I was never here before, but I found someboys playing basketball in an old parking lot. I got off my bike andwalked towards them. I had a smile on my ...ace and I felt like myselfagain.There were 7 boys, so I asked them if I could play. One of the boyslooked at me and said he did not want a sissy to play. Another boy saidI was not a sissy, I was a girl. I then had to admit that theyconsidered my clothes to be girlish. I went up to them and took theball ad dribbled the ball telling them to come. I could feel the goosebumps begin to rise on my skin as my breathing quickened but yet my only thought was please don't stop touching me. He reached down and slowly raised my shirt above my head and his lips began to brush against my belly. I ran my fingers through his spiky hair as he traveled upwards his mouth slowly taking in my breasts. I could feel his tongue ring teasing my nipples as I undid his belt and reached for his hard cock. I kept slowly touching it. It was so warm in my hand. It. She had to remind herself that he had a pretty dangerous card in his hand, if he wanted to play it. ‘You went right back to him. Right after you left here!’ ‘So?’ Julie didn’t know what to say. Yes, she had done just that. But what could she do? Deny it? Say it was likewise unplanned? No, there was nothing to do but own up to it. What else could she do? Nothing in Julie’s experiences could have given her any insight as to how to handle this. She just had to gut her way through and take the. ' It was judged on content, style (meaning the moregirlish it sounded the more points awarded), and delivery which had tobe as feminine & prissy as possible. A $250 shopping spree (for girlsclothes, naturally) was awarded the winner as well as a summer job as atypist.During the judging, Jamie appeared perfectly lovely in his long, softpink, chiffon evening gown. It fell nearly to ankle length, just shortenough to show off his ankles and the four and a half inch heels that hehad been forced to.