If you didn't guess already, I got another Clone-a-Willie.My plan was rather simple. Make one of myself and switch it with the other one. I wasn't goi...g to say a word. I figured that would be the end of it.Things are never as easy as they should be. Did you know you have to shave before using that stuff? I never thought about it before, but there was a very prominent warning about ripping the hair out, if you didn't shave. The idea of having my hair ripped out, down there, wasn't very. .Well this thing went on for a year then my sister was old enough to stay home with me. Two years passes by with no activities...I was still in elementary and I use to sit next to this guy in the class, his name was Terrell. One day the class was in session and this daring guy lift his t-shirt and ask me to look, when I looked at his belly something was sticking out of his waist line. I said so what the hell is that and he said its my belly button. He try to fool me but I knew what it was it. As they walked out of the coffee shop, Bob held his hand aloft as he flagged a passing black cab, the black cab stopped and he practically dragged Frankie inside, indicating to the driver where they were going and clicking the privacy screen in place he pulled Frankie into his arms as his mouth met hers their tongues flicking against each other, his hand up her skirt.“Fuck you are not wearing my trophy, what am I going to take from you this week” he grinned.Frankie didn’t answer him, just. It didn't work. They tolerated my pesteringbut went about their routine; seemingly oblivious to the constant 'hints'I dropped. It was truly frustrating!The funny thing is they never found out what I was up to. For six years Iwent undetected. As good as I was at applying cosmetics and styling myhair, I was even better at un-doing my artistry. Cold Cream was my bestfriend. I learned really quick. It easily removed all traces of my make-up and, as a bonus, it kept my face clean and blemish-free!.