"No, to be honest, I'm not sure... But I'm almost sure... And I want to know, I have to find out... Please!"My ram was up, my hammer was cocked. Yet I...hesitated. Terri no longer fit any convenient label. Bitch yes, but not really, at least not full time. Cunt? I didn't think so.My brain kept spinning with conflicting emotions and thoughts. The "Love" word had disarmed me, opened me up, and proved me vulnerable after all. My sister's words rang in my ear, 'Some day you're going to wish you had a. "Julian, you know this pathetic little peenie could neversatisfy a girl, let alone a real woman. Why it's nothing more that acute little curiosity to be toyed with. It certainly is non-threateningto any normal boy. However, I'm sure that it makes them feel proud oftheir real penises. Only another sissy would admire its small size andwant to play with it. "Yes, Julian, I'm afraid you're destined to be with your own kind --other little pansy, sissyboy faggots. Of course, some real boys may. "Evelyn had been standing in the back, but whispered. "Pheromones. Wendy now puts out pheromones."There was silence in the room and Wendy's grip on me tightened. Everyone looked over at Evelyn, and I noticed that her hands were gripping the door so tightly that her knuckles stood out white against her tan skin. She looked unusually agitated. The silence continued and then Laura spoke. "You're saying that..."Evelyn whispered again. "That's what it appears. Horace says he felt a strong pull to go. But I want us to learn together, learn what each of us likes, how to please each other, together.”“You’ve never ... but I thought.”“No I haven’t, I’ve never been with a woman, and despite the fact that you know I had a boyfriend, you have to believe that I’ve never been with a guy either.” This wasn’t a lie really, for this body with this new found understanding of how wonderful love could be, everything was new.“I think we’ve talked too long, lets go upstairs and start our first lesson before.