Sarah was not tall and stick-thin. She did not have the grace of a supermodel. She was pretty, had a good complexion, sparkling eyes, and nice, firm...natural breasts that were much bigger than any runway model. The boys fancied her, and she was learning to be content with that, even if it wasn’t what she had wanted.One day, while idly surfing the net, Sarah stumbled across an ad from a photo studio that was looking for new models, all body shapes and sizes welcome. Impulsively, Sarah saved. Feeling you so thick and so hard, and throbbing so powerfully against my hand down your pants, made my heart beat fast and took my breath away. Your hand pushing my skirt up to my waist and then slipping your long, slender fingers down into the top of my panties, stroking my bush. You slipping one, then two, and finally THREE of your long, thin fingers into my hunger! Mmmmmm, you were BEYOND wonderful. You predicted right, I came more in those 30 minutes than not just the past TEN years, but. " I'll take my chances. I told Sabrina that she was not to use that 'slut' word again. I will have to deal with her harshly when I see her." I heard that she wouldn't be here today. She is going to dinner with some man she met. Probably picked him up on the street." She smiled."Hey, Mom, that's wonderful. Good for you. How did it happen?" Easy. After we played tennis, Mike asked me several times to have dinner over the months and I turned him down, even though I sort of wanted to go. I think. But now I am slowly turning to a girl at school.Dear Diary, when I started writing this, I could feel the tears once again. Now I am crying like anything. Without even knowing it, I have put the pacifier in my mouth. I have decided that I will no longer be a girl. I am a boy. I will say no to Stepsie and I will get dad to help me. But how, he is always at work.Did he just get married so someone will take care of me? Does he really love me? Does he not see what is happening?I have to go to sleep.