'g2g now, homework. Talk tomorrow?''Of course!' I reply as Ashley signs out of Facebook. I head to bedshortly afterwards, exhausted from the whole day... the whole week, infact. I just about manage to drag myself out of bed at 7:30 for thefinal school day of the week and all but sleepwalk through the firstcouple of lessons, though I perk up at break time when I once again seeAshley already sat at the table, waiting for us as though he's alwaysbeen 'one of the girls'. By the end of Friday, he's as. While I dressed myself as a girl forthe first time, I thought sadly about how I used to feel sorry for theboys at Francis Xavier because they had to wear shirts and ties.Mom was waiting for me in the kitchen when I came downstairs. Sarah hadalready left for an early music lesson. Mom retied the bow at the backof my jumper and brushed my hair, pinning it above my ears with somebarrettes. After I downed some anti-zit pills with my orange juice, Itold Mom that I was too nervous to eat anything.. During this time we started talking to each other a lot. We would sometimes watch TV together when my parents were not around. She almost became my girlfriend. Kissing was now often as we both started having feelings for each other. We would kiss each other every day even in the presence of my parents. Then came the golden opportunity for us to take our relationship even further. Sheetal made a plan by which we could have sex and my parents won’t have any suspicion on us. She told my mother. She gasped at the cool glass as she stroked it against herself watching me as my eyes sparkled with excitement. She tipped down the bottle so it was horizontal with the seat of the sunbed, moving the corked end to the entrance of her cunt. Slowly she slid the neck into herself, I watched transfixed as her cunt absorbed the intrusion deeper and deeper until the neck of the bottle was buried. Slide it in and out, I want to see the glass covered in your juices. She did as I asked and slid the.