"What do you mean, not normal?" Well, I'm not like other guys, down there I mean. I don't even take a shower after P.E. class, because I don't want an...one to see me. I've seen them naked, and I know I'm, well... different."Michelle sat down on the bed again. Billy's sad tale was touching her compassionate side again. She remembered when she was younger being embarrassed about letting other girls see her naked, because of her small boobs. Of course, that was before she found that a lot of guys. Dustin had developed into quit a handful on his on---mostly attitude. I guessed that pre-puberty was setting in, and he just didn't understand that, or how to control himself.It was a rare event that dad came home one day about mid May. Sitting around the dinner table (how many months had it been) something in the conversation led Dustin to let out a 'fuck it'. Mom liked to have passed out. Dad jumped straight up from the table, exclaiming “what did you say”? Dustin repeated himself, “I said. He pulled that thin tube out of me and fumbled with something else behind my back. I felt more cold grease as his finger circled my anus and then slowly entered me.I moaned, more in embarrassment than anything else. I tensed up. But I was surprised when I realized that it didn't hurt. It really wasn't that bad. In fact, it felt kind of nice!Despite my reservations I slowly began to relax as he worked his finger in and out of me like a little dick for a minute or two. He pulled his finger out. Her shit covered clothes were on the floor, rank with pee. "Be a good girl, baby sissy..." John started, feeling decidedly ill. He felt himself starting to sweat in fear, and tried to hide it. He didn't know whether to be angry or afraid."Baby is always a good gurl, you useless sissy," babysissy hissed, smiling, confident.John Phillips could feel Nurse's eyes on his back, as he stood there tottering. In this, I can negotiate, he thought. I have a witness, a fair one even. "babysissy," he said.