I felt like I was stuck in a purgatory of my own making, waiting for things to happen in my career; waiting for the girl of my dreams to notice me; wa...ting for the fucking balls to do something about it all.And then the opportunity came and I still can't believe that it happened.It was the Sunday of the NFL division finals and I'd left the office to help Jackie bartend; not that she needed the help, she'd bounced around behind the bar with her unique blend of cheerfully sarcastic excitement all. With my second mind mostly ignoring the conversation (say giving it 20% of its attention) my total social awareness increased from 10% to 90% (#2's 10%, plus #1's 80%), so I was nine times more observant, which had a huge affect on how much I noticed.We had PE in the afternoon, which meant that I went to the library. I'd been given a little homework in one of my earlier classes, much of which I had already done during the next class. That'd earned me some sharp questions from the teacher, but. I didn't have a clitoris. Girls have a clitoris.I reached down and felt my clitoris. It was huge. It was at least aninch long. I've never seen a clitoris as big as my clitoris. I reallyneeded to shave. There was so much hair in the way. I was supposed toremember my name. I couldn't remember my name. I was slowly rubbing mysoft clitoris. It felt very comforting. Even though I couldn'tremember my name I knew that someday it would be okay. I willremember."I really can't remember my name at all.. Less intense fear allows for my mind to take in the man’s features more so then last time. Although my tears had started, they are short lived before drying up. My dark brown eyes could see how hard his cock was, swelling in front of my face. The dark curly color of his hair that surrounded the base of his shaft was trimmed. My arms wrap around my chest and belly trying to forget that this was even happening to me. Holding my eyes open had become difficult. That burning sensation from keeping.