I met Julia when Mark started dating her, and I started developing feelings for her. Mark saw that my confusion about myself was starting to clear and...that I was starting to gain confidence in myself. He bought me that dress when he knew I was emotionally ready to come out of my shell and be who I really was, and it was the perfect choice for me at that time of my life, giving me exactly the boost I needed. Mark encouraged me to come out as a lesbian at school, which was very good for me too,. Wonderful. I wondered how much more I could learn."I think we're a bit wet."Mom's voice broke into my musings and, as she squeezed her vagina, my penis was ejected. Yup, we were wet."Can we shower together?" I asked.Before long I was lovingly washing a boob, admiring the nipple as it perked up. "Can I taste it, Mom?" Mmmm."It was surprisingly rubbery in my mouth and it felt much larger. When I added suction it seemed to grow even more. How interesting. The dark areola which had been sort of. .where do you live?"She snarled like Jean-Paul Belmondo in "Breathless" before, "I keep telling you. ..I live in Why...Arizona. It's a real place. Look it up, Rand McNutty!" Oh," was my witty retort.That lengthy, circuitous discussion did remind me, for some reason, to cancel my afternoon appointments with Mr. Abbott and Mr. Costello. But now finally it was time to get down to bidness as the kids say. I slowly walked around her naked body, adding 127 steps to my Fitbit total for the day.Then. Passionate pink was the tamest of the names, followed by wicked white, sinful sapphire, ravishing red and lusty lavender. Oh, and of course, there was a black pair, for which they hadn’t even bothered coming up with a clever name. It was simply labeled ‘barely there black’ and wow, was it. I lost count of how many times I changed my mind that morning, getting dressed for school. Enough that my mom finally got impatient with me and rushed me out of the house. In fact, in a way, it was her fault.