I cold not suppress my laughter when I saw what had been done. His face was feminine but not particularly pretty. His lips had been pumped up so that ...hey were out of proportion to the rest of his face and the false teeth behind them were black. Dressed only in a corset, suspenders, black stockings and impossibly high heels I could see the other changes. An enormous pair of breasts, at least double Ds dangled over the top of the corset with large heavy rings through the nipples. The penis. Omnipotent and omnipresent, the universe was putty in my immature fingers.The omnipresent bit was great.Look I was an eleven year old boy what do you expect I did?The girls showers were the same as the boys, only it was filled with girls. Naked girls. Girls without any clothes on. Wet and soapy naked girls.I came in my pants as soon as I saw Helen McCleavy slide her soapy hand between her legs. Panting, with wet trousers and soaked in sweat I dropped to my seat.Sarah Whithenshore saw the wet. You just couldn't keep your damn mouth shut." Joyie, please put the gun down before somebody gets hurt."She giggled. "You mean you don't you?" Dammit, Joyie! This is not funny."The whole time we were talking I was running through several ideas in my head to get the gun away from her, none of which were anywhere near workable. The only thing I could think to do was rush her. Maybe she would be so off-balanced by my attack she wouldn't pull the trigger. Even if the gun did go off, she was so. As a young boy growing up in a middle class Catholic family on the North side of Chicago all sex was taboo and forbidden, there were 'bad' girls in the area but my parernts knew who they were and I certainly had to keep a distance or risk grounding or worse. Down the street from us lived a woman, Marie, she was nearing 'spinsterhood' at age 36, owning her own meticulously kept home I overheard she had a big management job at a big firm downtown. She took the train, putting few miles on her.