Tony, an acquaintance of yours returned from a holiday backpacking around the English countryside, and came back with a story about an amazing little ...illage he happened across, a tiny little place hidden deep in the middle of nowhere with the exotic sounding name of "Spurting-Spent". He tells you that the population there is 95% female, and they are all, in his words "constantly up for it" - a village full of horny, sexually aggressive women, just like in those stories on the internet!He says. " He is looking at me with brown eyes behind those nerdy Clark Kent glasses. I love nerds and he turns me on so bad that I squirm in my seat. "No, I don't like her. The last two plays we put on she was really bitchy Alex. You should get someone we never saw before." I am thinking about myself. I get so nervous on stage, but I am tired of the perky blonde cheerleader who gets every role we ever offer. "Do you have anyone in mind then?" He takes off his glasses and the brown eyes are like molten. " I smiled mystrawberry frosted lips as I stood with my books pressed up against mystarting-to-develop breasts, something which I looked forward to seeinggrow bigger.I was reminded by that statement how some of my friends only liked mefor the stuff I had instead of who I was inside. The same thing hadhappened before Santa had turned me into an eight year old girl and startedme over again. When I was a guy in my past life, I never used a school locker or caredwhat people thought when I used my. I clawed at the French navy with my fingertips, slowly lifting the hem up her thighs as it bunched in my fingers. Anna’s digits combed through my dark, wet hair, driving me to distraction. Eventually, one of my hands lost the tenuous grip of the folds of her skirt. Breaking away, I snorted a frustrated sigh. Anna giggled, obviously realising what I was up to. She kissed me again, softly, sweetly. Then she cocked an eyebrow, goading me to continue. I dropped to my knees, then tried to sit back.