Just cause you went and got a pair ofbreasts doesn't mean you're pretty. Look I know a girl who transitioned.Well, I mean I know a guy. He can help yo... with -" I didn't mean to say those words. Something made me. But I am not transand I am not transitioning," Jules yelled.Freddy shrugged and walked out without saying another word. Jules sat onthe floor in front of the restroom door so no one else could come inwhile he tried to make sense out of what was happening. Then, his newbreasts began to. I had ran into Mike at the pizza shop and he said he was having a small party of just close friends. I didn't think we where close friends, but we did live close to each other. I showed up to his parents huge house, a place where so many huge high school parties had been held. That I had never been too, so it felt odd to finally being there for a party. I walked up to Mike talking to another guy. He said he was glad that I had came, and that his house is my house. His parents are out of town,. He was controlled, he was urgent, he was gentle, he was good. He kept me in the throws of orgasmic bliss for what seemed like ages before he finally joined me, releasing blast after thick blast of his man cream into my womb. When we calmed down from our mutual high, he leaned down and kissed me. “That’s what we’ll use for September.” “What?” I asked not understanding in my orgasmic hazed state. “The picture for September. I want it to be of you cumming just now. You never look more beautiful. I knew they would come back by afternoon. I had asked her to bunk college and wait near her college. I would pick her up. Every day her dad dropped her to college. When I went to her college, she was not around and I felt bad.While returning I saw someone similar to her in my bike mirror. It was her, she came to me and said, “My dad was waiting for me to enter the college gate. So I didn’t have another option but go in.” She had come out of the back gate and it was a long-distance walk to reach.