”Before Kay could reply, the young girl ran away, relieved to have fulfilled her task for the imposing, intimidating, flat-out gorgeous Homecoming Q...een.“Boy, you’ve come up in the world,” said Missy Arnovsky, who wasn’t a cheerleader, but was a longtime friend to several of them. “I’m pretty sure Gina Gerard doesn’t even know I exist.”“What to think that’s about?” Kay asked. “Think she wants a sample?”“That’d be news. As far as I know, she’s the straightest arrow in school. No drugs, no late. “Right then whore. If you’re going to behave like a cheap fuckslut, you’d better look like one” she said. We looked through the feminine clothing that I had amassed, which was by now quite a selection. “A whore has to look attractive, but in a slutty way and to look like she’s available to be fucked at the drop of a hat. I think we’ll put you in some red stockings with a suspender belt, a nice slutty wet look skirt. A nice black mesh see-through top always sets up the whore look well. You can. Dark ,wolf like creatures stalked about the captive girl, their erections hanging down. The girl screamed louder, thrashing about, begging for freedom. This egged the beast on, making them want this strange pale creature. One of the shaggy beast stepped forward and raised its paw. Reaching, it was just about to tear at the girls breast before it fell, writhing in pain. The girl screamed and kicked back, horrified by what she saw.The creature was shrieking in pain, grabbing at the flaming. By the time I was sixteen, I had realised that boys’ bodies didn’t interest or excite me, but girls’ ones did. Whenever I was watching a TV drama or a movie, I would always be fantasising about the beautiful leading woman actress, and imagining myself in her arms for the embrace in the final scene. I made very careful and tentative overtures to a few of my friends, all on the supposed basis of curiosity (such as, ‘I wonder what it feels like from the boy’s point of view’), but only one girl.