I know, I know, people say that it's not a big deal, that it doesn't really matter but...well it kinda feels like it matters. It's a part of growing u..., isn't it? I had felt a little behind in that area, and it's not just the sex, or rather lack thereof.My friend group had all gotten jobs in high school, pretty easily too. Made me feel like I was doing something wrong just playing sports with my spare time. Football was really the only thing I ever had going for me. My sister has had the same. “Unless we’re talking about this butt.” She gives it a squeeze before pressing into me. I trip over a leg she’s snaked behind my ankle and we’re falling together, again, only this time into unforgiving grass instead of soft, yielding sand. I look up at the silver dollar moon, then into the sea foam eyes of the considerably more experienced and predatory Sasha Blake. Her iconic pink hair band is gone and her cobalt streaked locks, damp and tangled, tickle my neck. She leans in, mouth hovering. "Come on, we're going to be late." She said, grabbing my arms and pulling me out of bed.I quickly pulled my T-Shirt down to cover myself again. I checked myself out in the full length mirror on my wardrobe door. I fixed my hair as quick as I could, it was still somewhat messy, but adequate. I checked out how well my T-Shirt covered my body, it was short, but covered everything... most of the time. Before I had time to do anything else though my mum grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my room,. Then a PVC bra wasfitted to support his ample cleavage. Every thing so far was black.Next he was dressed in a red PVC dress to the bottom of which red PVCleggings with 5" heels were clipped. Frank was now looking like a PVCclad slut the sort he liked to look at on the internet except he stillhad his own face and hair. "You like the look sweet Frankie? Don'tworry about the heels you won't have to walk tonight." said Trudy.Next Samantha and Vicky put make up on Frank starting with heavyfoundation.