I was always being called a sissy by my sister and our friends and I was. I avoided anything remotely boyish. To me being a sissy was being who I was ...nd being called one only affirmed my feelings. That meant they all knew I was a girl. I was always getting in trouble with my parents about my feminine identity and my dressing and acting girlish especially in front of others. I was being seen by all our extended family, and their friends as identifying as a girl. I was a quiet non-assertive. Voh maan gyi, subah mai 8:45 tak ready ho gya aur usse pucha k kaha ho? Ready ho? Uska message aaya k bas 5 minute aur tum bahar aa jao, mai bahar aaa gya aur voh bhi 5 minutes mai aa gyi, jopunjab mai hai unhe pta hoga k hoshiarpur se aage himachal road par Bombay picnic spot hai, maine use voh dikhane ka plan bnaya. Thand ka mausam tha thandi hawa mai aur voh bike par on the way to himachal, jha ka mausam bhaut romantic hota hai.Mai use le gya, hum kareeb 11:30 tak vha pahaunch gye, vha humne. I knew that I needed to get a hold of myself before I began to drive home. I needed to take just enough control to get in my car and not crash due to the overwhelming feelings pulsing through my body and straight to my pussy. I focused on my driving the entire way home, trying to not think about what was in store. I made sure to pay attention to every sign, every car, and every person who surrounded me. I had to keep myself calm and relaxed. I could not afford to not make it home quickly and. But that is a story for another time.So she hasn’t had sex with a man in a long time and that has made her very horny over time to the point where she has fantasized about having sex with any guy she sees. She hasn’t acted upon any of these thoughts though and usually only thinks about it when she is masturbating at home or even in the school bathroom.Her teacher, Mr. Jones, had just noticed that Sara was talking to Jason and said “Sara, I’d like to see you after class.” Sara fell silent and.