Not just the usual kind of anger that gets me whipped, but the kind that gets stone cold silence and rigidity in your posture. You push me away from y...u and go to stand up, but I cling to you and say I’m sorry. You ignore me, shoving me down onto the bed. I grab your waist and plead for you to forgive me; again you push me from you. I begin to cry, it doesn’t move you. I fall down before you, grab your ankles and kiss your feet with my lips and my tears. I hear you sigh so there is hope you. "Open it and you will see."When the locket was opened it revealed that as well as having a photograph in the base and lid, there was a finely made middle frame which also contained aPhotograph. In the base and lid was a photograph of her father and mother and in the middle section one of Luna. Petunia's eyes were glistening with tears as she tried to smile. She got up went round the table and gave the locket to her father and then jumped on Luna's lap and hugged her tightly."That is so special. I have no idea what is going on. My mother wouldn't do anything like this to me. I'm a virgin." If you weren't, Miss, they wouldn't let you be initiated in the first place." I'll just tell them I'm not a virgin. Then we can go home."A feeling of deja vu swept over me as I recalled a similar but opposite conversation with Abby four years ago. Abby had thought she could fake the loss of virginity."Your mother has told them that you are a virgin and they will check you before the initiation." But. I still was not a female by any stretch, but closer than ever before. In a year or so, after the hormones had done their work, maybe. For now, I was very happy. Mom helped me clean the stitches, and I got dressed. It was so different to not wear any padding at all. My bra was satin, and the sensation on my nipples was very erotic, something I had never felt until now. I dressed in a skirt and blouse, then had some breakfast, later, I walked to Gail's. Even walking was different now! Nothing.