There is something about being in a sexual situation for me. XXNX I was nervous; however, I continued to talk about homework. Our house did not have locking doors so the usual routine was to pull down my pajamas under the covers and rub myself off. Still nude, I cleaned myself up and went back into Joey’s room. As children, we played with our toys, rode our bikes, and played in the sandbox as another child our age would do. When Joey stood up, I could see the bulge in his gym shorts until he quickly hid it. We watched television as we ate our cheese-its and drank our water. “You have a hard on, Joey,” I said apathetic to the corollary that may have followed. As he continued to finger me, juices dripped onto the floor. I began growing breasts, my body began taking the
