I have a wardrobe of dresses and skirts. My lingerie drawer is full of girl panties with cartoon designs on them. My lace-trimmed panties are for comp...titions. Everything is soft and frilly and I love the feel of them against my body. My first recognition that I am not a girl is when I start school. There is no way she can disguise my male tool. The first time I go to the bathroom with other girls would have been my undoing. My mom finally dresses me as a boy. My problem is I didn’t know how to. Did you seduce Rohit?” Ragini was adamant.Ragini was not lying. Santosh had special skills. While ramming her ass, his fingers were playing like on a piano, on her waist, spinal cord, shoulder blades, arm pits and buttocks. He was driving her crazy with ecstasy, he would catch her by surprise by slapping her buttocks hard….it was a roller coaster ride…Sujata was screaming, shouting, moaning… “Hmm.. fuck me harder….. deeper… bury in your bitch…tear my ass….. ahhhh” and was giving back thrusts. The lackluster sexual performances had also taught her the fine art of acting – which played into making the other girls like her.To most of the junior class, Abby Barnes was a friend, a confidante or a co-conspirator. Her base was in the band but she was well-known (and well-liked, she believed) in other areas of the school. Cheerleaders had sought her out talk about guys or clothes; she had several geeks that helped with her homework in exchange for favors (sexual for the males; an increase. "Yes he is, must be working late again. What do you have there?" asked Henry."Spaghetti and toast, would you like some, there's plenty here," I said with a smile on my face."I'd love some. You're the best cook I know. I wish my wife could cook as well as you. Your husband is one lucky man," replied Henry.I took out a Styrofoam plate and a plastic fork and gave a heaping plate of spaghetti and a couple of slices of toast to Henry. He thanked me over and over again as he started eating it.I.