Once he came up behind a slow pickup, leaned to the left to pass, only to see a car approaching in the other lane. Too late to slow, he downshifted an... snapped the throttle open, shooting around the pickup and back into his own lane, catching a glimpse of the horrified expression of the car’s driver as he shot by in the other direction. Now he knew he was about 2 miles from Lenox. Decision time: would he continue on H, or take the crossing hiway C back toward Licking? Then Fate threw in a wild. “You said you been fucking boipussy for a long time, but you’re only eighteen. How old were you when you started.”“f******n,” he responded.“Young. How did it happen?”Martavious took a long sip of the vodka and cleared his throat. Then he began, “When I was twelve my mom went to prison and my dad was already locked up. My grandma got custody of me. Anyway, about the time I fucked the first dude, I had been actin’ out, skipping school, and shit. So my grandma put me on lockdown and every time she. Finally, I convinced her to come out to the porch with me for a cigarette (I was a social smoker despite my athletic career). She pulled on a puffy black coat, and we walked out and smoked on the porch. Some other people were out there, but they finished and went back inside. That left just the two of us.I sat down on the sofa on the porch and pulled her on top of me. She straddled me, sat down, and began kissing me deeply. I put my arms around her and slid my hand down to feel the top of her. I clasped my small pink bar on and I saw my self turning into Stephanie. I sprayed perfume on and slipped the pretty little Black cocktail dress over my shoulders and shimmied it down my body. MMMMM I looked good enough to fuck I thought. But I had more to do. My eyeliner went on quickly as well as my foundation. I carefully painted my lips a burgundy shade and topped my ensemble off with my brunette shoulder length wig.. I had come a long way since that day Pattie and Bill awoke my feminine.