It helps being slim and blonde and not very tall, this apparently makes me seem 'cute' to the boys, so they tell me, so I guess I’m the stereotypica... 'eye-candy.' Luckily I have had shapely legs since I was ten and slightly above average breasts since twelve and as far back as I can remember (which isn’t very long!) always had boys fawning over me, which of course I encouraged!It all began at school where I only went for the strongest boys, easily winning them with kisses behind the bike shed. The latest was last week. She'd been serving at a party Bill was throwing for some of his Marine buddies, when one of them had ordered her to get him a beer. She told him to get his own fucking beer and stormed off to her room. She'd had enough of being ogled all evening as the Marines had got drunker. Bill had persuaded her to go back and apologise with a blow-job. She did it because she realised that she'd gone too far that time. She blamed it on PMT, but the excuse and the blow-job obviously. I think he knew I was a little nervous and he liked it. I think he liked having this lustful power of me. Knowing I had never done this before, he enjoyed my uncomfortable, but building desire.I wanted him badly. I moved close to him and held his waist. I was so much bigger than him and probably a hundred pounds heavier. I pulled him close and held his face in my hand. Having him look up at me, I kissed him on the lips. He through his arms around me and kissed my back. The tables were now. But... but what ith it?, I wanted to know.It contains plums, apples, bananas and pineapple, kidney beans andlentils, oatmeal and a spoonful of castor oil. It's high on vitamins andfiber, but very low on carb, so you don't get fat, Sissy!, Momexplained.I... I can't eat that! I wookth wike th... poop!, I cried almost sayinga forbidden word.Suit yourself. It's either that or nothing!, Mom said mercilessly.Once again I had no choice. It really sucked being Sissy! Anyway, I wasstarving! I had to eat.