The next morning when I woke up I called my friend Paula. Now if I am a tomboy Paula is plain butch. She often said that she thinks she is bi-sexual a...though she doesn't know because she has never been with either a boy or a girl. But she was my best friend and the one person I told all my secrets, besides Mom, of course. However this was one secret I didn't think that I could even tell Paula. Instead I asked her if she would go shopping with me."Shopping? Huh? You hate to shop! Oh wait... I. Maybe there's some app for this? Maybe she can start some soothing noises on her phone to get to sleep? She's downloaded many before but maybe this time it will work.She opens the app-store, and at the top there's one with a red flame on a white background. Lo giggles, clicking it, she's heard of this app but internet dating has never really been her thing. Actually dating at all had never been her thing, she's made out with a few boys at parties, but they were just that. Boys. Even though Lo. I really liked fucking human girls. And they appreciated it so much.I thought about that at some length as I hung my thumb out trying to hitch a ride to Sylvia’s.As hard as I tried to think about some kind of wishful transition-poof, across town in a beam of quantum something or other, I just stood there wanting and didn’t move an inch. Too frustrating. I was afraid of where I might end up by mistake.Luckily it was warm out, a nice day and my day dreaming was cut short by the sound of. In fact, since that first night of pleasure, I'd masturbated to my visions and memories of her body - several times.There she stood, and used an index finger to draw me forward to her. It was coquettish, and seductive. I, of course, made no effort to resist. There she was - long brown, streaked tresses dangling about her shoulders - playing tag with her magnificent tits. When I got close enough, she leaned forward with her lovely face, pressed her lips against my ear, and whispered "I'm afraid.