For fun, I occasionally write something really nasty to post on the web."Their eyes kind of glazed over when I said 'Science Fiction' but that last se...tence perked them right up again."Nasty?" one of the girls in the crowd asked in a hushed voice."Yep," I answered, "very nasty." Do you write about us?" the spokesgirl asked angrily."Of course not," I answered, "you're just my inspiration. I don't even know your names."There was a whispered conference, close enough that I could have eavesdropped. I like to be bossy! So after that wonderful experience in the shower with my stepdaddy, I tried unsuccessfully to give myself an orgasm like I got from daddy touching me. His touch was the most wonderful thing I'd ever felt, it was better than eating warm chocolate mmm. But my fingers just couldn't replicate his touch. Maybe it was that his fingers are so much bigger than mine or his knowledge of my pussy so far advanced than mine...god I don't know but I just couldn't make it happen again. He’s going to be in In School Suspension for the rest of the week, which makes him ineligible for the game on Friday.”“That’s a bunch of horseshit. Whoever is saying that is lying.”“First off coach, you need to watch your language. Secondly, no one is lying. I watched it happen right outside the office.”There was a pause. Mr. Martin then took charge as the coach looked apoplectic.“Everyone, go back to class. Except for you Mr. Foster, stay in that seat.”I couldn’t let the opportunity pass me. You would have a new bodythat didn't have cancer. You could live! If we do nothing, both you andIvy will die. Why does it have to be like that when we can take the bestpart of you, what is inside, and combine it with the best part of her . . .her young body? In a real sense, neither of you has to truly die."Henri had a good argument there. Still, the thought of suddenly becominga little girl, yet in diapers, when I was a man, seemed too extreme."I-I don't know . . . ." I stammered."You do!.