{(Parenthesis represents a word, or thought bubble}, quotes are {"spoken out loud.")}

[Auren {Fi NS Oral Anal Phal,..}

[(Smuit!> Thumb from mouth.  
("Yes mommy?">  Looking up at my name.]

[Turning, pulling the door. 
^"Just sit there,")]

[("But I dont hafta,"> Looking down.]

[|mouth,|
^
|Till| 
|you| 
|do|)  
|K|]

[(Hhn}v feet kicking under skirt.
...........................POOT!

Eyes closed, 
("NH,")

Blink,
PtTtTtTtT
Splashguard.

Full shot:  The back of her head, red pigtail on this side from the part]
[Roll,
Toilet
Paper
hand
FRP]

Terry {b Solo.}

"Hh," I flip shut the sketchbook, and tuck the pencil in the spiral.  KLCT

I slip my arm back under the covers, "Nh!"  Close my eyes to the dark.  |=|
The image still in my head, the long tall frame of Mommy, then three frames 
down the middle before the last frame of the door closed.

The picture I didn't draw, behind the blue splashguard.  "HhHhH!"  So hot,
I had to push down the covers.  Feel around down there, like her.  Little
privates, shorter then my pinky, and thinner than my thumb, but soft, and
sqooshy, like a worm.

I feel it's head, poke it's eye with my thumb, push it back in the skin,
all the way till it bulges in the bottom.  Push the little peenuts up,
over the bone, and under the skin.  "Hmh!"  My long middle finger, between
her lips, pinched with my long first finger, and shorter third.

Auren {i Solo}

[(NH!) covering her face,
white blouse with the sleeves gathered to pink lace around the elbows,
Black pleated skirt, legs crossed underneath, hands crossed in front.]

[From behind, head down, parted to red pigtails. <"NhH!")
lean tapered neck, narrow shoulders, blouse hanging over the rest,
Skirt up, in her hands, but hanging down in back over,
Leg/toilet\leg.]  {Thanks, Trevor Brown.}

Terry {b Solo}

"NH?" the worm rolling out, bulging, leaking, damp warmth spreading
through the covers.  "hhhhhH!"  KLCT!

Grab my sketchbook, and twist out more lead.  The eraser too, not m
"Damn it," try and remember, Nhn! smack it out of my head.
Close my eyes, 
[(...)]
"HhhH!" yeah, lips like a girl.  I never really got a good look, but
I know they buts come all the way around front.  Just through clothes 
you can see it sometimes, specialy if she's grown up.

Not my mom, she is always "Modest," and old fashioned about that stuff.
She goes to these meetings, "Society of freinds," but they're real 
quiet, like there's this big secret.

"Hh," lost it, close my eyes again.  But the bed gets cold, and I got 
to get up.  What's it really like, I wonder, and strip it down to the
plastic.  I lay down on that, wrapped up in the dry blanket, yawn, and
fall back a sleep.

"Terry!" I jumped out of bed, and got dressed real quick.  Whatever I
dreamed after that, I forgot.  I'm not used to this whole school thing
yet, and there's all these other kids, boys, and girls, but I don't
know how to talk to them.

There's a teacher there, and she's like amother Mommy.  Younger, with
dark hair instead of pink.  She says it's "Salt and Paprika."  We get
to do neat stuff, like draw, and she says I'm real good at it.

"What's this?" she pointed down to where I left the paper blank in a 
shape.  

"A toilet," I kept coloring in around it with the black crayon.

"WhH!" she laughed, "Why would you draw that?"

I srug, "I like them."

"Huhuh," she walks away, "That's weird."

"Uh," I got up, "An I got to go to the bathroom."

"Oh," she turned back in front of her desk, "Okay."

I think, I mean I didn't feel full, but the worm was sticking out, and 
so full it wouldn't even bend down.  I had to sit down, lean over my legs.
"Uhn," poot!, but no pee.  "NhH!" I had to reach down, "HnhHhH!"

Ptptptptpt!

"HhuhHhH!" even empty, it stayed stiff, but I got it back in my underwear,
and it was fine by the time I got back.  I had to put my hand down my pants
to push it back in, but nobody saw.

Then it was lunch, and when we were done, we could go out to the playground.
PNT! my head blew up, and I flound myself on the ground.  Pnt pn pTt.. the 
ball stopped.

"Stupid weirdo!"  I started crying, and went back in.  I wasn't hurt, but sad,
so I sat back down, and got out my sketchbook.  "Nn," I wiped my eyes, but I 
could draw it.  The ball flying in from out of Frame, bouncing off my head.  I
reach up to rub it, and bend lower over the page.

Mrs. Borlan  {F NS}

[I just wanted to attach this note with your son's grades.  As you can see, I
gave him high marks across the board.  I have never had a student as bright as
little Terrance, but I have some concerns about how his intelligence is going.

First of all, he draws, and is very creative.  While that is to be 
encouraged, I have never seen a kindegartener who has his own sketch pad.  
Don't get me  wrong, there is nothing wrong with him having it, but I had to 
take it away from another child because of an image that was becoming 
disruptive.

When you come to pick it up, you will see the last two pages.  The first 
depicts a very young girl, using a potty.  The other boy was, of course, 
making fun of the micturial nature, but I found it wholly disturbing.  He has 
no sister, nor siblings, which begs the question of where he got this image 
in his head?

The next page is incomplete, but I find it yet more distressing.  Frontal, 
with her skirt up, only the genital region is left blank.  Mind you, I am not 
a psychologist, and have religious differences with their practices, but we 
must meet, and discuss this.

To see such images coming from a boy of six, not yet able to read and write.  
I cannot politely describe the dread with which I imagine his future.  I also 
hearby Inform you that he is no longer allowed in my class.  He will be 
suspended while placement is found for him in another.]

Terrance {Mb NS}

"Come here, son." he sat on my bed, and helped me up into his lap.  "I had a 
talk with miss Borlan, this afternoon, and I'm afraid you're going to have to 
stay home with your mother for a few days.

"What's wrong?" I looked up.

"You remember the fight you had, in class yesterday?"

"Uh huh?" I looked down, crossed my legs.

"Well," he patted my head, "Why don't you tell me about it?"

I shrugged, "It didn't hurt."

"I know," he rubbed my back, "Your a big strong boy, but why don't you tell 
me now?"

"Weell," I sighed, "I was just drawing, and the bully boy took my book, and 
showed everybody, and they all started laughing, and I grabbed it, and he 
pushed me down, and kicked me before Miss Boreland stopped him.

"What were you drawing?" he wondered.

"Auren."

"Who?" there's nobody by that name in my class.

"Well, you know the cartoons, and funnys?" I looked up, and he nodded, "Auren's like a toon I made up."

"Really?" I nodded, "And you're drawing it?"

"She's a girl," I nod.

"What does she do?" he wondered.

"I don't know, whatever I do."

"So she eats," I nod, "Drinks," I guess, "Goes to the bathroom?"

"Yeah!" I never had her eat nor drink nothing before.

"And you draw her," I shrug, "In the bathroom?"

"Yeah," I jump, "You got it back!"  My notebook, it's like a bunch of Index 
Cards, wired together.  "Where's my pencil?"

"Never mind," he opened it up, on the blank side.  I don't use the other 
side, cause it's got lines in the way.

"What's this?" he points at {squiggles)

"Words," he never read the funnys yet?

"What she saying?" he used to read stories to me at night.

"Thnt!" I could read him my story now, "She's learning to go potty."

Her mommy says "Auren," that's her name, and tells her to wait.

She say's "Uhuh?", and tries.  

She poots first, {That's what we called farting,} and then she starts peeing.

"That's it?" he flips the page.

"Uh huh," I look away from the next one.

"What's she doing here?" her back is to him, so he can't see.

"Well, now she's older, and seeing how to pee standing up."

FLP, "And this?"

The one I can't finish.  "It's just the same picture," on the other side, 
perfect red lines up the sideways page.  "From the front."

"Hh," he sighs, smiling, but his eyes relaxed.  "So you just don't know how 
girls pee?"

"Uh uh," or what they look like down there, under all that, "And why don't 
boys get to wear skirts?"

"Uh," he blinked, "I don't know about that, but girls, they don't have the 
parts what stick out of boys, their parts go in."

"I know," everybody says that, "But what does it look like?"

"Hh," he reaches over, and picks up the pencil.

"Well," he flips the pages over to a stack, "They got this fold up the 
middle," [|] and some more over here," [(|)] "and a hole at the top," Pp, 
"For the pee to come out."

"oh."

[(i)]

Auren {i solo}

[(Hhn,} pigtail.
paper >[]< pencil]

[Red hair, profile
arm, pencil/desk
tapping foot]

[HalFace, {Uh,
Can i go to the 
bathroom?")]

Terry {B solo}

"HhH," I look up, around the park, noone near me.  Other kids laughing, and 
playing, a girl in a sun dress.  "Hnh!"  First, fill in the details.  Rifle 
through my colored pencils, blue for the eyes.

Looking down on the page she's drawing, leave a bent square reflection for it.

Sketch the hair in red, with the graphite guidelines as undertone, an arched 
cone for the bent spray of pigtail.  Rolling the mechanical pencil in my 
fingertips to draw the little balls of her nose.

Back to red for the lips, just the outline, with the teardrop divit in the 
middle.  Grey parabola chin.  Flip the erasor to blend out that dark line, 
down to shadow on her neck.  "h."

Move up, to her profile, the big round curve of her cheek into her jawline, 
sketch the shadow in pink.  The eye, large enough to put something in the 
reflection, but first the sideways, downward pout of concentration.

Like the eye, but with a 3 in the middle, colored in redder on top, almost 
pink on the bottom.

Then up to the picture.  In the first frame, I sigh, get out the mirror, and 
set it up.  I stop tapping my foot, and sketch in the profile.  Round, soft, 
cute, I open my eyes wide, and draw them even larger, exaggerating the 
shadows to bring out the shape in the tiny [page]

{Thank you, M. C. Escher.  Now, I got to say right now, I cent draw worth a 
damn, or I'd have "The Futanari Files" (C) Psiberserker 2009.  Probably 
somewhere online, unfortunately, I ain't gifted likeat.  I'm pretty good 
with words, but I hope you won't feel cheated if I try to keep it under a 
thousand.}

[Auren {i Solo}

I hurried to the bathroom, {shouldn't've had all that soda.)  
"Ngh!" can't make it to the girls room, duck in [Boys].
Those weird toilets hanging on the walls, pulling my skirt up over it.
"hH!" up on tippytoes, {"Nnyah!")
PtpT! skirt pulled back by my hand, holding down my white cotton panties.
The stream stops, and I feel the little round bead of flesh slip back.
Pt!  The underwear snaps back up, and the skirt falls over them.  Fsws.]

Terry {B solo}

"Nh," I slip my hands down my pants, my oldest, tightest underwear.  
Three fingers around the worm, I push his head in, slip my thumb around to
push it down, bulging in the skin.

Splitting my hand like Spok {(C) G. Roddenberry} I roll my nuts up, into 
place, and pinch her lips.  Or, not exactly, she isn't like the pictures they 
showed us in health class.  She has a little head, one eye without the wiggly 
worm in the top of her lips.

I can draw it, almost perfect, bigger without those tiny index cards in my 
old spiral.  Flip open my new one, loose leaf so I can swap pages in, and 
out.  The new pictures.

Standing over the poddy, naked from her waist down to her diaper, around her 
knees.  Just the dot, at the top, where her but comes together.  Below that, 
about 6, pissing in the woods.  Skirt up, panties around her ancles, little 
head peeking out, spitting the pee in a half parabolic arc, breaking up into 
teardroplets, "PptT" spattering in the dirt.

"Nhn," FlP!

On the other side, about twelve, like me.  Sitting down, a squirrel runs, and 
jumps to another tree overhead.  Sitting down, I hold it up to her naked, in 
the shower.  The water running down, flattening her hair to her shoulders.

Just tufts on the sides of her head in the first picture, they bent over the 
shoulders in the second, but clung over her arms, down to her ribs in the 
third.  Cute [?] of her belly button, (...) below that.  "Hmh," I shade her 
belly down some more, add some dots, even hairs like I was getting.

I cross my legs, and squeeze them so my balls don't fall out, and hold my 
breath, I make a line, about halfway down, and dot it on top. [(i)]  
"HhHhH!"  Then I sketch the little head around the hole.  Like mine used to 
be, but cuter, like an upside down heart.  Picking up my pink pencil, I 
color, and shade it in.

"HhnhH" I set it down, rub it in my palm, over the prickles on my bone, 
pulling the skin over it.  "NhnhN!" barely breathing, nuts curving the skin 
up, around it.  "UnH!" the wet twitches, sticky splashes on my wrist.  "Nyh, 
hHh, HhH!"

I wipe it on my underwear, and do up my pants, and go in to finish the picture after dinner.

Auren's education {MF NS}

[("Well"} Dr. sighing,
("The DNA results ^
came back.")

Mother, {Yes?)
Concerned pout.

Dr. {Well, it 
seems she has
damage to both 
sex determining 
chromosomes.}

Chromosomes, ^
("Her X isn't 
partitioning 
off the other, 
y chromosome, 
which is damaged 
at the SRY Allele.")

(What does 
that mean?} concerned.

(Hh,}
("Normally, the X Chromosome 
is Recessive to the Y, which 
develops the Wolffian, and 
Inhibits the Muller organs.")

("Okay?" In English?}

{"Both chromosomes are recessive, 
she defaulted to female, but is now
developing both male, and female 
organs in puberty.")

(So,} Thoughtful, {"Auren's a boy?")

("Genetically,"} Nodding, {"But 
Phenotypically, she's a female, 
with some male development.")]

Auren (i Solo)

[("Nh,"}  Getting up, {Got to pee)

Bathroom, (So Hard!}  Hand reaching
out,.. To the faucet.  "Kshshshshsh!"

("Hahn!"}  Face up, eyes closed, smiling.
Hand, urine stream, Ptptptptptptptptptpt!

Tub filling, steaming, Auren's foot, 
stepping over the side, dipping a toe.
Up the leg, smooth, pale, hairless.]

[("Hhnhnhn!"} Laying  back, eyes closed
hair soaking around her neck
Narrow shoulders,
Mosquito bites,
(bottom 2 1/2 ribs)2
long lean smothe tummy
navel ).q.(
just noticable hips,
(\sprouts/)
\(i)/
legs crossing in the water.]

Terry {m Solo}

"HhHhH!" my hands shook a little turning the page.  Zoom in on the
other side,
[(] broad stroke, the lenth of the page, then another. [)]
[(\.../)]
Close my eyes, her legs crossed, squeezing.
(\!/)
"Hn!"  Now, what kind of sound does that make, I can't hear it, but feel it, 
inside, then out, squirting from the skin, up my belly.  Push it back in, "p!"

"huh!" catch my breath, pick up my pencil.
[(\i/)] on one side, lying in the bath, then flip to the other side, sketch in
the [(\!/)  "HuhH!"

Auren's Education {i Solo}

(}R[("Nh!,"} Eyes closed, hair across pillow.
=^=[covers just below the clavicles,
|uu|[bunched, and bulged up with the development
\./[of an early teen.
)x([arms down, crossing under the blanket,
< >[legs up, and out to the knees, then back
.x.[together at the crossed feet.

[Side view, ridge of arm appearing behind thigh, other one up, behind the breast on this {L} side. Mouth open, bead of sweat down forehead.] 
Frmph! pulling the cover away to expose her, naked.
ЯR[{"nh!")Hir hand, thumb aside,
db][\(i)/]Slipping away to the L
\/][\(!)/]hooking around with hir 
thumb.  Not much bigger, around,
short, and stubby, just the head
popped out.  Fingertips curling
around, pulling back hir lip,
showing the thin pink hymen,
then covering it, feeling it.

Terry {M solo} 
{PL The Shizit - Cold Naked Protest (Bastards United Remix) Remixed for the Revolution}

"HhHhH!" it slipped out, popping under the curl of my thumb, "nH!" then 
a nut fell out, down.  "Hh," slip my other hand down from my chest, over
my tummy, slip it back up, grip the worm, pinch out my lips with my finger
tips.

Red curls, tickling my palm, touching hir like this, pressed against hir
back, and bottom.  "HhnhH!" Pbt, slipping into her with a "Pop!"  HhH, dPt, 
"Nnh!"

Turning over, one hand, and knee, holding my mess, heel to my pubic bone,
nads on my wrist.  "Hhn," rub it some more, no lean down on the matress,
my shoulders, head to the side.  "Nhn!" yeah, sticking it in her like this.

"Yrh," titties hanging over my arms, worm bulging in hir fingers, but a 
little hard to breathe.  "Hh," kind of, "NnH!" twist, roll over, and lean
back on the wall, behind my bed.  "Hh."

Hadn's seen them for a while, the "pee nuts" I used to think they were 
when I was younger.  Draped over the worm, softening, I reached up to push
him in.  Pp.  With my other hand, I pinched, and guided them in, the folds
of my lips.

"Huh!" doesn't look like much, all tucked in like that, but feels, I don't
know, right?  Closing my eyes, it bulges, pushes out, slides into my fingers, 
and palm.

"HhHhH," hir, me/fe/male.  Soft, curvy, cute, fuckable.  "HhH!" my fingers 
slipping up, over my lips, flattened in the palm, the little curls a round 
my only hole, down there.  "nh!" I just had to, to know, how it feels.

"To be fucked."  Someone else, inside me, "NH?"

Hir face turned away, tear running down the side of hir nose.

"Hh? it twitched around my fingertip, "Hhhhhhhh."  Pulsing, thick in my 
fingers, and palm, splashing, sticky, but slippery.  Dripping down on my
belly, and chest.

Auren's Education {Fi Tran}

[Pdbq, the basketball rolled to a stop, ("All right, girls, hit the 
showers."} coach, crew cut, tank top, from behind.]

Blond, running to get the ball, bending to pick it up.][From the side,
Auren looking, down.

Knk! Bathroom door, blond dropping the ball into a basket.  {"Hey, I'm
Sarah.")

("Auren,"} reaching up to undo the hairtye.

("Really?"} nodding, {"Pretty name.")

Shrugging, ("Thanks,"}, and pulling up hir tank top, {You're pretty.)

("You think so?"} looking down, hand in shirt, in lap.  {"I like your
hair.")

{"Oh?"} twisting it in hir fingers.

Reaching back, {"Yeah,") Pob, {Hh.)
Larger, and heavier than hir's she looks down, speechless.

Other girls coming in, naked, wet, toweling off.  ("Hh,}  Pulling a tee 
shirt on over tented shorts, and reaching for hir skirt.]

Kshshshsh!  Sarah in the shower, leaned over, hair hanging wet, water 
running down, dripping from her nipple, and the underside of her breast.

Terry {T solo}

The coach, older, a little chubby, brown hair.  Catching them in the 
shower together.  Auren comes back, after the other girls are dressed,
and gone, naked, trying to cover hir hardness.

On the opposite wall, turning to look back, face, tits, ass, hardness 
from the other side.  Bulging on hir tummy, then rolling like a foreskin,
rolling out, the eye opening, skin pulling tight over it.

Shc. Sarah stops the water, and turns to walk out, right across the
Kshshshsh,.. of Auren's water.  Halfway down hir arms, and breasts, both
hands over hir crotch.

("Hey,"} turning to look, noticing.

Hir hand, folded over it, but not flat, ^"Nhn,") trying to push it back in,
turning away.

("What's that?"} pointing down, from her boobs.  "HhHnH!"

From behind, curled over in the water, {"Nothing!") hiding everything.

("You're a boY?"} coming around, looking over hir side.

("No, I,"} looking over, {"Just,) hir shoulder.  
Switch to the red pencil, sketch in hir blush, embarrassment.

("Is it reaL?"} curious, {"CanI seE?")

("Uh,"} Uncomfortable, 
{"It grows out of me,"} 
pushing hard enough to bend 
it, ("won't go back in."^

("Hhint!} she giggles, {"It's cute!)

(really?} straightening, and relaxing a little, {"you think so?")

("Uh huH!} nodding, down, smiling, a drop rolling down from her 
wet hair.

Coach {M fi Voye}

[("All right,"} class was over 20 minutes ago, {"girls?")  Water still
running, left the shower on, ^"Hnh!")

Past the lockers, {Clothes unnoticed between them in the background}

(hihI!} from the door, kshsHSH!

("HhH!"} peeking carefully around.]

[Sarah, brown wet hair covering her ears][Auren, eyes closed.]
[arm out, covered from the knuckles down by the redhead's thigh.]
[Crossing Auren's arm, turned up, between her legs.]

[Coach, school colors (Blue, and Green) tank top, 
slipping up over his belly, hanging breastlike over his
tighty whiteys, boulging.]

[(NhH!} eyes pop open, KshshshshH!!!]
bitten lower lip.][Reverse, thumb,
fingers, gripping, slipping skin
up from the head, eye wide open,
crying white.]

[Sarah's thighs,][Coach,
water reflecting][his
tiles, white drop][eyes
pristine, blank.][Wide!]

Terry  {Mfi Futa Fant}

All right, put down the pencils before your nuts start aching.
Write what I won't draw, the 3 way, with the coach?  Doesn't 
sound like my Auren.

Kissing, touching each other, those big tits in hir
hands.  Still hard, slipping wet between them as she gets
down, holds them up, wet.

Coach really stroking now, pants sliding down, dragging the
underwear, thunking to the concrete floor.  Both girls turned,
to the open shower doorway, the coach back from the light.

Skip all the dailog, how this would ever fuckin happen, but
straight into them welcoming him, tail wagging proudly in front
of him.  Sarah in front of hir, blocking hir crotch with her thigh.
Reaching behind her to shut the water off.

Slipping up his wet shirt, Auren behind her, then him.  Teen 
sandwich, and what do you know, the creamy filling looks a lot
like me.  A bit older, more manly, big fucking dick.  Still 
short, slipping up between her legs.

Still haven't seen one, or felt it, in real life.  Lots of porn,
and whatever I can draw.  I'll never feel Auren, like her.  Soft,
now, I fall asleep, everything put way.

Auren {fi Nude}

KshSH!.. the other girls left, and I crept to the showers, one still going.  
Not even sticking out any more, but shy.  It was only fair, she see me, and 
I see her.

KSH! not really blond, I couldn't tell untill I saw her body hair, wet.  
"nh," under the water, slipping out, rolling hard along my thigh.  "hhh!"

Her's turns off, and I look over, at her walking out, picking up a towel.
No shame, why would she?  With those hips, narrow waste, round boobs.  Nice
brown patch in front.

"Your hair really is That red?" she rolled her eyes.  

"Uh, huh?" my hands slipped, and something popped out.

"OMG," hands up over mouth, dropping the towel, covering her nipples.
"You're a boy!?!"

"Uh," I let my hands fall, "Not really."

Wide blue eyes, looking down, jaw dropped.

"It just sticks out of me, sometimes."  I shook my head, "You don't have one?"

"A," she looked around, "penis?" whispered.

"I guess,"  looking down, "I pee out of it."

"No," she shook her head, "I don't have one of," waved, "Those."

"Well," before she turns away, "What do you have?"

"I don't know," looking down, "A regular pussy."  spreading, and bending her knees.

"Uhn," hand out, "can i see?"

"Sure," shrugs bouncilly, "If I can see your's."

"Okay?" still curious, leaning in.

"I can't see!" upset.

"Sorry," KShnq!  Grab a towel on the way out, "There's benches out here."

Sit down, scrub at my hair, and twist them out on the sides.  Leaning back, 
I put my leg up, and slapped my belly with it on accident.

"Thnt!"

Sarah {if Nude}

I giggled, but then just kind of stared.  I seen them before, mostly soft, 
but this was weird.  I mean, on a girl, she had lips like me, but no folds 
inside, not even a cherry.

And at the top, they bulge out from this round ridge up the bottom.
and it gets skinnyer, to the top where it wrinckles in the crease of her
cute head.  Pink, like her lips, nipples, but not the meaty red of her hole.
"You're not a virgin?"

"I never been with anybody," she looked away, "but I play with myself."

"How?" it's not real big.

"Well, I," she sits up, "Pull on it, and fuck my fingers."  Is it getting
shorter?  "How do you do it?"

"What," look around, "play with myself?"

Terry {M solo}

I remembered it all, light still on, binder open, I just had to flip back 
a page.  Erase some dialog, and write in the way she would do it, without the
coach.

And all that nudity, mostly from porno.  Drawing them just talking, Auren 
slowly getting comfortable with it.  Covering hirself, not the cute cones 
on her chest, bent over, valley between them, framing hir hands in shadow.

[|=|], dialog down the middle, Auren standing straight at the end of the page.

Split the next one, facing each other, topside of hir erection covering hir.
She uses the word [(vulva}], nice health class word, sounds nice, thinks it.
No word for hir worm yet.

And Sarah, almost exaggerate her development, maybe held back a few grades.
Center the tits, vulva at the bottom of the page, top filled with her hair.
Damp, almost black roots, but curly, and drying, fading to blonde at the tips.

Heart face, almost fat, but high round blushy cheeks.  Blue eyes, big, round, 
continuing the theme.  Light, almost peach skin, only in the shading.

"Hhn," another page, in the locker room, on the bench.  Her, then Hir, four 
frames on two pages, | , then - .  Leg up, penis draped over, resting on hir 
thigh.  Spread open by it, creases, and wrincles arching out where the lips 
meet the base.

Up at Sarah, standing, looking down, head covering her crotch.  No sex, yet, 
still have to figure that out, but something to look at, milk the worm.

Dr. Kleiner {Mt NS Psyc}

So many troubled kids, "Come in," so little time.  "Sit down."

[Crosses legs, ]  "You're supposed to evaluate me?"

"Yes," [ to supress genitalia?]  "Some of your teachers are, concened about 
your drawings."

"You mean Auren?" his imaginary freind.

"Yes," [Poor at distinguishing fantasy from reality.]  "Do you have them with 
you?"

"I don't bring them to school with me," he looks down, ashamed, and shifts in 
his seat.

"Well, tell me about her."  [Extremely structured speach.]

"HIr," stressing the soft vowel, "S'hes intersex."

"Why?" I wonder [Gender Disphoric?]

"Hir X, and Y are mutated, both recessive so they both affect hir development."

[Almost elaborate speach,] "I mean why draw an Intersex?"  [Possibly Schitzotypal, 
or co-disorders.]

"Idaknow," shrugging, still not comfortable, "That's just the way s'he is."

[Not a stutter,] "She told you?" [He says "s'he, hir."]

"No," he giggles, "She's not real," covers his mouth, "Just a cartoon I draw."

"Okay," [Not delusional,] "How long have you been drawing 'heir'?"

"Hir," not like hear, or here, but hir, with a soft i.  "Since Kindergarten."

"Yes," I seem to remember a note from a miss, Flp Flp, "Borlan."

"Uh huh!" nodding, still very childlike.  "She's always about my age."
{This one's a WiP, you'll just have to check back.}