Looking up, wrinkling her nose at the sight of her tail’s plug, she glanced at the open door, surprised that she had not closed it. It was odd, she ...hought, standing up and cleaning herself before getting into the shower - it’s like I don’t even think about privacy any more. Taking her tail with her into the shower to clean, she reminded herself that she was going to have to remember to close the doors next week - parents would be back. That would be weird, she knew, but shook her head, not. So I braced myself for what ever was coming.She grabbed me by the hand and led me to her room, where we both began to strip down to our under clothes. But seeing as I was not wearing any under my jeans (because I had shot off in them on the bus, because of Jenny), I just kept my jeans on. But Liza being my elder told me, "Take your clothes off or you are going to get a spanking. Do you understand me?" I replied, "Yes, ma'am." Then started doing so. Not that I was afraid of her giving me a. "Sit down Miss Cynthia". He gave the students their reading assignments and told the rest that they were free to go. The classroom emptied out leaving Cindy sitting there and Mr. Walters leaning on the corner of his desk. After a long pause, Mr. Walters looked at Cindy, "Miss Cynthia, we have a problem. This is a communications class. I am the teacher and you are the student.,,, Do you understand?" Cindy just grinned and said, "yeah, sure." Mr. Walters walked over to Cindy's desk and slammed. That's the problem: I'm too much like one of the guys. For all they care, I'm just a guy with long hair. The most intimate they care to get with me is to show off how much larger their boobs are than mine, and I hate the fact that it is true." Angie, I know you have that rare genetic disorder that prevents you from developing breasts or growing pubic hair, but you are still all female. The right guy won't see you as defective." But I am defective. Why didn't my mom just abort me when she found.