Every time I changed classes a new boy would tryhitting on me. Several boys would bump into me and cop a feel of mybreast and ass. My "mom" told me to...just let them and not make a fuss.Not to even tell anyone if it happened. I felt like a piece of meat forevery boy to look at. Gym class was no better. The girls in the dressingroom would stare at my breast, ass and figure in envy. I could feel themgiving me dirty looks.When I got home my "mom" asked if any boys hit on me and if any asked meout.. He even made her cum." I thought so," said Bob. "When I talked to her at the hospital I knew she was holding something back." I almost didn't find out," said Don. "That little bitch that was with her wanted to approve every question I asked. She said Dillworth told her that was fine! Can you believe that shit?" So, how'd you find out?" asked Bob."The Fetterman woman finally asked the bitch to be quiet. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't. She said she just wanted to get it over with and started. .. Every couple of weeks, let’s make some time to talk and keep up with the news. Does that sound like something we can do?”“Yeah, I suppose, that’s fine,” I said lightly. “It’s easier to handle that than the invitation to spend Christmas with your dad.”She laughed a little at that.“I suppose I should go home and deal with the Colonel, huh?”“I’d appreciate it if he didn’t call here again, unless he was planning on being respectful,” I said carefully. “Tell your mother I said hello, though.”“I. I’ve got another little present waiting for you, oh and don’t forget to use the balm, your skin is going to itch like crazy tomorrow, bring it with you when you come through.”She sashays off, leaving me to shower. It’s weird seeing my body completely devoid of hair. I feel like an eleven year old boy, but I must admit I like the look of my cock without the hair, it looks huge, even if I say so myself.Once I’m done I drape myself in a towel and make my way into the lounge, Trina isn’t there. I.