" I teased him. We looked at each other for a while. Then, at the same time, we sang in annoyingly loud voices. "BABY, BABY, BABY, OHHH!" We laughed. ...Oh. We are the wierdest people I know." He said. "Wait, what about that guy that sniffs his goid instead of eating it at lunch?" I asked him. "Joseph? Okay, we're the second wierdest." He smiled. "Agreed." I smiled back. Ms. Donberry finally entered the room. "Sorry class. I ran into some trouble." She said, trying to tame her hair. She looked. Dark urges, utterly debauched and dirty, ones that she could never share with Peter. So she went about her day to day drab existence, trying to block it all out until one day she caught sight of herself in the mirror and she knew it had to change. The club was a seedy dive on the outskirts of the city, a place she hoped she would never bump into anyone she knew. Nerves churned her stomach making her want to heave but, taking a deep breath she walked purposefully from where her taxi had. "If I had to pick one body part, I'd say they were those eyes. Blue eyes that perfectly go with your blonde hair, and I love them," he mentioned, before granting my request. "That's technically two body parts," I reminded him, seizing his cock with my right hand. "If you say so." "I do in fact," I replied, leaning towards his schlong. I slanted it up and rubbed my left check up against the head. "Oh, precum, Dan? Can't you hold it even for a minute?" I pondered, glancing at his face. His grin. It is a small manner and too many people make too much ofa big deal about clothes.I do wish I was further down the road on being comfortable in expressingwho I was in the trivial manner of wearing the clothes I was mostcomfortable with. I was not, I knew I would look like a man in a dressmore than a female in a dress. Even with all that strength my parentsgave me, I was too vain about my looks."The video sped up as Gabrielle finished her make up. There was avoiceover. "I want to tell everyone I.