I hold the phone to my ear with my shoulder, and pick up everything.We compare schedules. Turns out, we have everything together, just like we always ...ave."This is so awesome! Now have you called the girls?" Maddie asks.The girls is the group of girls who we hang out with. The most popular girls in school, us. Also the cheerleaders, Maddie and me as captains. There are ten of us, known as the Fab Five Times Two. Yeah, I know, stupid name, but whatever. The ten of us are: me, Maddie, Jessica,. I didn’t know who it was at first so I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around me and ran to the door thinking something was wrong. I opened it and saw his face was bright red and his fists were clenched, and he started screaming who was here and what was going on. I said Jude is here and nothing was going on and the cum dripped between my thighs. In an instant he went from a guy that seemed to think all the stories were made up to a guy who was jealous and filled with rage. All I could say is. . breasts," so I reached up around her thighs toward her breasts. Like a sweet young thing, I imagined myself. Fingertips only, so very delicately. Her slit was leaking juice now, as I slurped. An odd idea occurred to me, what if her pussy juice was loaded with hormones, and if I could suck enough of it I'd become a girl myself, complete with a pussy of my own? Ridiculous, I thought, half the men in the country would be women by now if so. But it was as if I were under orders, and I kept. Karen hated that she still wet her bed; hated that her mother made her wear diapers every night; but mostly hated having her brother tease her relentlessly."Stop calling me Little Missy Pissy Pants," Karen cried."Well you are little, you are a girl, and you do wet yourself," Frank laughed. "I figure that makes you Little Missy Pissy Pants." I'm not little," Karen shot back, "you're the one who is little." I'm bigger than you," Frank replied, "that makes you little."Karen was 6 years old and.