Last in line was Oona, a virginal looking strawberry blonde who looked all of sixteen. Somewhat awkward and extremely shy, she seemed to not fit in wi...h the other girls. After a moment’s reflection, wondering which one I would take back to my quarters, I got down to business. I was here to teach these girls American idioms and how to rid themselves of European accents, not an easy task. The girls took to it well, were enthusiastic and, it would seem, quick learners. We broke for lunch and all. My boyishly flat abdomen seemed to just suck inward to define a full six-pack. The pain moved to my nipples, my pectorals bulged outward and my disoriented mind briefly feared breasts and a she-male future, only for that fear to transform into desire, breasts would be kewl.My back arched, only my bare feet and newly slender/muscular shoulders were in contact with the bed, breasts swelling, first the perfect volcano-like cones and then the slight tug of gravity to give them the perfect. ‘I can show you how...’ Friday meant waiting the whole week, but our parents would be out again. They would be gone for at least two hours. We would have two hours.Our days were pretty normal, and we passed just a few more notes before Friday. Things like:I’M OUTGROWING MY BRA AGAIN. WHAT SHOULD I GET? LOLAnd:I KEEP REMEMBERING THE OTHER NIGHTAnd:DON’T WEAR ANY UNDERWEAR TOMORROW.To which she replied:OMG JASON. I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU WROTE THAT.On Friday morning I heard a knock on the back of. Looking for now. I prefer feminine/twink types." I can tell you that I don't fit the twink type but I thought I would give him a shout and see if we could connect for some fun. I replied and we ended up deciding that we wanted to be nervous and awkward together. I laugh at this because neither of us had hooked up before via CL and we were both nervous and probably gonna be awkward when we first meet. I get to his house, making sure I have the right house and walk up to his door. Before I.