She felt sorry for the boy and she knew he was right. Twelve year old boys were not supposed to be running to their mothers beds for consolation and ...omforting. "Thanks, mom! You're the best! I'm gonna brush my teeth and hit the sack. And you just watch, I'll stay in my room, no matter what!" He spun and headed up the stairs as noisily as he had descended.Helen watched him retreat up the stairs. She turned back to the television as the local forecast was being presented. She smiled as. . then, bingo; they disappeared one day. I was almost sad. I knew instantly where they'd gone. I gave him a knowing look in form time after I'd discovered them missing. he simply stared back at me.Two days later, they were back. Clean; freshly laundered, and there was something else. Something that had eluded me was a pair of girly shoes. In the mid 1990s, platform shoes were everywhere, and I was hard 99% of the time looking at the girls around me wearing 3 inch heels with their uniforms. And. ...yes its this one''''dont be shy , i like cute sissy boy myself, its so cute''''i bet you are all pretty when your sucking on his fat cock''she was so kinky talking like that to me i felt stupid ''come here i need to help you try what he bought and make sure its the right fit''i seriously didnt want her to , i just want to leave with my stuffbut i endup sit on a bench in the changing area , has she locked the door remotely her looking at me undress nervousgod was it weird when she touch my. ”Of course it was. It’s not you, it’s me and all that. What I did know was if we stayed friends for years then I would never have a chance with her romantically. I would have always be her platonic male friend. Even I wasn’t naïve to think suddenly she would discover Mr. Right had always been there waiting for her patiently. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t forget that night we made out and recalled it constantly.Months rolled by, and Christmas, and then New Year arrived. We remained.