "Thanks!"

   And guys?  It's just that easy.  Yes, I can take a compliment, so can
any girl.  The difference is, we can tell when it's just a compliment, and
when it's a line to get in our pants.  You're not fooling, anyone.  So,
stop lying, it's so unattractive.  I'm pretty sure that's why they're
homophobic, because they're afraid of guys treating them the same way they
treat women.  And Girls, seriously guys, Ew.  I'm 12, Fatima is 13.  Stop
it, it's creepy!

   Fati (G Saph Fant Obje.)

   "Huh!" So, scratch her off.  [x] I'm glad we can still be friends, but
since I can't think about her any more, I might as well start answering her
question.  "What do I want?" In a girl, gay and into Portuguese girls with
curves is a must, but besides that.

   Pretty, girly.  "Yeah." I don't know if I'm a Butch, yet.  Or I want to
be, I just figured out that I'm gay, but maybe if I cut my hair.  "Yeah," I
hate it really, not all of it, but, all this hair?  It's a lot of work, I
suppose I kept it because of Mom, and my aunts.  They all have long hair,
and she loves mine, so she brushes it, and helps me put it up when we go to
church, but.

   I should probably stop, going there.  I sure don't feel like coming out,
especially because, "No." Not that, don't even think that they'll make fun
of me, and persecute me for being a lesbian.  Fuck them, or you know, not
really, but I'm not going to live my life according to those judgemental
fuckers, and besides it's not like it ever stopped them before.  They make
fun of me, they always did, it doesn't matter what I do, so I might as well
get judged for who I am, instead of being Muslim, when I go to the same
mass as them, or Middle Eastern when I'm from clear across the
Medeterranian from there, and why am I avoiding the question?

   Focus, Fatima.  I suppose the problem is I can't think about who I want
to, because she's my friend, she's straight, and she doesn't want me to. 
Think about her, like that.  "Hh!" It would just be nice if she, I don't
know, had a sister, that was gay, and liked me like that, but maybe if she
doesn't look just like her.  Not so blond, and older.  More grown up, she's
really more of a girl anyway, and not even a teen, and maybe if she were
taller.

   "Yeah," for some reason, I like that thought.  A taller girl, or maybe
just in heels, so she can look down, and bend her neck, to kiss me.  "Hhm!"
Bite my lip, looking around class.

   "Fatima?"

   "Hm?"

   "Is something funny?" I shook my head, but now everyone is looking at
me. "Something you want to share with the rest of the class?"

   "No," not really, "Of course not." Not yet, but yeah.  Maybe I should
cut my hair, for summer.  It is kind of hot, and starting to get ratty on
the ends, and I'm just so sick of taking care of it.  To live up to their
sexist standards, and if there's another lesbian in town, she's probably
closeted too, so we'd never know it, because we're both hiding it.  So,
yeah.  I'll worry about what she looks like when I meet her.

   But, I look up.  It wouldn't hurt if she was a little taller, and
prettier, and dare I say it even a bit skinnier than I.  It's not like I
like it, my fat, or being fat, I just can't help it.  I guess it's sexist
of me, to want a tall pretty skinny girl with long legs that look sexy in
high heels so she has to bend down a little to kiss me.  But.

   Face it, "Hh," I don't know what I want.  Probably haven't thought about
it enough.

   Suzy {GGm NS}

   "Well," uh!  "You know;"

   "What?" Gilbert, "Not all men are like that?" She turned, "Gilbert. 
Well, since you but in, again.  Why don't you explain something to me."
Mansplain, that is.  Gilbert Albright, thinks he's a knowitall cause he's
in advanced classes, and is probably the worst mansplainer in town.

   "What?"

   "What's with that rediculus hat?"

   He looks up.  "It's not rediculous," shakes his head, "It's stylish, and
what's with that haircut?"

   "Hahaha, yeah." She got out her phone, "Tell me about fashion, man. 
What do you think, it makes you look like Indiana Jones?" She tapped,
swiped, typed with her thumbs, and I looked over her shoulder.

   Image search: [Stranger Danger.] In a yellow triangle, like a Caution
sign.  "Well, this is what it looks like." She showed him.  "What?  Since
you're so good at explaining everything to us stupid little girls, maybe
you can tell me why the uniform for explaining that #NotAllMen are creeps
is THE archetypical creeper?"

   "Uh," he got up.

   "What?  You didn't think about it, smartass?"

   "I got to go."

   "Yeah, run away, and burn that stupid fucking hat before you come back.
THEN WE'LL TALK!"

   "Ihihihihihn!" She laughed at me, but just made a scene.  So, I looked
around.  "Hey, you know Hilde'?"

   "Allbright?"

   "Yeah," Gilbert's sister.

   "Not really."

   "Nobody does," she's shy, "Probably because she has a bully of a brother
like that, but you ever notice, how she looks at girls?"

   "Like what?"

   "Like, you know." She likes what she sees.  `Like she doesn't want you
to see.' I looked at her, she looked away, `her looking at you.  Don't
look!" Right behind her, but pretending not to look, `you think maybe she's
gay?'

   "I don't know." she just turned, put her arm up, and looked.  "Haha,
maybe you're right.  You want to go talk to her?"

   "Do you?"

   "Yeah, maybe." She shrugged, but now she was starting to get up, and
gather her things.  Books, papers, after school, but I guess she hung
around to do homework.  And maybe check out girls.

   "Well," I followed Fatima, "I'll go with you." It's easier, if you don't
go alone, and I can back her up.

   "Hey." She looked up, "Sorry about all that," she hooked her thumb,
"With your brother."

   "It's okay," she wiped her hair out of her eyes, and smiled.  "Haha,
it's funny, whenever somebody gives him a taste of his medicine."

   "Yeah, you hear any of that?" She looked at me.

   "A little," back, up, "Uh, why did you cut your hair?"

   "I don't know," she patted under it, "You like it?"

   "Yeah," she shrugged, and hugged her books.

   "Thanks!" I hopped around her.  I thought, maybe she was looking at me,
but like I said, she always looks away when you catch her.  "I can cut your
bangs, too."

   "Yeah, you know you have pretty eyes, if you don't cover them up."

   "Yeah?" She smiled.

   "Yeah, maybe just some bangs," I felt her tips, "And I can take some of
this damage off too.  For the summer, it's gonna get hot."

   "Yeah," she shrugged, "Okay."

   "Sit down," I sat behind her, and pulled my legs up on the wall.  Kind
of like a bench, only without a back, and the lawn held up behind it. 
Unzipped my backpack to get out the scissors, I brought so I could do
Fatima's on lunch.

   "So," all of a sudden, she was shy, too.  "Uh."

   "You really have pretty hair." Snip!

   "Yeah." She nodded.

   "You too.  I like it.  Uh, since you cut it, so short.  It really makes
your face, uh.  Look prettier."

   "Hold still," she tried to turn away, so I grabbed the lock again, and
pulled it out to hold the split ends.  Snip!

   Hilde' (gG Gays NS)

   I had no idea, she was gay.  I never really payed attention, but then
she yelled at my brother, and I saw how she cut her hair.  Or her friend
did, but all a sudden, I could see it.  She looked so butch?

   I know what I am.  Tried to hide it, especially from my brother, but. 
You know, he talks about `lesbos' all the time, like that's bad.  I guess
because competition, he doesn't blame them, but I suppose he thinks if they
weren't going out with eachother, maybe one of them would go out with him.
Not that he's repulsive, judgemental, and an asshole.  That sure can't be
it, bitches just want to friendzone you.

   Right, like any of them want to be his friend, either.  But I didn't
know that.  I guess my gaydar was broken, until I saw it.  I told her she's
pretty, but that's not it.  It's not pretty, it's gay.  And that's, well I
found that extremely attractive.

   "You're in 6th grade?"

   She stopped cutting my hair, so I nodded.  Not too short, it felt
lighter, I suppose, but the bangs.  I couldn't see them, but that ment She
could see my eyes.  "Yeah."

   "Just a late bloomer?" I blushed, it made me feel so pretty.  She made
me feel so pretty, just the way she looked at my eyes.  And called them
pretty.

   "I don't know, I'm only nine.  I skipped a grade," this year.  "I'm
supposed to be in 5th, but they moved me up to middle school, early."

   "Oh, you're smart.  Too."

   "Not really, it's just not all that hard.  Huh!  I don't have any
friends, so I just have more time to study, and get my homework right."

   "No, you are." Suzy, "Seriously, I bet your intellectual bully of a
brother calls you stupid all the time because you're a girl, but I bet
you're real smart.  Too."

   "You too," I noticed.

   "Yeah," Fatima hugged her shoulders, "That's why we're friends.  I like
smart girls, like you."

   "Oh."

   "What?"

   "I'm sorry," how stupid of me, "I didn't think."

   "What?" she pushed off her arm, "Oh, haha.  I'm not gay.  We're just
friends.  Best friends, but, not like that."

   "I am." Fatima nodded.

   "Yeah." I could tell.

   "How about you?" I shrugged.  "You want some friends now, or are you
more comfortable, on your own?  I understand, some girls are just
introverted, I don't want to rush you into anything you wouldn't be
comfortable with."

   "Oh no," I shook my head, "I don't mind.  Huh, I would love to be
friends with you.  Two." And maybe, I don't know.  But maybe some day,
your. Girl.  Friend?  I couldn't say it, so I just looked down, and felt my
face get real hot.

   "Sure," she hugged me!  Well, us, but.  Huh, she put her arm around me,
and hugged my shoulders.  "So, you're 10?"

   "Not yet." Only 9, "Uh!" I Just told her that!

   "Well, you haven't." she lowered her voice, `gotten your period yet?'

   "I don't know."

   "Haha, well, you'll know when you do."

   "Yeah," it's not like I started bleeding, yet but.  "Huh!" All of a
sudden, I felt something, and I don't know if that was it, but.  It sure
felt like the right place.  Or, maybe it was something else.

   "You know," I looked up, and my face felt like it was was on fire!  "Uh!
Never mind." I shook my head, and turned away.

   "Oh no.  It's okay, just us girls here, you can say whatever you want."

   "Well," I wish I could, "You know." It's just not that easy.  "Huh! 
I'm. Gay.  Too."

   "Yeah," she squeezed my shoulder, "I picked up on that."

   Fatima (f Solo Gays Fant.)

   "Okay," well?  "Huh!" We just left it at that.  Walked her home, she had
homework, cute little bookworm, but.  "Okay?"

   Well, first off, she's got the hots for me.  That's what I picked up on,
pretty much as soon as we started talking, and exchanging compliments.  I
don't know about gadar, but I know what that feels like, and I pretty much
just had to look in her eyes to see that.

   And, "Okay?" I don't know.  How to feel.  About that, yet.  I have to
think about it, which is why I said goodby to Suze, and.  Came home, to
think about it.

   "So, think about it."

   She's just so young!  Okay, sure it's just 3, or 4 years, but if I do
the math, that's like almost half her life, and a third of mine, so really,
I'm like half again her age.  And sure, she's not what I wished for, but I
don't know God well enough to say he answers Lesbian prayers, but just
estimating the chances that there's another gay girl in my school, odds are
against her being exactly what I wanted, or me ever meeting that all smart
older doctor/model/activist/president of my dreams.

   So, maybe I got a little carried away with the fantasies, but give
Barbie soem glasses, a PHD, the Oval Office, and at the time, I wasn't
really thinking about how incredibly unrealistic it really was.  Kind of
hard to, with my hands all over me, and imagining they're hers.  So yeah.
[x] Scratch her off the list.

   But, Hilde'.  Okay, I love that.  Like the bully from Hey Arnold, or the
ringout queen of Soul Calibur only not at all.  Because those are both
fiction, and she's a real girl with a real crush on me.  As far as I can
tell, she didn't deny it, or really hide it all so well.  And so what if
she's so much younger then me?  She'll grow up, right?  Not like I'm gonna
buy a van, and pick her up to molest her, and show her dirty pictures, but
maybe I've been hitting the lesbian porn too hard.

   She's got the body of a 9 year old girl.  So, there's that, and I'm not
a creeper, but I don't want to feel like a creeper doing creepy things with
little girls.  There's your problem, she's just too young.  "She's just too
young," there, I said it.  I feel better, but that doesn't mean we can't.

   God I just love how she looks at me.  I mean, Suzy saying my nose was
pretty, that's one thing, but the way her eyes lit up, her cheeks turned so
read, and even her cute little lips.  You know, I never even thought about
that, until I saw it for myself, but feeling my own lips.  "Huh!" That's
why we wear lipstick.  It looks like we're turned on, just like blush, and.
I have to admit, I'm turned on, a little, thinking about her, getting so
turned on I could see it just looking at me.

   And, you think.  Maybe she, plays with herself?  I don't know why I
asked that, okay, I totally just blurted out her period, like some horndog
would, to talk about her privates, and.  "Yeah," fuck it.  I might as well
get my hands dirty, while I'm thinking about it.  A little girl, "Huh, ha!"
Not like, touching her, but I can just imagine her, playing with herself,
thinking about me.

   Right?

   "Huh!"

   I bet she does.  Or at least she doesn't mind, if I do.  I have to do
something, I never felt so hot and tingly in my whole life, and good God
I'm so moist!

   "Yeah!" I'm sure it's all right.

   Hildy (g Solo gG Fant Porn)

   "Uh!" I just wish I had some idea how to do this.  I never tried before,
I guess because I never felt like this, and had someone to think about, but
now I'm so hot and I don't have the first clue of what to do about it.

   Play with myself, obviously, but.  Okay, maybe if I can sneak into
Bert's room while he's out, and look at his porn, that'll help.

   You would think, but.

   Okay, first of all, what the hell is with straight guys looking at
lesbian porn?  I mean All of the porn.  You know, it's for guys, right? 
Guys make it for guys, the sexist homophobic ones even deny that us girls
are even interested in it, right?

   Well, then what's with making fun of girls, and calling them dyke, then
making porn with at least some girl-girl action in Every Single Magazine!?
I mean it, I swear, if you don't believe me check for yourself, but I can't
find a single "Straight" porno mag without any lesbians in it.  So, which
is it?  Is it against nature, and a sin in the eyes of god, or is it okay
for girls to look at it?

   For that matter, what the hell is wrong with Sluts when all they want to
see is girls that take off their clothes, and fuck for money so you can buy
pictures to look at and jack off to?  I don't know, I'm confused, but it's
not because I'm bisexual.  I'm not, I'm completely 100% gay, but it just
doesn't make any sense at all.  Lesbos are bad, Mmmkay?  Can we watch?

   "No, man!  You can't watch, because you're men, and We Are LESBIANS! 
Get it!?"

   Uh!  Never mind, that's just not helping.  But neither is this, and I
have to think because it's for straight guys.  I mean, they don't show how
to play with myself, even in the pictures of girls playing with themselves,
because 1: You want to see their pussies, and it's kind of hard to do that
with your fingers in the way.  And 2: all the girls have fake dicks,
because even in your lesbian fantasies, you can't even imagine fake ass
lesbians having fake ass lesbian sex without fake ass plastic dicks in it.

   "Uh!" I give up.  Oh yeah, and no Fattys.  The girls don't even look
real, because guys don't want to see real girls, with real bodies, they
want barbiedolls without any body hair, and implanted balloon boobs. 
That's the final reason I can tell these are made for boys that want to see
"lesbians."

   Because they don't have anything I want to see!

   Forget it, just stash them back in his oh-so secret spot that doesn't
take too much trouble to get when he gets it up, and.  "Ew."

   Yeah, that fixed it.  I don't even feel turned on any more.

   At all.  "I give up."

   So yeah, that's why girls don't look at porn.  You don't make any of it
for us.

   Suze (Gg.  NS, but, some Pedo Fant)

   "Hey," she looked around, "Where's Fatima?" Hugging her books.

   "I don't know, around?" Shrug, "She'll probably be bi, soon." I laughed,
"Is there something wrong?"

   "Uh yeah," she sat down, "Um, do you get, your period, yet?" How she
talks, I guess not really used to it, especially such private things.

   "Uhuh?" Nod.  No big deal to me, "Last year."

   "Oh," she looked down, blushing.  `Me too.' To her lap, she looked up,
so I looked at her eyes, "I mean, last night, but.  Huh, before that.  I.
Well, you ever get this feeling?  Huh, whenever I met you, and Fatima. 
Asked about it." She looked down again, and half shrugged, "Well, I thought
that's what it was, but now that it's here.  It doesn't feel, like.  That."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, you know.  Uh!" She made a gross face, "Like my insides are
turning into go, and leaking out."

   Yup, pretty much what it feels like.  "Then, what did it feel like?"

   "I don't know, kind of good, but.  You knw." She looked away, "In the
same, place.  Huh!  I think, I think I maybe, falling in love.  With her."

   "Fatima?" I laughed, "Or maybe in lust.  It's okay, she's gay, so.  I'm
sure she doesn't mind," since she told me, she thought about it.  Or how
she, doesn't know how.  To feel about it, I mean.  "Huh, you've got the
hots for that, I can see that, and I'm not even gay." But I can't say I
haven't thought about it.

   "Yeah," she covered her smile, "I guess that's what it feels like."

   "Hot?" She nodded.  "Wet?" Shook her head.  "So, you touched yourself,
to see." She nodded, shrugged, then shook her head.  "What's that, a yes,
or no."

   "Well?" She thought, "Uh, I tried to, but.  I couldn't figure it out."

   "Well, it takes a little while, but you'll get the hang of it."

   "So you do it, too?"

   "Yeah, I maturbate." And it's not like I tried not to, think about her.
She just kind of popped into my head.  "Lots of girls do, there's nothing
wrong with it despite what you might have heard in church."

   "Oh yeah," she shrugged, "I'm not worried about that." So, we talked
about it a while, and she told me about the porn.  So, we had a good laugh,
and were still laughing when Fati' showed up.

   "What's so funny?"

   "Porn."

   "Gh!" Oh come on, we were Just talking about it!  But I guess, because
of her schoolgirl crush, all of a sudden she was all shy again.

   "What about it?" She set down her bag.

   "Well, you know how guys make it for them, so there's not really
anything in it for us."

   "Not really," she shrugged, "Can't say I ever looked."

   "At porn." She shook her head, "Really?"

   "Figured, well like you said, it was kind of a guy thing."

   "Well, you're kind of a guy thing, but that's just sexist.  Of course we
look at porn, and diddle off.  Here, let me see your phone."

   "Here?" she looked around.  "At school?"

   "Good point," I don't get many chances to play the teacher, "We should
probably find somewhere more private."

   I have my own favorite site.  "Uh!" Parental controls.  "Hang on, let me
restart it." So, I can interrupt the restart, and disable them from the
menues.  "You're right," Hildy, "Most of it is by men for boys, so i'm not
surprised your neckbeard SiW brother looks at that, but on the internet,
well you know rule #34?"

   "Uh uh,"

   "What's that?"

   "There's porn of it, no exceptions.  Ah!"

   Don't need a password to unlock it, just Administrator access, or a
Guest login without it.  I did the latter, because it's quicker than
finding it in Settings.  "Let's see, you want real Lesbian porn, or Solo
masturbation?"

   "Solo masturbation."

   "Kay," [Pornohub: Titless Teen Fingers]

   "Where'd you learn all this?"

   "Uh!" [<ing] "Why d'you think my mom took my phone away?" Once I learned
to get around the filters.  I nodded, "Kind of a porn addict." I know, I
have a problem.

   [Teen Cam Fingering]

   "Ah," just have to get the keywords right.  Tap [Most Relevent

   Longest] "Here," had it to them, "Pick out one you like."

   Then, I had to show her how to hold my finger on the screen, to bring up
the (Save Video) button.

   [Curvy Redhead Strips, and Masturbates on Cam...]

   Fatima (fGg...)

   "Yeah?"

   "Um, I like being your friend, but." I took my arm off her shoulder, and
she looked down.

   So, I came around.  "What is it?" In front of her.

   "You think, I could be.  Your girlfriend?"

   "Ye'ah." Um, "Maybe.  Some day." She looked up, and like she was about
to cry.  "Oh, I like you." I hugged her, "I really do, it's just that. 
You're so young." And cute, and.  "Huh!  Too young, for me and so am I.  I
don't, no I.  I'm just not ready for a girl, your age, and I'm sure you'll
grow up to be a beautiful woman, but."

   "I'm sorry."

   "Don't be," I patted the back of her hair, "It's okay.  Nothing to be
sorry about, it's just too soon, and we're both too young, so I'm not ready
for a girlfriend yet." She JUST got her Period!?

   "But it's okay, if I think about you?"

   I held her out, she sniffed, and reached between my arms to wipe her
eyes.

   "And play with yourself?" I nodded, "Yeah, go ahead.  You want to borrow
my phone?" Not like I call anyone, my mom mostly got it to keep tabs on me,
and even she doesn't call it any more.  Once the novelty wore off, "You
like that video, the one we're watching?" She doesn't look like me, yeah it
said Curvy, but she's older, skinnier, bustier, and a redhead.  But she
nodded.  "Well, good.  Why don't you borrow my phone tonight, and see how
that works out.  Then, I'll see you tomorrow.  Okay?" I kissed her head,
and hugged her again.  Tiny little thing, and don't think I didn't notice
how she felt against my body.  But, no.  This is the right thing to do.  I
don't want to feel creepy, like a child molestor, so I'll wait.  Untill she
doesn't look so childish.

   I ment what I said, I bet she'll be knockout gorgeous when she's older.
When She Is Older.  And I'll be older too.  Yeah, I kind of lied, I'd
probably be down with Suzan if she decided to be at least a little bi,
curious.  But no, she doesn't like me to think about her like that.

   And also about porn.  I tried it, but it didn't really do it for me, and
even watching it with the girls.  I don't suppose i really need porn, it's
not really about looks, or pictures, or movies.  I care more about who they
are, she is, than what she looks at.  And what she is, is just too young. I
like women, I want a woman, even if she's never any taller than me, that's
okay, but not little girls.  And she's still a little girl to me, why she
should still be in grade school, whereas Sue.

   "No," but I can imagine, what Hildy will look like when she's Sues age.
They're really not that much different, other than that.  Why, Hildy is so
bright, not to say Suzie's stupid by any stretch of the imagination, but
when she's older, and a little more developed.  And german, instead of
irish, I met her mom, and.  Probably better not to even think about, what
she's like.  Naked.

   Tall, though, and, not flat chested.  I didn't think about that, Mrs. 
Allbright, but somewhere between that, and Suzie's age.  A little closer to
my age now, but i think it's pretty clear now what kind of woman I like. 
And she's older, make sense, since I'm only just barely a teenager myself,
but definitely not any younger.  That's just sick, and not sexy at all, but
future Hilde.

   "Yeah!" I can just imagine.  since I get home, and lock the door to my
room.  Out of my clothes, and up on the bed.  Sideways, so I can see myself
in the mirror.  Like that readhead in the movie, only a little fatter, not
quite as busty, and younger, of course.  Got to be 18 to do porn, but I
didn't really feel anything watching her.

   "Hildy," though.  It's spelled Hilde', but she says it like Hilda, and
she like Hildy, but.  "Huh!" Her, watching me, like she did the redhead on
the phone.  Yeah, I'll be a little older too.  Maybe a little bustier, but
she picked the movie, so I know what she likes.

   Feeling my belly, I guess I can even lose a little weight.  "Hh," even
dye my hair red, if that's what she likes, but imagining her, standing
there.  Looking down, watching me.  Play with myself.  "HhH!" I guess it
kind of gets in the way, a little too.  I mean, it's easy enough to move,
squeeze between my arms, and my boobs squishing together.  Rubbing my legs,
up and down the insides of my thighs.

   "Hairy." She searched for [Hairy] specifically, and I shave for comfort.
Shaved, i can stop.  Get used to it, if that's what she likes.  "Yeah."
Even a little stubble, in the pudge past my tummy.  Right over my pussy,
but even the prickles feel, tingly deep in my pubis mons.  Blink.  Forgot
what that was called, then remembered, but now it doesn't bother me.

   I like it, it feels wonderful, just rubbing the stubble so the roots
tickle, and tingle like pins and needles, but not like numb.  At all, quite
the opposite, it's like it's waking up.  My sex, like it was numb, and the
feeling is coming back, and "Auhhhh!" God it feels delicious!

   "Snh!" Smells, so.  Sexy, I just swipe my fingers inside, and sniff
them. Lick them, a little damp, but switch hands, then back and forth
rubbing spit in, and dipping sex out to smell, and taste like the dew on
her lips.  "Mmmh!" Yeah.  Her nice beautiful pussy lips, with a little hair
curling around, or hairs growing out, maybe some stubble, but I can rub
that in with my palm while my fingers slip between my folds, and brush the
sensitive hood in top.

   "Hhhh, yeah.'

   It's not that hard to figure out.

   I don't need porn, if I got the right girl to think about.

   "No," woman.  But I can imagine the woman she will be, "Cum for me."

   Then, I start licking my fingers too hungrily to really say anything
else.  Not that i have to, I've never felt so turned on.

   Yeah, you can be my girlfriend, and in a few years, we can do this. 
Make love, just as soon as she's grown up.

   "Hahn!"

   Hildy {Gg Mole.  Seriously, Trigger Warning.)

   "Hello?" Not sure if I should answer her phone.

   "Hey, did I wake you up?"

   "Nhn."

   "I couldn't sleep, either.  Can I come in?"

   It's only 10:47, but it's a school night.  "Where are you?"

   "Out front?" I pulled the covers over my legs, and looked out the
window. "Hi," she waved, "CanIcumin?"

   "Uh," not the front, "It's a school night, so." I looked over at the
tree, "You might have to climb up."

   But I wasn't sleeping, and I suppose could use the company.

   "Be right up, then." CLICK.

   So, I grabbed some underwear, and pulled my pajama bottoms on over them.

   "Huh!" I opened the window.

   `just twist up a blanket, and throw it to me.' The tree wasn't close
enough to jump, but we made a sort of rope, and I threw it to her.  A
couple times until she could catch it.  `Now, hold on real good, while I
swing down, and climb up.'

   `Okay,' I didn't think I was strong enough, but.  "NGH!" That was a loud
grunt, and I hope they didn't hear the thump and come up to catch me,
sneaking a girl in my room.

   They didn't know, I couldn't tell them, I was even thinking about sex
yet.  Much less with a girl, not her, but her best friend.  Because she's
not gay, and.  Well, she's more of a girl, like me.  She doesn't have
boobs, like Fatimas, and i just loved the way they felt when she hugged me,
and even on my face, through her bra, and shirt, but still.  That's what I
thought about, and Suzan started later.  When she was 11, I guess, so she's
not as grown, or as fat, and I love fatima.  All of her, especially her big
curvy body.

   `Thanks.' She grinned, and hugged me when she stood up.  In my room, I
had friends over before, in my room, even her, but not at night.  In my
night clothes, especially when I was trying to play with myself, and I
didn't even get a chance to wash my hands!  I sniffed my fingers.  Oops.  I
hoped she didn't smell it.

   "Snh, any luck?"

   "I," couldn't say.  I just looked down, and shook my head, but my face
was so hot with shame.

   "Oh, sorry.  You're probably still on the rag, huh?"

   `sh!' Mom, and dad were still downstairs, I could even hear the TV in
the den, but Gil was right next door!

   `sorry.'

   `So,' I thought, `you're not supposed to, on your,' period?

   She shrugged, `never stopped me, some girls think it's gross, but I
don't mind.'

   `oh.'

   `It even helps, especially when i get cramps.  You get cramps?'

   I shrug, shake my head.  Whisper: `not yet.'

   `Hope you don't, they suck.'

   `yeah.'

   `So, what's the problem?'

   `I don't know,' can't really see, even in the good movies.  Their
fingers get in the way.  `How?'

   `It takes some practice, to find what you like, but you want to show
me?' My face got real hot.  `It's okay, I'm not gay or anything.' I know,
she told me, `but we can't keep whispering, and it'd go a lot faster if you
just showed me.'

   `Hh,' That's not the problem.  I AM gay, and.  I looked at her, and even
thought about her.  Too, most of the girls at school, even some of the
prettier teachers, but that was before i talked to her, and Fatima told me.
She doesn't like it, when people do that, thinking about her.  So, I try
not to, but it's not like I can with her here, watching me.  `I can't.  I
mean, if i do, i might.'

   `Oh, don't worry.  You mean, thinking about me?  You want to watch me,
too?'

   I nodded, before i realized it.  Because, right then, I really, REALLY
wanted to watch her, play with herself.  And play with myself, in front of
her.  `It's okay, it's not gay.  It's just like a circle jerk, and guys do
that.  If guys can do that, without being gay, than so can we.'

   `okay.' but I am gay.  I just didn't tell her that.

   `You ever did it with the mirror?' I shook my head.  `Well, I do.  So,
it'll be just like that.  Here, lets get these out of the way...'

   Susan (Gg pred mole expl pedo.)

   So, yeah.  I'm not gay, but maybe I'm bi?  I thought about it, but she's
not like Fatima, and at some point I have to admit that I maybe I might
have lied to her, a little.  It's because she's fat, I just didn't want to
hurt her feelings, and while there's nothing wrong with being a big girl.
I'm just not attracted to it.  Not because I'm straight, I'm not homophobic
either, but after watching porn with the girls.  Lesbian, and solo girl
porn, I decided I might be a little more bi curious than I had thought
about before.

   So, I went for a walk, and found myself by her house, and I don't want
to wonder any more.  I had to find out, and she is gay.  It's not like
she's cheating on Fatima, she just shot her down, and sure she's young. 
Er, looking.  But.  Not that young, it's just 3 years, right?  Yeah, only
about three years, and I'm not much more grown up than she is on account of
starting later.  Yeah, she's 9, and I'm 12, but she just got her period,
when i didn't until I was already 11.

   So, it's not like I'm a child molestor, either.  It really was more like
doing it with the mirror.  If I could just reach out, and touch the mirror.

   `Here,' I moved her hand, `try this.'

   "Hh!" She closed her eyes.  Held her breath, but she was so hot.  Turned
on.  She wanted it, so I was just giving her what she wanted.  `Nhn?' She
nodded.

   `Sh,' in her ear, `snh!' She must have taken a shower, fresh shampoo,
and dried soap, but she was wet.

   I remember, before I had any hairs.  I was getting hot too, so I pulled
my shirt off, and she felt between her legs again.  Looked up, eyes wide in
the dark, but not in my face.  I have training bras, I just didn't feel
like putting on one tonight.  I'd gone to bed, got back up, and just went
for a walk.  `Yeah,' I moved her fingers, `that's it." she glanced up, from
my chest, that smile went away, or changed, but that first one.  It was
even kind of creepy.  `You want to touch them.'

   Then she grinned.  Didn't even nod, but then her fingers brushed my hot
sensitive nipples, and I bit my lip.  `mhH!" I nodded, and she rubbed them
harder.  `Yeah, huh.  That feels good.'

   So, I slipped my under hand under her hair.  Kept rubbing between her
legs, but helped her sit up a little.  So she could kiss my chest.  My
nipples, and the little breast tissue under them, and suck them in.  `huhH!
Yeah,' The whole thing, even the almost painfully sensitive pumps
underneath, `touch me.'

   I had to lay down, sideways next to her when she put her hand on my
pussy.  I couldn't stay up like that, any longer, but this way she could
suckle me, and we could keep masturbating eachother.  I found out it's
better this way.  I can reach it better, and see it better even in the near
dark.  I don't have to think about what i'm doing, and the best part is not
knowing what she's doing with her fingers.  When I do it, of course I know
what I'm doing, but then I have to think about doing it.  No surprises, but
now I could just feel, and I even had to stop, when it started getting too
intense.  I tasted it, her on my fingers, and the bloody tang was still in
my mouth, when she fingered me off.

   I didn't, break her cherry, but I could have.  It wasn't that, it was
just her period, but that what i thought when it rushed up, and carried me
away.

   I didn't, but she still wasn't a virgin any more.  I was her first.

   {Author's Note: A word about Child Molestors, I know what she said, but
TBPH, she's not a Pedophile.  She can't love, anyone but herself, but Child
Molestors lie, even to themselves.  So, "It's not like I'm a child
molestor..." Yeah, no.  She's not a Lesbian, either.  She's an
opportunistic Narcissist, but she hides it.  A lot easier when you're
young, cute, and look more like a victim.}

   ;

   Fati' {f Teas Voye CP.  Gg Mole Cybe.}

   So, friday we decided to get together, for a sleepover.  First one for
any of us, but I know my mom was happy I had friends now.  And in denial,
yeah.  'Friends.' Okay, a heavy girl, with short hair, that wears boxer
shorts.  I guess I know who I didn't inheret my Gaydar from!  LOL.

   But the Allbrights have a big house, with a basement we can use, to fill
up with blankets, and pillows, and I can't help the words 'love nest'
pooping into my head.

   Hh, she just whispered, 'NSFW' when she gave me my phone back.  Then
went home to set it up, I checked the Documents folder, and besides
Downloads, there was also a black thumbnail with the [Play> symbol over a
black screen.  So, I got comfortable, it was late, and dark, and quiet,
before I got brave enough to watch it.

   "Huh!"

   Her thumb moved, over the camera.

   'don't let anyone see this,' she whispered, 'it's illegal.'

   Then she turned it, to show Hilde.  In her room, standing in front of
her bed.

   "HUH!" I covered my mouth.

   "Hihin!"

   Giggling, naked.  Shyly, modestly, I can't see her face, but even the
way she stood there, covering herself.  She looked, so, vulnerable?

   Yeah, I felt like a creep.  A hot, wet, horny creep.  She's a child,
obviously such a tiny child, but.  I can't look away, barely hesitated
pulling out my shorts, and slipping my fingers into the warm muggy
prickling.

   "Hhhhh!"

   Not like a child molestor, no, not that!  I feel like, I want to more
than anything.  I know it's wrong, but god help me.  I don't care, no.  I
do.  I care, so much for her, her age, her cute young pale skinny body, and
how smooth her skin felt, every time I touched it.  Her tiny bony body in
my arms, her face in my chest.  The tiny shy squeeks of her voice, even the
sound of her breath.

   I didn't want to feel like a creepy pedophile, until I saw her.  Not her
face, her naked, and her hands between her legs.

   "Uh!"

   Now I need to, touch her, taste her, feel all over her naked flesh, and
bury my face between her long skinny milky white legs.  Pull her modest
hands out of the way, and eat out her hairless little girl snatch.

   I didn't want to feel like a pedophile, because I totally am, and now
I'm free.  From that denial.  I can't wait to see her, for real now. 
Tomorrow night is so far away, I now know I can't wait years for her to
grow another inch.  I don't want to wait another moment, another instant, I
need her.  NOW.  I'm starving for her.  I better get off quick tonight, so
I can sleep, and stay up all night with her.

   I panting, and drooling like a dog, "Huh huh huh!" A big bad wolf
chasing an innocent little girl, a predator, and I love it.

   Now, I just want to eat her alive.

   Then, Sue came closer, looking down, and moved her fingers.  So I could
see, "Huhuhuhuh!" So she could touch her.

   And I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.

   "Ohhhhhh!"

   Imagining, not just that that was my hand.  My fingers slipping over her
soft, smooth, pale, warm silky lips.

   Sue touched her.

   So maybe, just maybe, she's not as straight as she said?

   Gil' (fG Lezz Fant.  G/m Femi.)

   I just imagined it, yeah right.  That Fatty, that dyke my sister started
hanging around, and her little spinner girlfriend.  Yeah, just imagining
things, when I heard they were cumming over for the weekend, but I never
thought how lucky I was.  How good it could get.

   Maybe I'd get a chance to walk in on them, changing, playing dressup,
and even see her in her underwear.  They came over before, giggled in Hil's
room.  Hilless, not like I thought about her, sexually.  Incestuously, such
a turnoff, but her girlfriends.  Yeah, she didn't say they're lesbians,
real big secret, ha.  Right.  Totally didn't dyke out, not a man hating
Lezzy at all.

   Okay, she was right about the hat.  Someone somewhere just completely
missed the obvious stupidity of wearing a Fedora.  Popping your collar,
hanging around girls to listen to them talk.  About men, then interrupt and
tell them "Yeah, but #NotAllMen."

   Ever wonder why they don't trust you?  I don't know, maybe because they
grew up, being warned by fucking cops to BOLO for this guy?  Hold up the
picture, Stranger Danger.  It's a Trap!  I fell into it, the style that
tells every girl to treat every Men's Rights Activist like a creepy
stalker.

   So, ditch the hat.  Got it.  She's not stupid, I get that, and it's a
shame she's a dyke with a body like that.  No, not Fatty, Susan.  Just
starting to sprout, and have all these feelings.  Nipples swelling so they
pop out through her shirt.  Just aching to pull it out, show them off, have
them pinched, and sucked, and.

   "Huh!"

   Yeah, now I can face them.  Fucking bitches ganged up on me.

   "Fucking dykes.  Hahaha." I wish, but something to think about.

   They cum over early, laughing, and talking, and taking all the cushions
in the house to set up in the basement.

   I bet Hilda likes to watch, too.  Her fat hands, all over hot little
Suzy.  Her skinny little legs clamped around her hair.  Maybe that's why
dykes do it, cut their hair like men, for muffdiving.  I bet long girly
hair gets in the way.

   "Hihihn!"

   "Oh!"

   I jump back, behind the door, but she spots me anyway.

   "Hhihn!" she shuts it, "Still stalking around, I see."

   "Uh uh," I hold up the space bag full of quilts, "I thought you girls
could use these."

   "Yeah," she just pitched it down the stairs, and shut it again. 
"Right." Bit her lip, "Where's your hat, Inspector Gadget?"

   "I got rid of it," I shrugged.

   "Well, still got the creepy peeper look on your face, though." I backed
up.  "Kind hot, actually." Was she, checking me out?  Biting her lip, she
looked down, but it wasn't like Fatima.  When she did that, it was always
to think up something nasty to say, with her filthy cunt breath mouth. 
"So," she glanced back, "The girls should handle it, so." She touched my
shirt, "You want to go up.  To our room, maybe show me your.  Stamp
collection?"

   "I," don't.  Ohhh!  "Uh?"

   "This is a much better look on you." She pulled my hand, "Without hiding
under that, stupid fucking hat."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah," she led me up the stairs.  "You're really pretty good looking,
when you're not pretending to be something your not."

   "I thought, you're gay?"

   "Hahaha, no." She stopped, turned and I thought she was going to kiss
me! She didn't, her face went right past mine, but I heard her breath. 
'Hh, I'm straight.  Your sister's the one going out with Fatima.'

   "Uh!?"

   "You ever been with a girl before?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "Hihihihihn, who?  You got a blow up doll, somewhere?" I shook my head.
"Yeah, no.  Of course not.  It's okay, you're a shitty liar, but you're
lucky I like virgins."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah," I just closed my eyes, felt her hand, through my pants.

   "What's wrong, don't you like me?"

   "Ngh!" I nodded.  "I just, huh.  Jerked off."

   "Oh, thinking about what.  Me?"

   "Yeah."

   "And your sister?"

   "No!" god, "Of course not!"

   "Why don't we get out your porn," she went right to it, "Maybe that'll
get you in the mood..."

   "Okay."

   I just had to wonder, how did I ever get so lucky?  I guess i saved up,
but I never really thought.  Well, I thought she was gay.  I was wrong,
damn it, I was so wrong, about so much.

   "And nerds," she sat on my bed, started flipping through the magazines
in her lap.  "Come here, smart boy." she patted the sheet beside her,
"Let's see what you can learn about sex."

   "Uh," I sat down, "Okay!"

   "Yeah, don't be scared, I won't bite." She rubbed my leg, "Unless you
want me to." Squeezed it through my pantleg.  "Would you like that?"

   "Yeah," I mean, no?  Maybe.  I don't know, maybe we can try that. 
"Where?"

   "Why don't you lay down.  Take that shirt off.  Yeah, let me see your
tits."

   "I, don't."

   "Hihihihn!" She rubbed her hands up under my shirt.  "They're so cute!"

   "Gh!"

   "You like lesbos, Gilly?"

   I shook my head.

   "Yeah, 2 hot girls.  You want to play lesbo, with me?"

   "Yeah," okay, "Sure." Why not?  Whatever she wants, I'm just happy, to
finally have here here.  Making all my dreams come true.

   "Hhihihn!  Maybe we can borrow some of Tima's panties, I bet they'd fit
you.  Would you like that, little girl?"

   "Yeah," maybe.  If they're dirty.

   "She won't need them anyway, with your sister to play with, all day. 
Ooh!" She rubbed it.  "You like that, huh little girl?"

   "Yeah."

   "Yeah, let's see what kind of lesbo you make." Whatever she wants, as
long as she keeps rubbing it like that.  "Let's see if you got any hair on
it.  Sis?"

   I just nodded, and closed my eyes.

   She whispered, 'got any toys?'

   I shook my head.

   "Yeah.  But you can get porn, so you can get some toys, right?" I
suppose?  'sex toys.' Right in my ear, then her breath moved down. 
'Hhhhh.'

   "Maybe," what for?

   "They don't need toys," she pinched my chest, "They have their fingers,"
kissed my nipple.  "Mouths." and sucked the other one.

   I never, even thought.  Well, that was a girl thing, right?  But I have
nipples, we all have them, I just never even thought about trying that.

   "Oh!"

   "Shhhh!" She let it pop out, hot, wet, and cooling in the air.  "I'm
going to need one, though.  To fuck you."

   Then her breath on my tummy, kissing my belly button, and sticking her
tongue in, to swirl around.

   "Uh, fuck!  That feels good."

   "Good," she held it up, out of the open front of my pants, and her
breath kept moving,

   down.

   .

   ;

   Temptress (fdom Pseu Saph Feminization)

   It was so sick!  I mean, last night, didn't feel this wrong.  This gay,
I was happy to do it.  Show Tima.  Okay, I thought it would make her
jealous, but the result is what matters.  The problem wasn't that she's not
into little girls.  She told me, she is, she was just ashamed to admit it.
Why she liked me, and yeah, it was flattering, but.

   That's not what this was about.  Privacy, they needed some time alone,
to get her, and we can't have little mister creepypants hanging around,
listening at the door,, and peeping, jacking off, so.  Yet another service
I provide, this wasn't for me, it was for them.  As soon as I caught him, I
knew I had to think of something.  So, I improvised.  Not like it's hard.

   "Hinhnhin!" Right away, the perv already jacked off, but he's curvy
enough, I guess.  Too young to grow a decent neckbeard, but it's really
pretty easy to think down to his level.

   He hates girls.  Especially gay ones, talked to his sister more than
enough to get all the pieces, just had to put them together.  For all his
intellectual superiority, he's really pretty simple, sexually.  That's the
lie, he tells himself he's a Big Brain.  So, his reason is stronger than
his emotions.  Right.

   Dipshit.  So, he trys to rationalize lesbians, mansplain it to something
he can dismiss, so he can keep feeling superior.  So, while I'm at it,
might as well play teacher, and instruct him.  Show him, what it's like. 
How it feels, to be so sexy, and so into girls, for being so sexy.  He's so
curious about lesbians?  Fine, I can show him.  What it's like.  Not that
I'm a lesbian, you know I think I'm actually frigid?  I don't care about
boys, or girls, they both suck, just differently.

   Don't mean I can't have sex.  I just don't Need it.  So, I can use it,
to get Hil' over her hot pants, Tima over her denial, Gil over his ignorant
fascination.  Hate lesbos, huh?  Try shaming yourself, then.  About damned
time you turned all that hate on yourself.  All the shame and guilt you put
on us girls, for being girls.  For being so sexy, and not seduced by his
stupid ignorant judgemental mansplaining.  Sexy!

   No, he's disgusting.  Ask me why that's so hot.  I need to give Tima
another chance tonight.  Fatty, he's not as fat as her, but, it's not so
bad.  It just looks so bad, but to be honest I need to get past all this
bullshit too.  So, he's fat, she's fat, like that makes them any more
disgusting then anyone else.  I'f I'm going to be looked at, and fantasized
about, for the way I look anyway.  Sexually harassed until it makes me hate
the very idea of sex, fuck it.  Can't beat them, join them.  That's their
weakness, they need this stupid smelly impulsive animal crap.

   I don't, but I can use it.  What good is being so hot and pretty if I
don't get anything out of it?  Except shamed, I'm sick of being ashamed of
it.  Fine.  Let's see how you like it.  He's the worst, at least my brother
and his pastey posse are stupid.  He really should know better.  If you're
so smart, then why are you so stupid?  So, time to teach him a lesson.  Not
in love, in sex.  In lust.  That's what I get out of it.

   "Uh!"

   "SLWGLH, Huh!" Not bad?  Okay, I wondered about that too.  Assumed it's
what they wanted to see.  Girls sucking dick, cum hungry sluts, moaning,
and begging to have it jammed down their throats until the gagged on it. 
It's good!  "Mmh!" A little ran down my chin, so I licked it, and wiped it
up with my fingers to lick it off.  "MH!" It's really really good!

   So, there's that.  Something I like about sex.  Finally.  "Now," I'm not
done with you yet, "Let's see how you like it." I'm not even hot, or wet,
or, anything.  "Carpet muncher, eat it!  Eat that filthy fucking cunt like
you always wanted to, dyke.  Yeah, get it good and wet!"

   Nothing.

   "Uh!" Really?  "You really suck at it, for a wannabe lesbo, EAT IT!"
Maybe it's just him, but I tried everything.  Any porn I could think of
trying to turn myself on, Childporn, horses, dogs, big gay hunks
barebacking eachother.  Bear fucks twink, twink fucks bear, lesbos, bi
orgies, solo jacking, gangbangs, bukkake.  Okay, "Yeah, suck that cunt you
filthy little girl!" Maybe that, buckets of cum, guzzling it like a German
Goo Girl.  "Huh!" Feel my nipples, squeeze the bulges under them.  "Heah!"
Scoot up, "Now, suck the shit out of my ass." Yeah.

   I'm starting to feel, something?  I guess.

   "Huh!" Get off.  Of his face.  "Worthless piece of shit can't do
anything right.  Yeah, better go get me a toy, fuckboy.  A nice big
fuckstick.  Cause that pathetic little thing sure isn't gonna do the job."
I just got so sick of holding it in.  All the things I wanted to say, but
held back until I found someone to shut up, and listen for one.  Especially
him.  Shut up and listen, for once in your life, you might actually learn
something.  Actually.  Well, you know, yeah, I do.  All about lesbos, so
why don't you ask someone who actually knows some actual lesbians?

   He covers it up, but he looks so cute.  Ashamed.  "You'll learn.  You
better, and stay away from your sister.  Have a little fucking decency you
fucking perv." Where's my underwear.  "Get you some panties, to get in a
twist.  If you're gonna get buthurt anyway, might as well dress for the
part.  Men's rights?  Haha!  Fighting for the right to talk over women,
like that's anything fucking new." Grab his mouth, "The only right you have
left to fight for is to wear panties.  See what that's like.  I'm going to
get some, right now.  Fatty's got to be out of them by now, so stay here,
and wait for me to get back."

   "Huh, yeah." Push his head down.  "Susan?"

   "WHAT!" Turn back from the door.

   "I," Awe, he looked so scared!  "Huh, I think, I love you."

   "Good." Now to get those panties, "All the better to control him
with..."

   Lovers (fG NS Talk Priv)

   "Hhhhhhh!" Just cuddling her, her deep heavy breaths under my head.  Her
soft chest, and thick arm around me.  Her moans still in my ears, and the
thick musky stench of her sex hanging in the room, and clinging to my lips
ever time I lick them.

   You want to read about a teen lesbian fucking a little girl?  Try
Leslita.  This was real, true, love, and none of your fucking business. 
You're gonna go fuck yourself anyway, might as well read someone else's
fantasies, because you're not going to hear about it from me.

   "What's it like?" I felt her tummy, rise, and fall.  With her breath,
the little hairs brushing the backs of my fingers.

   "Orgasm?" I nodded.  "Huh!  Incredible.  God, I.  I got off, just
thinking about you, but.  I don't think anything can compare to what you
just did to me."

   "Good," I'm so happy.  "I thought.  Maybe it was because I didn't know
how to do it, or with Susan because it wasn't with you, but.  You think,
maybe I'm too young to get off?"

   "I suppose.  Huh, don't think I'm any expert.  I didn't even think about
sex until almost a month ago, but.  No, maybe you're just not ready to,
yet."

   "It's okay," I nodded, "I love this.  And, getting you off." Over and
over, "It was the most incredible thing, ever." So far, "It wasn't like,
with Susan."

   "How so?"

   "I don't know," I turned over, sideways in the pile of bedding.  The
love nest, and kissed the middle of her chest.  "If it's okay, to say."

   "Huhuha!  Susan.  I know you don't know her that well, but she doesn't
care."

   "She told you that?"

   "She's shameless.  Why, I think, she even pretended to be ashamed, for
some reason," she thought, "But I don't think.  I doubt she ever had any.
She told me, she didn't want me thinking about her, to tease me.  It
worked, but.  No, she lied.  I know that now, I suppose I had to feel
something true, with you.  Love to realize how she was lying to me."

   "Like she said she's not gay." Yeah, well, "Uh.  No, actually, you know.
I don't think, it was gay." Like she said, I had to feel this, that made me
doubt what she told me to.  "She told me, it would be just like
masturbating with a mirror, but it wasn't, for me.  I feel like, I the
mirror now?" It's not even confusing?  It's like, the confusion going away.
"Yeah, she used me, as a mirror, to get herself off.  I think, she fucked
herself.  No, yeah.  That's what she did, she didn't even molest me." Like
I honestly always wanted.

   I'm a little girl.  I know that, but today I realized I liked that. 
That's the fantasy, and even why I love Fatima.  "I'm sorry."

   "Oh, don't feel guilty again.  I wanted it.  I want you, to molest me,
overand over.  Huh!  I hated being a little girl, so much, until you" too
"showed me, and made me love it.  God, I don't even want to grow up any
more, or too fast.  I want to run away to neverland with you, forever."

   "Yeah," she laughed, and jiggled under me so nicely.  I love her fatty
fat.  Fatima, she offered to lose weight for me, but.

   "I wish I could get you pregnant." While we're talking about fantasy.

   "Huh." She looked down, from thinking.  "Is that why you backed into the
corner?"

   The first time, she touched me.  I nodded.

   "Acted so modest, and vulnerable?"

   "Yeah.  I realized, pretty quick, that's what turned you on." Actually,
I saw her, doing it.  She's really good at it, playing bad little riding
hood, I guess?  I don't know, can't really put it into words, but she's a
tease.  She's really increadibly good at it, and it turned her on.  My
lover, my Fatima.  She's so, big, and exiting, and smart, but she doesn't
hide it like Susan.  "Huh, I love her.  Too.  Not like you, but.  It's
weird how she makes me feel."

   "Yeah, me too.  Kinky, really."

   "Yeah." She's so kinky, that, it's kind of sexy how you have no idea
what she's thinking, just that it's sick, and sexy, and she's obviously
thinking it about you.  "She's really a serious perv."

   "Yeah," oh, "Huh!  I didn't even realize it, until she went up to fuck
my brother." To give us the privacy, but.  It wasn't the way she offered
that, "It's really kind of sweet, but.  The ways she."

   "Yeah, I could tell when she said it, she really wanted to.  Too."

   "Yeah."

   "Huh!  Let me up?"

   I sat up.

   "Better get a shower, and a nap while we have the chance."

   "Yeah," cause, "With her, it's gonna be a long night."

   "And morning," she pulled out a bathrobe, "We're skipping church
tomorrow, too."

   I looked for something to put on.  "I'll ask, my folks won't like it."

   "Too bad."

   "Okay," she's right.  As usual, "Yeah, we just won't ask."

   ;

   {Note: She wrote that, all of that.  The 2 lesbians, talking about her
behind her back?  Yeah, what passes for introspection in her self-absorbed
mind.  Don't You Believe It!}

   Bitch (fdom Switch Rape Fant.)

   [She didn't, cum back.  I guess she couldn't talk Fati' out of her
underwear, but I waited, just like she said.  I didn't pass out, or
anything.  I just lie there, dreamy, thinking about everything.  Everything
I thought, I knew, and I imagined about women, girls, lesbians, and
myself...]

   "Uh?"

   "What?" She looked up, from my lap to the desk.  Homework, but like the
Teacher.  Reading over her shoulder, it's her fantasy but I'm into it.

   "I," could feel it, "I think I'm." Starting to get hard again.  I just
closed my eyes, I said enough.

   "Ooh!" She giggled.

   Remembered the way she pulled them up, made me hold my legs together,
until it got hard again in my lap.  And write, about my first time.

   "Ready for some more?" I nodded.

   I said enough, now I was learning.  It's nice, I like it.  She showed me
how I was lying to myself, making up stupid myths to explain why girls like
other girls instead of me, when the answer was just too obvious.  Girls are
sexy, and I was a loser.

   "You ever have rape fantasies?" I shook me head.  "Of course not." She
says that, like.  I know what it means, I'm not stupid, even she admitted
that.  I was just ignorant, and in denial.  So smart that I assumed, I knew
when I really needed her to show me the truth.

   I'm a bottom, submissive, but.  "I don't want you to rape me." I believe
it, she totally could.  I'd let her, but that doesn't mean I want her to.

   "No," she laughed, "Lesbians." She breathed on my shoulder, "I know you
fantasized, raping us."

   "Ngh!" I nodded.

   That's what Of Course Not means.  You're lying, but she saw right
through it.

   "You wanted to rape me.  Show me what I was missing out on.  The D?" She
finally touched it.  Again, but it was so hard.  "Because you thought I was
a lesbian, but now that you know the truth.  You want to try it?"

   "Rape?"

   "Fantasy." She let go, and touched my chin.  Pulled it up, and kissed
me. She's full of surprises, but I never thought.  "I want you to rape me."
She stepped back.  "Get dressed, lets get out of here.  Go somewhere I can
scream as loud as I want.  When you show me what a big man you are."

   Really!?  "Okay!" I grabbed some clothes.

   "You got any rubbers?" I shook my head, "Huh!  This is my shocked face."
I actually laughed a little, so she grinned.  "Hihihn!  If you want to fuck
me, I sure can't support a pregnancy, much less take care of a baby.  but
you're going to have to be rough.  Brutal." God, she was so hot.  "Huh! 
You think you can do that?"

   "I hope so." I just want to please her now, but it's not like I didn't
think about it.  "Where?"

   "My place." She looked back, to grin over my shoulder.

   "Really?" Ever since she got kicked out, nobody knew where she was
living, even her own brother.  "Uh," We talked about it, but, nobody really
knew.  "Where's that?"

   "You know the hotel, outside town?"

   "Who pays for that?" I shook my head.  Also, "Which one?"

   "The Econolodge." Cheap, but.  "I do."

   "How?"

   "Porn.  I don't want to whore.  Probably be pretty good at it." No shit,
"But it's safer, online." Childporn, she means.  Yeah, she's a teenager,
but barely, and she sure doesn't look it.  "You know, live, cams?" I
nodded, I'd seen them.  "Well, that way there's no evidence." Makes sense,
you don't want to get caught with that.  Even as a child, especially now.
"So, I just hang out online, until some perv contacts me, sends me dick
pics, so I know he's not a cop."

   "Yeah," a cop can't do that.

   "You'd be surprised how easy it is."

   "Not really," I shrugged, "The way you look." Innocent.

   "I keep forgetting how smart you are." She took my hand, rubbed it on
her lap.  I wasn't hard, and more, but you know.  That changed!

   "You want to try it?"

   "Porn?" I shook my head, "Or entrapment?" I'm submissive, I know that
now but, "I'm not stupid, you know."

   "Hahaha, of course not." Just what she needed, video of me raping her.
"That's why I like you, it's sure not for your looks."

   "Yeah, well fuck you too!"

   "I sure hope so.  Dickless."

   "You're just trying to piss me off."

   "Yeah!"

   "Hahaha.  I'll show you." Almost there.  "Which room?" She gave me the
number, like I'd tell you.  "Give me your phone?"

   "Why?"

   "So, you can't hide it, to record it anyway, or call the cops."

   "So, you want to play this game, with me, man?"

   "Hahaha, your game, whore."

   She smacked me.  "Don't call me that, you dickless fucking loser!"

   I slammed the door.  "I'll show you."

   "Uh!" She bounced on the bed.

   Filthy fucking room.  Clothes all over the place, dirty ones from the
smell.  Nothing in the closets, but her bags, but I bent down to pick up
her underwear.  "Snhhh!" Her filthy fucking underwear.  Maybe she could
show me some, of her childporn.  Later, I don't need it to get in the mood
now.  "Open your whore mouth," I stuffed them in.

   "MHH!"

   I slapped her, and she tried to hit me again.

   "Don't make me hurt you." I held her down, but she kept fighting.  Hard,
but she's still so small, and weak.

   "Nrw!" She stopped, looked at me, and nodded.  Seriously.  "Hrt mrh."
And closed her eyes.

   So, this time, I punched her, hard in the gut.  Kinky little bitch!

   No, I wouldn't need porn to get in the mood.

   Of course not.

   She tapped out.  On the night stand, so I let her go.  Long enough to
open the drawer.  With the rubbers in it.

   And a toy.  A big fucking toy.

   I swallowed.  Almost went soft before i could put it on.  Remembering
what she said.  She'd need one.

   To fuck me.

   This was my turn, to make up for how she humiliated me, the first time.
Better do it, then.  Knowing that next time, would be her turn.  "Fuck."
Okay.  "Yeah." I better rape her.  And enjoy it, she was right, that was my
fantasy all along.

   Of course not, I'm not like that, right?  Of course not.

   Yeah I am.  She's going to punish me for it anyway, so she's right.  I
might as well rape her, while I have the chance.

   "MREEEEH!  MREEEEH!"

   Even through the panty gag, her screams were unbelievably loud.  I
didn't have any trouble getting fully hard, though.  Keeping it up, raping
her as hard as i could, like I always dreamed of.

   No.

   Of course not.
   "UH!" Fuck!  "HUH!" And it felt incredible.  I never got off like that.