But wait, there's more! like they say on the commercials. All around my slit, what the boys at school call a pussy, and my class called a vagina (I ha...en't decided what I'll call it yet, I guess I'll see what other people do), the lips have gotten like, swollen up, and they're kind of puffy and, well, big. Sort of like somebody put stuffing in a pillow that didn't have any yet. The strangest thing, and I'm REALLY glad my class AND mom told me about it, was my period. It started last year, and. As she moved over to get out I asked her if she needed me to help her with anything. Her comment was she could manage all by herself thank you. So I sat in the car as she got out and squatted down behind the car. I tried to see her but she was hidden from my mirrors.A couple of minutes later she got back in the car. At that point I decided to get out and take a piss while we were there. As I started to get out she asked me the same thing I had asked her a few minutes earlier, if I needed her to. I let go of the hug, and ask you to stand and let me have a good look at you. I sit down, leaving you standing. I look you up and down, and you know I love what I see. I look at your coat, and nod, and you understand that I want you to take it off. It is your first little test, of there will be far more before the night is over...You look around, and there are many looking at you, even men that are out with their wives, girlfriends etc.. Your cheeks are still red, but you comply. You take the. Must have seen something that spooked him." Spooked him?" Javier said. "Lot's of spooky stuff around here these days. Funny noises in the night." Aw, hell, that's just Priscilla messing around. No ghosts around here."Javier turned away to his new duty. Jim looked down at his scarlet-cheeked, trembling niece."How d'you feel?" he said, kissing her quivering lips.Her arms clung to his neck "Oh, thank you, Uncle Jim," she gibbered. "Oh, thank you!"Smoothing the sweat-soaked brown hair away from her.