Even though I blossomed early, I didn't have my first sexual experience until that summer. Rachael was somewhat of a wild child and loved to tease and...flirt and soon had all the older boys in the "hood" drooling after us. Most of the guys were black where we lived and this seemed to be even more exciting for her.Rachael had a dominant personality and was extremely controlling. She knew what she wanted and usually made it happen. I was sort of sucked into her world not really understanding her. Then... finally what it all meant. I knew how he would die. Tonight, at my hand, and yet not my hand. He was a creature of what was once popular culture. A fiction in a series of books by a woman who was as lost as he ever was. A woman who preached, all unknowing, damnation. Worship of the physical. Yet how could he deceive himself so? He knew that all things physical, no more how enduring, must yield in the end. Must go down to corruption. Only the spiritual goes on. It was the spiritual that. As hestarted to continue walking he felt the secret pull of the straps of hiscorset pull at the stockings hidden under his suit. He felt almost nakedunder the trousers of the suit as he was wearing today the sheerest ofsatin panties, the starched lace frills at the waist and leg openingstickling against his flesh. It had taken David many days and months oftortured worry to finally admit to himself that he was indeed a sissy.This was followed by further agonising before making that first step. Allie’s love for him never faltered despite what Nessa and Leah had forecast. She never articulated it again but as she grew into puberty as did her friends it remained strong. He was her man for life.Inevitably she began to hear giggly, furtive reports from her friends about how so-and-so had kissed them or fondled their budding breasts and about masturbation. She relayed it to Toby.“It’s mostly talk and wishful thinking, I suspect,” he said.“Do the boys do it too?”“Yes. It’s mostly to make.